"The arrogant Mo Wentian will probably be killed by the Sixth Elder with one claw!"
"A broken sword also wants to block the Sixth Elder's falcon claw?"
"The aura on his body is nothing more than the perfection of Caitianjun. I really don't know how Senior Brother Qi Yun was imprisoned by this kid!"
"I see that this boy must be up to some evil tricks, otherwise how could he possibly suppress Senior Brother Qi Yun and my ten thousand disciples of the Beast Tribe!"
…
Looking at Mo Wentian's figures, their eyes were full of disdain.
"Don't worry, it's not that easy for this old bastard to kill me!"
Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he sent a message to Xiaojiao and Huantian.
"Old bastard, if you want to kill me, you are not enough!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly.
"Suffer death!"
At this moment, Qi Yu's cold voice came.
I saw this person coming with a claw in an instant.
"Well done!"
"Suffer death!"
With an angry shout, the Heaven-devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand moved directly towards Qi Yu's palm.
"Isn't this boy a perfect genius?"
"But how can the power of this sword reach the late stage of the Heavenly King, or even be comparable to the peak of the Heavenly King?"
Looking at Mo Wentian who was coming to kill him, Qi Yu's eyes flashed with a look of surprise.
But in the next moment, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his murderous aura became a little stronger.
"So what if it is comparable to the peak of the Heavenly King? Any claw of mine is the perfect power of the Heavenly King!"
"Mo Wentian, I want you to pay for what you have done!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qi Yu shouted coldly.
"Pay the price?"
"I see it's you who pays the price!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"boom… "
There was a violent collision.
Mo Wentian's body retreated crazily.
The city wall was scratched with claw marks by Qi Yu's palm. The next moment, where the claw marks were, the city wall shattered instantly.
In front of the city gate, dust is everywhere.
Everyone was instantly confused.
"Who won this stop?"
"Is there any need to guess? That must be the Sixth Elder!"
"That's right, I think the Sixth Elder also won. The Sixth Elder is a powerful man like the King of Heaven. I think Mo Wentian must have been hollowed out by the Sixth Elder!"
"It's no one's fault. If I'm to blame, I can only blame Mo Wentian for being too arrogant!"
…
Countless warriors looked at the center of the battle with their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to see clearly who had won.
A cold light shone in their eyes, especially the disciples of the Beast Clan, who were even more confident in their eyes.
"Buzz buzz..."
After a while, the aftermath of the battle receded, and the scene in front of the city gate appeared in front of everyone again.
In the void, Mo Wentian's body was seen flying upside down to the ground. A trace of blood overflowed from his mouth, and his face turned a little pale.
Opposite Mo Wentian, although Qi Yu was standing, his expression was not much better.
"This is impossible!"
A voice full of disbelief sounded, and Qi Yu's eyes were full of surprise.
The palm of his hand that he had just taken was trembling violently.
Although his palm seemed to be unharmed on the outside, Qi Yu knew very well that his palm had been invaded by Mo Wentian's sword energy.
"Old bastard, how does this emperor's sword taste?"
At this moment, Mo Wentian stood up, looked at Qi Yu, and smiled lightly.
Although Mo Wentian was also injured and the corners of his mouth were still overflowing with blood, Mo Wentian's face was very happy.
"Boy, don't be arrogant!"
"What this elder used just now was only one-tenth of his strength. Today, I will definitely kill you, twist off your head and take it back to the beast master as a ball!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qi Yu's eyes flashed with a cold look.
"You will definitely not be able to twist off this emperor's head!"
"It's you, you have to stay here today!"
The smile at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became a little stronger, but his voice was full of coldness.
"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"
"Shadowless Claw!"
Qi Yu seemed to be irritated by Mo Wentian. He shouted coldly, turned his palms into claws, and struck again.
In the void, the two talons of the phantom falcon were grabbing wildly in changing directions. Within a few breaths, the phantom of the falcon's claws were everywhere.
At this moment, the aura on Qi Yu's body increased even more.
"Old bastard, if you are looking for death, I will help you!"
Looking at the countless claw phantoms that came in an instant, an extremely cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Break the world with one sword!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian made another move with his sword.
After breaking the boundary with his sword, the aura on Mo Wentian's body surged rapidly, and a sharp aura spread from Mo Wentian's body.
That terrifying sword energy seemed to be able to kill everything.
In the void, one after another terrifying air waves came, and the next moment, endless void turbulence rolled out.
The warriors with lower cultivation levels at home and abroad of the Devouring God suddenly turned extremely pale. What's worse, some warriors actually had blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths.
"This is impossible! The aura of Mo Wentian, this boy, is clearly that of Heavenly King Perfection. How can his sword strike with power comparable to that of Tianwang Perfection!"
"No, it's a power stronger than the Perfection of Heavenly King!"
"Can the Sixth Elder block this sword?"
"This kid is too evil!"
…
Countless warriors looked at the figure standing proudly in the void with awe-inspiring expressions in their eyes.
"No… "
"How can this kid be so strong!"
That terrifying sword energy struck, and a bad premonition arose in Qi Yu's heart.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that the breath of death was sweeping towards him.
It gave him the urge to retreat.
"This is more than possible! This kid is just pretending to be a ghost!"
"He is nothing but the perfect state of the Lord of Heaven!"
But the next moment, thinking of Mo Wentian's cultivation, Qi Yu's eyes instantly became firm.
"Boy, go to hell!"
With a cold shout, Qi Yu's palms made countless claw marks, and those countless claw marks were directed towards Mo Wentian.
"Boss, little..."
Xiaojiao couldn't help but remind him as he watched Qi Yu grabbing Mo Wentian again.
"ah… "
"No… "
"How can this be!"
…
Before Xiaojiao could finish his words, a series of screams had already reached his ears.
The next moment, a strong smell of blood spread in the void.
"What's going on? This seems to be the voice of the Sixth Elder!"
"Did the Sixth Elder really be killed by Mo Wentian!"
"This is impossible! It is impossible for Mo Wentian to kill the Sixth Elder!"
…
Screams were heard, and the eyes of the beast disciples were filled with disbelief.