Chapter 1750

Unable to explain why, Mo Wentian always felt that this Nether Cold Knife was not simple, but for a while, he couldn't tell why this Nether Cold Knife was not simple.

"This Nether Cold Knife cannot be allowed to fall into other people's hands. It would be good to take this Nether Cold Knife and give it to Qi Yun!"

Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian became firm in his heart.

He must take this Nether Cold Knife.

Qi Yun's cultivation base has already broken through to the middle stage of Tianzun. If he had this Nether Cold Saber in his hand, Qi Yun's strength would be even stronger, perhaps reaching a level comparable to that of Tianzun's late stage.

In the current Heaven Devouring God Realm, the most lacking thing is strength, as long as the strength of the Devouring God Realm can be improved, Mo Wentian will not let go of such an opportunity.

"How is this possible? This cold dragon actually blocked Yu Liuliu's Nether Cold Saber!"

"The physique of this cold dragon is so strong that even the rest of the first-class Nether Cold Knife can block it!"

"Yu Liuliu was injured. He used the Nether Cold Knife. He got injured after colliding with the cold dragon!"

"The strength of this cold dragon is too terrifying!"

"Fortunately, we were not the ones who offended that person, otherwise our fate would not be much better than that of Yu Liuliu!"

...

But at this moment, everyone came back to their senses and exploded in an instant, but their expressions were full of shock.

"This cold dragon, no, it is not a simple cold dragon at all!"

Suddenly, the thin figure narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

In the depths of his eyes, a complicated light flashed across his eyes.

"Hanlong, you..."

"How is your strength so strong?"

Looking at Xiaojiao, Yu Liuliu's eyes were extremely impressive.

When he collided with Xiao Jiao, he knew that Xiao Jiao was not bad, but he didn't expect that Xiao Jiao could block his Nether Frost Knife with his physique.

You know, he was in the middle stage of Tianzun, and he had killed countless warriors of the same realm.

The little jiao in front of him, whose cultivation base is a little lower than his, but the little jiao was able to block it with his physique, how could Yu Liuliu not be shocked?

"Dog, my lord has told you a long time ago that you will not be my opponent!"

"Your head, I want it today!"

Standing proudly in the void, looking at Yu Liuliu, Xiao Jiao said coldly and proudly.

At this moment, Xiaojiao's confidence doubled, and even at this moment, he saw the scene of Yu Liuliu's tragic death in his hands.

At the same time, the aura on Xiaojiao's body rose rapidly.

"You want my head?"

"Han Long, you are so arrogant. In front of me, Yu Liu, no one has ever said such a thing. You are the first and the last!"

"Today next year will be your death day!"

Hearing Xiao Jiao's words, the murderous intent in Yu Liuliu's eyes suddenly increased.

With a thought, countless pills appeared in his hand, and when he threw his hand, countless pills entered his mouth.

As the elixir was swallowed, Yu Liuliu's aura surged again.

"Boom..."

The Nether Cold Knife also seemed to feel Yu Liuliu's anger, and trembled violently, as if it was about to strike at the next moment.

"You are right, my lord is definitely the last person to say that to you!"

"Because, from today onwards, you will die!"

"Today is your death day!"

A cold and boundless voice sounded.

The incomparably vast Longwei spread out from Xiaojiao's body.

"What a powerful Longwei, how can the might of this cold dragon be so strong?"

"Yeah, he seemed to be injured just now, but the breath on his body has not weakened at all, it is really terrifying!"

"Yu Liuliu's aura is not weak. I think the next battle will be very exciting!"

"I don't think their strength is comparable. If you really want to say who is stronger, Yu Liuliu should be stronger!"

"Yu Yiliu's cultivation is here after all. I think no matter how strong this Frost Dragon is, he won't be Yu Yiliu's opponent!"

...

Seeing this scene in the void, countless warriors began to discuss again.

At this moment, they began to guess the outcome of this battle. Among them, most of them still believed that Yu Liuliu would win. After all, Yu Liuliu's cultivation was stronger than Xiaojiao's by a small realm.

Moreover, in the hands of Yu Liuliu, there is also a late-stage emperor-level artifact, the Nether Cold Knife.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

Three battle sounds, clanging.

I saw Xiaojiao's dragon body skyrocketed again, and the dragon body that was originally ten thousand feet soared to twenty thousand feet at this moment.

With a dragon body of 20,000 feet, the might of the dragon on its body is immense, and the aura on its body is even more violent.

"Han Long, you will regret it!"

"The Nether Frost Knife, cut it for me!"

Looking at Xiaojiao standing proudly in the void, Yu Liuliu's eyes suddenly shrank.

With an angry shout, holding the Nether Cold Saber, he slashed directly at Xiaojiao.

"Boss, can Xiaojiao kill this first class?"

While fighting in the void, Huantian not far away looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

Huantian and Xiaojiao have followed Mo Wentian for a long time, and in Huantian's heart, he has already regarded Xiaojiao as a relative, and he is also worried about Xiaojiao's safety.

"able!"

"Although this first-rate Yu has the Nether Frost Knife, he is not Xiaojiao's opponent!"

"But in the same way, it's not easy for Xiaojiao to kill Yu Liuliu!"

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

Regarding Xiaojiao's strength, Mo Wentian is still clear, even though this first-rate Yu has the Nether Cold Saber in his hand, he will not be Xiaojiao's opponent.

After all, Xiaojiao is no ordinary cold dragon.

Although Mo Wentian didn't know Xiao Jiao's specific identity, Mo Wentian had a strong premonition in his heart that Yu Liuliu would not be Xiao Jiao's opponent at all.

"Boss..."

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Huantian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"boom……"

But at this moment, in the void, the Nether Cold Saber, which was several feet long, exploded with a flash of light.

It turned into a cloud of pitch-black ghostly air, and that cloud of incomparably weird ghostly air attacked Xiaojiao in an instant.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and his expression became serious.

"Little Jiao, be careful!"

"Don't let this ghostly air enter your body!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian quickly reminded without the slightest hesitation.

He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian always felt that if these ghostly auras invaded his body, it would be impossible for Xiaojiao to block Yu Liuliu, let alone kill him!

"Boss, don't worry!"

"This dog can't hurt me!"

Xiao Jiao grinned at Mo Wentian, his voice full of confidence.

"This little dragon..."

"Always so confident!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao's confident face, Mo Wentian shook his head slightly.

But at the next moment, it seemed that he had discovered something, and the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised into a smile.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's eyes turned to the void.

In the void, Xiaojiao's figure flashed again, and the dragon's tail, which was over a thousand feet high, directly drew up towards the strange cloud of ghostly air.