Chapter 1792 Battle Yu Hao

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Boundary-breaking sword!"

The sound of shouting angrily sounded, Mo Wentian directly struck out with a sword, and slashed towards Yu Hao.

"Boy, it's not that easy to kill me!"

Seeing Mo Wentian slashing towards him, Yu Hao's eyes suddenly shrank, and the killing intent in his eyes suddenly increased.

"Lei Qilin Gloves!"

The next moment, Yu Hao gave a cold shout.

"Boom..."

A violent explosion sounded, and in the void, a pair of fist gloves with incomparable lightning power appeared in the void.

Following the appearance of the gauntlet, a thunder qilin with a head of ten feet also appeared in the void.

On Lei Qilin, the power of thunder and lightning was terrifying and boundless.

That Lei Qilin looked at Mo Wentian, the power of lightning in his eyes was incomparably vast, and at the same time, that Lei Qilin's bloody mouth opened even more.

"Thunder Fist!"

With a cold shout, the Lei Qilin glove in the void instantly fell on Yu Hao's body.

As Yu Hao put the Lei Qilin gloves on, the power on Yu Hao's body skyrocketed again.

The power of thunder and lightning spread wantonly around Yu Hao's body.

"die!"

When the word "death" fell, Yu Hao went straight to meet Mo Wentian.

"Ho Ho..."

And at the moment when Yu Hao made a move, the towering Lei Qilin in the void roared.

Opened his bloody mouth wide, and devoured towards Mo Wentian.

"Lei Qilin gloves?"

"Miss, this is the Lei Qilin glove, this Lei Qilin glove is a divine weapon at the peak of the emperor!"

"Mo Wentian, I can't stop it now!"

"Miss, shall we make a move?"

Looking at this scene in the void, Ying'er, who was not far away, felt her heart tighten, her expression extremely tense.

"Ying'er, don't underestimate Mo Wentian!"

"Our identities don't allow us to take action at will, and we can't show up until the critical moment of life and death!"

Listening to Yinger at this moment, Mo Qingqing's brows were even more tightly knit together.

But the next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Qingqing's expression changed slightly, and she said indifferently.

The worries in Mo Qingqing's heart were not less than those of Ying'er, and she also wanted to take action to solve Yu Hao.

But she had met Yu Hao before, Yu Hao knew her identity well, and she couldn't let her identity be revealed.

Once her identity is revealed, the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking like this, a complex light flashed in Mo Qingqing's eyes, and her slender hands clenched tightly at this moment.

"Miss, this is an emergency!"

"The Lei Qilin glove is an artifact of the imperial peak, and with Yu Hao's cultivation, it's impossible for Mo Wentian to be able to stop it!"

"Yu Hao's blow, I'm afraid it will kill Mo Wentian!"

In Ying'er's heart, there is only one thought at the moment, and that is to take action and save Mo Wentian.

In her opinion, Mo Wentian's cultivation was really too bad, it was impossible for him to block Yu Hao's two punches.

"Ying'er..."

Hearing this, Mo Qingqing's expression was extremely cold, and she shouted in a cold voice.

"Miss……"

It was rare for Mo Qingqing to talk to her like this. Seeing Mo Qingqing's cold face, Ying'er felt like she wanted to make a move, but she held back.

It's just that the eyes looked at the void again, and looked at the figure.

In her heart, she began to pray secretly, praying that Mo Wentian could block Yu Hao.

"Lei Qilin gloves?"

"This glove is really good!"

"It would be good if you give me boxing and hand training!"

But at this moment, Mo Wentian, looking at Yu Hao who was rushing towards him, put his eyes on Lei Qilin's gloves.

At this moment, what Mo Wentian was thinking in his heart was not how to block Yu Hao, but how to take off Lei Qilin's gauntlet.

"Boy, death is imminent, since you are still coveting my young world lord's Lei Qilin glove?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yu Hao's eyes suddenly shrank.

The two punches directly hit Mo Wentian's chest.

"Clang clang..."

"boom……"

But just when Yu Hao was about to hit Mo Wentian's chest with two fists, a divine sword gleaming with cold light blocked Mo Wentian's chest.

"I want to blast this emperor to death!"

"You don't have the ability yet!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian directly cast a boundary-breaking sword.

"boom……"

The next moment, in the void, two figures flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

The expression on Mo Wentian's face turned pale in an instant.

"Buzz..."

Mo Wentian's mind moved, several pills appeared in his hands, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian threw them into his mouth directly.

After swallowing a few pills, Mo Wentian's fluctuating aura instantly stabilized a lot.

"The realm of the peak of Tianzun!"

"Sure enough!"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Yu Hao opposite, Mo Wentian's eyes were a little hard to hide.

Originally, Mo Wentian thought that his indestructible body, the sixth layer of Nine Dragons Saint Physique, had broken through to the peak, and it would not be difficult to counter Yu Hao.

Unexpectedly, this strong man at the peak of Tianzun is so much stronger than Tianzun who is perfect.

Yu Hao's strength really exceeded Mo Wentian's expectations.

"Miss, block it!"

"Mo Wentian blocked Yu Hao's two punches, and only suffered minor injuries!"

Not far away, Ying'er also recovered from the shock.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Ying'er had a bit of disbelief in her eyes.

"Not only was he blocked and slightly injured, he also injured Yu Hao!"

Mo Qingqing seemed to have discovered something, the corners of her mouth grinned slightly, and she said with a curved voice.

"And hurt Yu Hao?"

Muttering to herself, Ying'er's eyes looked towards Yu Hao.

"uh-huh……"

Just when Ying'er looked at Yu Hao, Yu Hao let out a muffled snort, and traces of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Miss, this..."

"This Yu Hao is really injured!"

"Why is Mo Wentian so strong? Isn't his cultivation only in the mid-emperor stage?"

Seeing Yu Hao injured, Ying'er's heart became more and more impressive, and she hurriedly asked.

"Some people's strength is not measured by cultivation!"

Mo Qingqing looked at Mo Wentian with her eyes, and what she didn't even know was that the corners of her mouth raised at this moment were extremely rich.

"Some people's strength is not measured by cultivation?"

"Miss, who are you talking about?"

Listening to Mo Qingqing's words, Ying'er was full of doubts, and asked almost subconsciously.

"The one in front of you is Mo Wentian!"

A sonorous voice sounded, and Mo Qingqing's expression was extremely firm.

"Um!"

Hearing this, Yinger nodded in agreement.

While Mo Qingqing and Ying'er were discussing, the old woman and the old man in the void also nodded in satisfaction.

For Mo Wentian, their hearts became more and more recognized.