Chapter 1094

"Swords of Heaven and Bulls!"

"Ghost Slash!"

The next moment, Yuan Po let out a cold drink, and shot again.

Following Yuan Po's attack, the aura on his body skyrocketed rapidly, and the billowing sword yuan power even more vibrated out.

Immediately, in the void, among the two swords of celestial bulls, the phantoms of two ancient celestial bulls moved quickly.

The two swords of Tianniu are also in the void, dancing like ghosts, looking from a distance, they are terrifying and boundless.

With the dancing of the two swords of the celestial bull, a series of terrifying auras, centered on Yuan Po, came out in a vast expanse, slashing towards Mo Wentian.

"Ghost Slash? Is this the city lord's strongest move, Ghost Slash?"

"The city lord's aura is so strong, I looked at the boy, he must not be able to beat the city lord this time!"

"This kid will definitely die under the ghostly slash of Lord City Master!"

"What a terrifying power!"

...

Following Yuan Po Guimei's attack, countless warriors in Juan City looked at this scene with impressive expressions in their eyes.

The next moment, when I came back to my senses, the expressions of the figures changed slightly, and the original lonely expressions instantly became extremely confident.

It was as if at this moment they had seen Mo Wentian die tragically under Yuan Po's ghostly slash.

"very good!"

"Shenlong Fist!"

Seeing Yuan Po's two swords slashing towards him, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.

With a flash of the figure, in the void, the seven clones disappeared instantly, leaving only the entity of Mo Wentian.

With a cold drink, he punched Yuan Po directly to greet him.

"boom……"

A violent collision came, and Yuan Po's body flew upside down again.

But Mo Wentian's body stood there in a daze, and Mo Wentian's face didn't move at all.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spit out from Yuan Po's mouth again.

In an instant, Yuan Po's face was so pale that there was no blood at all.

"The Lord City Master's ghost slash has also been defeated!"

"Is this kid a human or a monster? Isn't he just in the middle stage of the Heavenly King? Why is he so strong!"

"Your City Master's unique trick, Ghost Slash, has been used. Next, what will the City Master do to stop this kid!"

"The strength of this kid is too terrifying!"

"The strength of the city lord is not as good as this kid, does the city lord really want to submit to him?"

...

There was a strong smell of blood, and countless warriors looked at this scene with wide eyes, their eyes full of disbelief.

Looking at the proudly standing figure, they could only feel that a chill was sweeping towards them, making people shudder.

"Old miscellaneous, what is the strength of this emperor?"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian approached Yuan Po step by step, looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian said with contempt on his face.

"How is the strength?"

"I lost!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yuan Po's eyes flickered with sadness, but looking at Mo Wentian, he didn't evade at all.

"Old bastard, since you are defeated, then submit to the emperor!"

"This emperor will let you continue to be the city lord of this Juancheng. If you listen to this emperor's words, this emperor will not kill any of the disciples of this Juancheng!"

"But if someone is ignorant, then you can't blame this emperor!"

Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, an incomparably cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.

"Surrender to you, you still let me be the lord of Juancheng?"

Hearing this, Yuan Po looked at Mo Wentian with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"That's right, the emperor always keeps his word!"

"Surrender to the emperor, and the emperor will let you be the lord of Juancheng!"

"However, the emperor has one condition!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and he said in a cold voice.

"What conditions?"

Yuan Po stood up and subconsciously blurted out.

"This Emperor's condition is very simple, you surrender to this Emperor and hand over all the resources in your Juancheng treasure house!"

A cold voice sounded, but the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up into an evil smile.

"Surrender to you?"

"Hand over all the resources in the Juancheng treasure house?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a cold light flashed in Yuan Po's eyes.

"Hand over the resources of Juancheng's treasure house? My lord, you can't promise this kid!"

"In Juancheng's treasury, there are our Juancheng's ten thousand years of cultivation resources in the future. If we hand over all these resources, then I, Juancheng, let alone rank in the front, even if I want to keep my original name, then It's impossible!"

"But if you don't surrender, this kid will definitely kill us!"

"Whether life is important or cultivation resources are important!"

"I am willing to choose to surrender. If the resources are gone, I can take them again, but if the life is gone, then there will be nothing!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, a pot exploded in Juancheng instantly.

More fighters are willing to choose to submit, after all, they have seen Mo Wentian's strength.

Even their city lord, a strong man in the realm of the perfect king, is no match for Mo Wentian, they don't even have the idea of ​​fighting.

They just want to survive. After all, they have cultivated to the realm of heavenly kings, and their lifespan is 100,000 years. If they break through to the realm of emperors, they will have a lifespan of 200,000 years. How could they be willing to die!

"Old bastard, this emperor is impatient!"

"Give you three breaths to think about!"

"Accept the emperor's conditions, then the emperor will spare the lives of everyone in Juancheng, but if you don't agree, then your Juancheng will disappear from the ancient ruins today!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the hesitant Yuan Po, and said coldly again.

"One breath!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian started counting without the slightest hesitation.

"two……"

"Juancheng, disappeared?"

"I……"

"I am willing to surrender, and my disciples in Juancheng are willing to surrender!"

But just when Mo Wentian began to count two breaths, Yuan Po looked at Mo Wentian and said with a bright face.

After fighting with Mo Wentian, Yuan Po did not doubt Mo Wentian's words at all.

If he didn't agree to Mo Wentian's conditions, he was sure that Mo Wentian would definitely kill him in Juancheng.

He is a strong man who is about to break through to the early stage of the Emperor, and he still has countless lifespans, so he doesn't want to die.

What's more, Mo Wentian promised him, even if he surrendered, he would still be the lord of Juan City.

"very good!"

"Old miscellaneous, it seems that you still have some eyesight!"

Seeing Yuan Po agreeing to surrender, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth became more curved, and a satisfied glint flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, is this old bastard surrendering just like that?"

Looking at this scene, a cold light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said in a deep voice.

"Is that how you surrender?"

"That's not enough!"

When Xiaojiao's voice came, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, his eyes shrank suddenly.