Chapter 1417 Dry Town Sky Without Battle

"Give me a chance to surrender to Mo Wentian?"

"Little reptile, aren't you dreaming?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A voice of wild laughter sounded.

Ku Zhentian stood up, looked at Xiaojiao, and said sharply.

He is the patriarch of the majestic Moyouku clan, and he is like a king in the Moyouku clan, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the emperor, while Mo Wentian's cultivation is only the consummation of the heavenly king.

Wanting him, a strong man at the peak of the emperor, to surrender to a little king of heaven, this makes him so willing in his heart.

"Ant, it seems that you are not willing to surrender?"

"Then I can't blame your grandpa!"

Hearing Ku Zhentian's words, Xiao Jiao's expression turned cold instantly.

"The dragon flicks its tail!"

"Come again!"

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Xiaojiao sternly shouted, and the dragon tail, which was hundreds of feet in size, fell directly towards Ku Zhentian.

"Little reptile, you like to wag your tail so much, today I will let you have no more tail to wag!"

"Moyou Divine Sword!"

A gloomy voice sounded, and in Ku Zhentian's hand, a divine sword exuding a demonic aura appeared.

On the divine sword, traces of divine patterns flickered endlessly.

Holding the Moyou Divine Sword in his hand, Ku Zhentian's power in this pediatric department has grown.

"Little Jiao, be careful!"

"This Moyou Divine Sword is enough to cut your tail!"

Seeing this, Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly, and he quickly sent a voice transmission to Xiaojiao.

"One sword is enough to cut my tail. The power of this sword is so strong!"

"Looks like I have to be careful!"

After receiving Mo Wentian's reminder, Xiao Jiao felt a little more cautious.

"The ghost is out!"

"Withered soul!"

"die!"

But at this moment, Rong Zhentian's eyes suddenly shrank, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Immediately, holding the Moyou Divine Sword, he directly slashed towards Xiaojiao's dragon tail.

"Moyou out, withered souls! Could it be that the divine sword in the hands of the Moyouku tribe's patriarch is the peerless sword Moyou Shenjian that has been passed down by his Moyouku tribe for millions of years?"

"The power on that divine sword is so strong, I think it must be the rumored Moyou Divine Sword, otherwise, the power and influence on that divine sword wouldn't be so strong!"

"With the cultivation of the Emperor's peak, coupled with the help of the Moyou Divine Sword, I think no matter how strong the Shenlong is, it can't stop it!"

"Cultivation is still the most important factor in determining the outcome!"

...

Looking at Ku Zhentian in the void, and then at Xiaojiao on the opposite side, the eyes of countless warriors were full of regret.

From their point of view, Xiao Jiao's cultivation talent is already very good, if he continues to grow, he will definitely become a peerless and terrifying existence.

But it's a pity that Xiaojiao will face Rong Zhentian this time!

"Do you want to kill your grandfather and me with a broken sword?"

"See how I teach you a lesson!"

But at this moment Xiaojiao, looking at Ku Zhentian who came in a flash, didn't have the slightest worry.

Recalling Mo Wentian's words, an incomparably bright light instantly rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.

Mo Wentian asked him not to kill Ku Zhentian, so naturally he would not seriously injure Ku Zhentian's vitals.

"Tianlong Shadowless Claw!"

With an angry shout, Xiaojiao's thousands of feet body instantly changed in the void.

The speed was getting faster and faster, until it was so fast that even Mo Wentian could barely see an afterimage.

Especially his sharp claws were flickering with azure blue cold light at this moment.

"boom……"

"Clang clang..."

Following Xiaojiao's claw move, it collided with Ku Zhentian's Moyou Divine Sword in an instant, arousing sparks.

"not good!"

"The speed of this little reptile is really too fast. I can block his few moves, but I can't stop his countless moves!"

Ku Zhentian swung his sword very fast, but compared with Xiaojiao, it paled in comparison.

Ku Zhentian was very clear in his heart, according to this, he would definitely die.

"Buzz..."

With a flash of his figure, Ku Zhentian flew a hundred feet away.

"Want to run at this time?"

"Ant, I won't give you this chance!"

Seeing Ku Zhentian reappeared a hundred feet away, Xiaojiao's eyes shrank suddenly.

Spreading his paws, he chased after Ku Zhentian directly.

"Tear..."

The moment Xiao Jiao chased after him, Xiao Jiao's claws that shone with azure blue cold light grabbed onto Ku Zhentian's arm.

"ah……"

Suddenly, a scream sounded.

"Clang clang..."

The next moment, Moyou Divine Sword fell directly from Ku Zhentian's hand to the ground.

At the same time, Ku Zhentian's body also rolled on the ground.

His left hand was covering his right arm, which was already bone-deep, and his face had also turned extremely pale at this moment.

"The patriarch of the Moyouku Clan has lost!"

"The wound on his arm is so terrible, you can see the white bones!"

"This dragon is really terrifying!"

"Next, I see that if the patriarch of the Moyouku Clan does not surrender, he may die here today!"

"Isn't our patriarch an old friend with the Moyouku clan's patriarch? Why doesn't our patriarch help?"

...

Countless warriors, with a gleam of light in their eyes, began to discuss.

"How about it?"

"Ants, surrender to the Emperor, or choose to die?"

But at this moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure appeared beside Ku Zhentian.

Looking at Ku Zhentian, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered, and he said coldly.

"Surrender or choose to die?"

"Ask the Lord, I choose to surrender!"

"You let me relax, I will let go now!"

Looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, Ku Zhentian said hastily without any hesitation.

Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation is only at the perfection of a heavenly king, but he gives Ku Zhentian a feeling that if he does not choose to surrender, he will definitely be buried here today.

"You ant, you can't hold on for a while!"

"You little grandfather, I haven't beaten enough yet!"

Xiaojiao heard Ku Zhentian's words, the light that rose in his eyes just now dimmed instantly.

He hadn't fought a battle for a long time, just now Mo Wentian asked him to beat Ku Zhentian, he was very happy in his heart.

But I didn't expect that Ku Zhentian would surrender so quickly.

"Little Jiao, don't worry, there are still many battles to be fought in the Tianji Mountain Range!"

"And these big battles won't be far away!"

Looking at Xiaojiao's dimmed look, Mo Wentian said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"The battle is my favorite!"

"I'm waiting for those big battles to come!"

Hearing what Mo Wentian said, Xiao Jiao's expression immediately softened.