Chapter 219 Fighting the Eighth Rank Sword Emperor

"Hurricane Sword Intent, you have it, and I have it too..."

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's evil smile suddenly spread from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Hurricane Sword Intent!"

"A Thousand Paths!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's figure suddenly accelerated several times, the terrifying speed was more than twice as fast as Qingfeng's!

"What a speed!"

Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly. With the attribute of wind, his moving speed among Sword Emperors was definitely one of the best.

But Mo Wentian in front of him...

The speed is not slower than him.

"Hurricane Sword Qi!"

"Clang..."

The cyan divine sword shot out a terrifying sword intent, and the sword gang gathered on Qingfeng's imperial sword, directly killing Mo Wentian.

"Boy, even if you are fast, you will definitely die today..."

When the cold voice came, Qingfeng's eyes flashed a fierce light.

"Death is certain..."

Mo Wentian smiled contemptuously. For thousands of years, there are countless people who want to die...

But Mo Wentian, he is still alive and well.

"If you want me to die, then you must be prepared to die..."

Mo Wen Tianyin Cece's voice suddenly resounded in the void.

Following Mo Wentian's words, everyone felt a chill, and a shudder rose from the soles of their feet and rushed directly to their foreheads.

"So heavy hostility..."

The people around looked at Mo Wentian in shock, and when Qingfeng appeared, they originally thought that Mo Wentian would beg for mercy.

But who knows...

Mo Wentian didn't even pay attention to Qingfeng at all.

"The majesty of the Qing family, no one dares to touch the whole Wentian Kingdom, and no one dares not to abide by the rules of this Qingcheng!"

"but now……"

...

Everyone's expressions became serious.

They seem to have felt it.

A terrible storm is coming, relying on this young man's talent, if Mo Wentian grows up, then the Qingcheng Qing family...

"He must die..."

Qinghao and Qingfeng had the same indifference in their eyes.

Mo Wentian's strength made them afraid!

The sword emperor who is a rank five sword emperor, but whose speed exceeds the peak of rank eight, Qing Hao, the genius sword emperor who is a rank six genius...

He didn't even have the courage to attack Mo Wentian.

How terrible this is!

"Qingfeng three thousand kills!"

"Buzz..."

The void, fierce hurricanes and swords, frantically gathered...

Terrible power, even the whole world began to tremble!

"What a powerful force!"

"Sword breaks the sky!"

Mo Wentian let out a cold drink, and a layer of rich golden light quickly rose from Mo Wentian's body.

"kill!"

As the word "kill" fell, an extremely terrifying sword intent formed above Mo Wentian's head!

"What a strong sword intent..."

Everyone's expressions changed again, the eighth-rank sword emperor was very strong, but Mo Wentian in front of him...

But even more terrifying.

The terrifying aura on Mo Wentian's body made people tremble with fear!

"Clang..."

The sound of metal colliding came, and Mo Wentian's Thunder Emperor Sword and Qingfeng's top grade Emperor Sword clashed together in the void.

Metal friction, a series of sparks!

"Buzz..."

The surrounding spiritual energy entered the bodies of the two of them like a tide.

The terrifying aftermath, centered on the two, spread wildly to the surroundings.

"Go back!"

A series of exclamations sounded in the void, and the group of people who were planning to watch the show quickly backed away one by one.

That terrifying aftermath was enough to kill an ordinary sword emperor.

Even Qing Hao couldn't help but retreated hundreds of meters!

"This kid, what a strong sword intent, my hurricane sword intent was blocked by him..."

In the void, Qingfeng's pupils shrank violently.

On the opposite side, Mo Wentian looked extremely indifferent.

The slightly raised corners of the mouth were somewhat mocking.

"Turn 8 Sword Emperor, that's all!"

A faint voice came, everyone...

He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of spiritual energy.

Rank eight Sword Emperor, but that's all?

The eighth-rank sword emperor is already the strongest existence under the peak sword emperor!

It's not that the eighth-rank Sword Emperor is not strong, but...

Mo Wentian is too evil!

"Is that human being?"

Qinghao said to himself, he already considered himself a genius, but compared to Mo Wentian...

That's not far off!

"Old man, if you strike me with a sword, then you will receive a sword from me..."

But at this moment, the fighting intent in Mo Wentian's eyes caused everyone's bodies to tremble violently.

Take him a sword, could it be that just now...

"Boy, you are arrogant!"

A tinge of anger rose on Qingfeng's face, Mo Wentian in front of him was really too arrogant.

"Arrogance?"

Mo Wentian smiled indifferently, and then suddenly swung four swords out of the Thunder Emperor Sword in his hand.

"White Tiger Bites!"

"Blue Dragon Biting!"

"Suzaku bite!"

"Xuanwu bite!"

"Four elephants unite, the sword devours the world!"

"Ho Ho Ho Ho..."

In the void, four roars came, and every time a sword was struck, an extremely terrifying breath would appear in the void.

The four swords are all out, in the whole world.

The four divine beasts with sword intent, majestic and terrifying power spread wildly around Mo Wentian.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art enters the third form, even the power of the second form..."

"It has also grown a lot!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was a radiant light, and the second form of the four elephants devoured, and at this moment, it also carried the power of attributes.

Compared with the four elephants a month ago.

The current four elephants are two or three times stronger!

"How can this be?"

Qingfeng's lips trembled slightly, Qinghao's face was extremely ugly...

The others looked at Mo Wentian with a blank face.

The Four Great Sword Intents, this is...

King of Swords!

"I didn't expect to be the king of swords. This kid's talent is so terrifying!"

"The king of the sword, the king of the sword who is rumored to have the opportunity to enter the realm of the sword god!"

"This kid's talent is too strong, this time the Qing family..."

"So what if he is strong, offending someone from the Qing family, this kid is doomed, it's just a pity for his talent..."

...

There was a lot of discussion around, and those eyes fell on Mo Wentian.

There are envy, sighs, and jealousy...

King of Swords, what a...

evildoer!

"The king of swords, you must kill him..."

"We must kill him..."

Qingfeng roared madly in his heart, the king of swords, as the eighth-rank sword emperor, Qingfeng knew very well that the king of swords was terrifying.

Once Mo Wentian grows up.

Then even his Qing family might...

"Qingfeng's Ultimate Skill: Nine consecutive kills!"

"Kill kill kill..."

Nine consecutive 'kills' fell, and the killing intent on Qingfeng's body rolled out.

"It is the ultimate skill of the Qingfeng Sword Emperor!"

"This kid is dead!"

"Pity……"

...

As Qingfeng shot again, the eyes around him were suddenly filled with sighs.

Is the king of swords just a flash in the pan?

Is this incomparably monstrous young man about to fall into the hands of the Qing family today?

"Buzz..."

In the void, waves of extremely dangerous breaths attacked Mo Wentian.

"Nirvana..."

At the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, a cold smile slowly rose.

"Four elephants unite, kill!"

"boom!"

The four divine beasts suddenly rushed towards the blue wind in the void in a frenzy.