Chapter 1092

"somebody is coming?"

"Well, it's really about time!"

Hearing this, an incomparably cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"who is it?"

"Who killed my Yuan'er?"

Suddenly, outside the inn, a middle-aged man stepped in and shouted coldly.

"My lord, the lord is here!"

"The city lord is here, this kid is going to die here!"

"That's right, no matter how strong this kid is, but his cultivation is no more than the mid-term stage of the king of heaven, he can't be the opponent of the city lord!"

"This kid's talent is indeed good, but he is too arrogant. He died at the hands of the city lord today, which is not wronged him!"

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Seeing the middle-aged man appear, the inn instantly boiled up.

The disciples of Juancheng straightened their backs in an instant, their eyes full of pride.

"Boss, this old bastard's cultivation is about to break into the emperor's early stage!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"It's just ants!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

"Who killed my Yuan'er?"

"Stand up for me if you have the guts!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man glanced coldly at the inn, and shouted sternly.

Finally, his eyes fell on Mo Wentian.

"Old bastard, don't look at it, that little bastard was beheaded by this emperor!"

Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, he took a step forward, and said in a cold voice.

That appearance was a bit more arrogant than the city lord of Juancheng who came to Xingshi to question him.

"Boy, is that you?"

"You killed my Yuan'er?"

"How is this possible? Your cultivation base is no more than the mid-term stage of the Heavenly King, but my Yuan'er is a strong man who is about to break through to the Heavenly King's Consummation. How could you kill him?"

Seeing Mo Wentian stand up, the middle-aged man was stunned for an instant. He came back to his senses and looked at Mo Wentian. His eyes were full of surprise.

Mo Wentian in front of him, no matter how he probes, Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the middle stage of a king.

Although there is only a small difference between the middle stage of the Heavenly King and the peak of the Heavenly King, in terms of strength, there is a huge difference.

He didn't believe that Mo Wentian in front of him could kill his nephew Yuanyuan.

"Report...report to Lord City Master, really...really this kid killed Master Yuanyuan!"

"It's not just Master Yuan Yuan, he also beheaded Senior Brother Yuan Jun just now!"

At this moment, the waiter in the shop unexpectedly scrambled to the side of the middle-aged man, saying in a trembling voice.

"What?"

"It's true that he killed my Yuan'er, and not only my Yuan'er, but also the Yuan army?"

Hearing Xiao Er's words, the city lord of Juancheng's eyes widened instantly, and the murderous aura on his body also rapidly increased.

The eyes looking at Mo Wentian were filled with murderous intent. If eyes could kill, the lord of Juan City would have killed Mo Wentian thousands of times.

"Old miscellaneous, is this anything strange?"

"It's not just them, you will die in the hands of this emperor today!"

Mo Wentian looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes were full of contempt, the corner of his mouth grinned slightly, and a wicked smile spread.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Today I will definitely kill you!"

Hearing this, the murderous intent in the eyes of Yuan Po, the city lord of Juan City, instantly increased, and the aura on his body increased even more rapidly.

"kill me?"

"Old miscellaneous, the emperor is in a good mood today, I will give you a chance to surrender to the emperor, and the emperor can spare your dog's life!"

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian sneered.

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a bright light.

"What did this kid say? Want the city lord to surrender to him?"

"The city lord is a strong man who is the perfect king of heaven. Even if he is only one step away from the early days of the emperor, he is so arrogant that he wants the city lord to submit to him? It's ridiculous!"

"I think this kid will definitely die in the hands of the city lord today!"

"In the middle stage of the Little Heavenly King, no matter how strong he is, he will not be the opponent of the City Lord!"

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Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the inn instantly exploded.

"Boy, if you say you are fat, you will really be out of breath!"

"I still want my city lord to surrender to you, I think you are daydreaming!"

"Swords of Heaven and Bulls!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were full of terrifying and boundless killing intent.

With a cold drink, two divine swords appeared in his hands.

With the appearance of the two divine swords, the aura on Yuan Po's body surged again, and the billowing sword Yuan power burst out even more violently.

"The artifact of king-level consummation, not bad!"

"Take it back and use it for Chi Xiao, it should be pretty good!"

Mo Wentian looked at the two swords in Yuan Po's hands, and an incomparably bright light instantly rose in his eyes.

"Boy, go to hell!"

At this moment, an incomparably cold voice sounded.

I saw Yuan Po holding the two swords of celestial bulls and directly beheading Mo Wentian.

And Mo Wentian looked at this scene, but his face didn't fluctuate at all, and his body stood still.

What's more, Mo Wentian even closed his eyes.

With this indifferent appearance, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to Yuan Po who was coming to kill him at all.

"This kid is standing still, is he waiting to die?"

"I think this kid must have been intimidated by the mighty power of the city lord!"

"Hahaha...it turned out to be a paper tiger, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and it didn't even dare to move in front of the city lord!"

"This kid, it seems that he is dead!"

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Seeing Mo Wentian standing in place with his eyes closed, everyone in the inn, including the terrified waiter, laughed wildly.

It was as if they saw something funny at this moment.

"Old bastard, if you want to kill me, then you must have this ability!"

"Shadow Profound Truth!"

Just when Yuan Po's twin swords were about to slash on Mo Wentian's head, Mo Wentian opened his eyes, his figure flashed, and in the void, nine identical Mo Wentians appeared in an instant.

The nine Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po with an evil smile on his lips.

"Boy, you dare to cheat on me!"

"I must kill you!"

The sword fell to the ground, and the killing intent in Yuan Po's heart was terrifying and boundless.

Without the slightest hesitation, he struck again with his sword, slashing towards the nine Mo Wentians in the void.

"Old bastard, don't waste your time, this emperor will give you another chance, obediently submit to this emperor!"

Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po who was slashing towards him again, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.