Chapter 1455 Battle Blade Spirit

"Buzz..."

The next moment, I saw the Shenlong seal directly appearing in Mo Wentian's hands.

Mo Wentian didn't hesitate in the slightest, and quickly typed out seal formulas one by one.

Following Mo Wentian's seal formulas one by one, the Shenlong seal quickly exploded, but within a few breaths, it had already skyrocketed to the size of a hundred feet.

"go to hell!"

With a sharp shout, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the Shenlong seal in the void directly smashed towards the blade spirit of Youlongblade.

"Boy, why do you have such a terrifying artifact?"

"This is impossible?"

Seeing the Divine Dragon Seal and the Blade Spirit of Youlongren approaching in an instant, his expression changed drastically in an instant.

The power on the Shenlong seal is really terrifying!

At this moment, the blade spirit of Youlongblade just wants to escape quickly.

It's just that before he came back to his senses, the Shenlong Seal had already been thrown towards him.

Subconsciously, the blade spirit of Youlongblade could only swell and collide with the Shenlong Seal.

"boom……"

A violent collision came.

In the void, I saw a blue figure flying upside down.

"puff……"

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of Youlongren's sword.

"Little ants, the emperor said, nothing is impossible with this emperor, right?"

But at this moment, Mo Wentian took a step forward and came directly in front of Youlong Blade Spirit, looking at the bewildered Blade Spirit in front of him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and raised a wicked smile.

Mo Wentian really didn't pay attention to the Youlong Blade Spirit in front of him.

The blade spirit of the Youlongren is not only his opponent in terms of strength, even in terms of spirit, the blade spirit of the Youlongren will definitely not be Mo Wentian's opponent.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation was only at the level of a perfect heavenly king, Mo Wentian's soul had already reached a terrifying level of 800 feet, comparable to a perfect heavenly emperor.

But the spirit of Youlong Blade in front of him is only five hundred feet long.

Mo Wentian wanted to kill the blade spirit of Youlongren, but it was an easy task!

"Boy, you..."

"How can you have such a terrifying artifact, this artifact is already comparable to the Youlong Blade!"

Mo Wentian's voice came, and the blade spirit came back to his senses.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Ling's eyes were full of disbelief.

"This thing is just casually refined by the emperor!"

"What? Is this rare?"

Mo Wentian looked at Blade Spirit with a calm expression on his face.

It was as if what Mo Wentian said just now was true.

"It was randomly refined?"

"This is impossible?"

"If you can refine the artifact of the early stage of the imperial level, why did you come to my secret room?"

Mouth to himself.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, a gleam flashed in Blade Ling's eyes, and he asked hastily.

It has to be said that the blade spirit of the Youlongblade is not too stupid.

If Mo Wentian could casually refine the early emperor-level artifacts, then there would be no need for him to come to this secret room.

There are many people who come to the secret room of the Youlong Clan, and their purpose is nothing more than one, and that is to take the Youlong Blade.

"Shut up, our boss's coming is our boss's business, you are not qualified to ask!"

"Little ants, the most important thing you should think about now is how you want to live!"

Before Mo Wentian could speak, a figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Looking at the blade spirit, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of cold and stern light.

"How should you think about living?"

Looking at the little Jiao in front of him, a look of surprise flashed in Blade Ling's eyes.

"This emperor can give you a chance, surrender to this emperor or die!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's body spread like a king's coercion.

You Ge said that the blade spirit of the Youlongblade has never surrendered to anyone, and the reason why he stayed in the Youlong clan obediently was because he also belonged to the Youlong clan.

This blade spirit doesn't submit to others, what Mo Wentian likes to do most is challenging things.

The blade spirit of Youlongblade has never surrendered before, so Mo Wentian will let him surrender!

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of light flashed across.

"Surrender or die?"

"Boy, are you dreaming?"

"I'm a strong man at the peak of the emperor, but you are only in the realm of the consummation of the king of heaven. If you didn't have this seal in your hand, you wouldn't even be able to block one of my moves!"

Hearing this, the blade spirit of Youlongren stood up, looked at Mo Wentian, and laughed wildly.

It looked like he had heard some funny joke.

In Blade Spirit's heart, Blade Spirit attributed all the power of Mo Wentian's blow just now to the Shenlong Seal.

As for Mo Wentian, he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Can't even block your move?"

"It seems that you are very suspicious of this emperor's strength!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Wentian's voice was extremely low.

"Boy, it's hard for you not to doubt the cultivation of the realm of ants, right?"

Blade Spirit stood proudly in the void, looking at Mo Wentian with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"very good!"

"Little ants, since you don't believe in the strength of this emperor, why don't you come and make a bet with this emperor?"

As if thinking of something, a sly look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

The blade spirit of Youlongblade in front of him, from Mo Wentian's perspective, he is not a person who will surrender easily.

Just like a child, very naughty!

That being the case, Mo Wentian naturally couldn't use normal methods to deal with this blade spirit.

"bet?"

"What bet?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit was full of curiosity.

"Fight the Emperor!"

"If the emperor wins, you surrender to the emperor!"

Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became serious, and his voice was extremely low.

"Fight with you?"

"You won and surrendered to you?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Boy, do you think this is a bet?"

"You are simply sending yourself to death!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Blade Spirit laughed wildly.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian is not betting with him, this is simply courting death.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, in a word, do you dare to block this game with this emperor?"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were so cold that one couldn't help shivering.

"bet!"

"If you die, I will fulfill you!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Blade Ling's expression became serious instantly, and he quickly agreed.

From his point of view, Mo Wentian, a little Heavenly King, was consummated, and if he wanted to kill him, it would be an easy task.

Mo Wentian dared to die, why didn't he dare to fight!

On the other hand, Mo Wentian saw him agreeing, but there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

What Mo Wentian wanted was for the Blade Spirit to agree.

For defeating this blade spirit, Mo Wentian has full confidence in his heart!