Chapter 800 Physical Damage

"This is the Yanlei Sword, the Great Elder of the Monster Race actually has an early King-level artifact!"

"His strength has already reached the late stage of Tianjun, plus this Yanlei sword, can the ancestor still block it?"

"Brother Wentian..."

"Boss..."

...

Beyond the sky city, those figures looked at the void, their eyes full of worry.

Although Mo Wentian ordered them to leave, at this moment they held the divine sword tightly, as if they were ready to strike at any time.

"Flame Thunder Sword?"

"Well, it's still a little bit worse!"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, and there was a bit of disgust in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

With the attribute of flame and thunder, coupled with the sufficient attack power of the sword, Deng Tian in front of him is a bit more terrifying than before.

"A little bit worse?"

"Boy, then I will let you know how powerful my Yanlei Sword is!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, a cold sword light burst out.

The next moment, Deng Tian took a step forward, and an extremely terrifying sword energy shot up from his body.

"Boom..."

The whole world suddenly trembled.

In the endless void, Deng Tian stood proudly.

That figure, like a supreme sword, showed its sharpness, and looked terrifying from a distance.

"Old bastard, what nonsense!"

"I don't know if your Yanlei Sword is powerful or not, but I know you are going to die here today!"

The cold and proud voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent.

"Sword!"

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Sword breaks the sky!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian took a step forward and made the first move.

The Heaven Devouring Divine Sword trembled in Mo Wentian's hands, and terrifying sword energy shot out wantonly, beheading towards Deng Tian.

"Buzz..."

The void suddenly shattered directly, and endless void turbulence surged out.

"It's this rubbish sword again, you want to kill Elder Ben just because of this?"

"It's ridiculous!"

Looking at the sword energy coming from the void, Deng Tian's eyes were full of disdain.

Although the power of Mo Wentian's sword was already comparable to Tianjun's middle stage, in Deng Tian's eyes, it was just an innocuous sword.

"ridiculous?"

"Old dog, you will cry!"

Looking at Deng Tian's contemptuous eyes, the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc, and his voice was even more icy cold.

Although the old man's cultivation has reached the late stage of Tianjun, he still has a king-level artifact to help him.

This knife is irrelevant to him, but what about dozens or hundreds of swords?

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Flame Thunder Sword Art!"

"kill!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, the killing intent suddenly soared.

Immediately, he greeted Mo Wentian with a sword.

Following Deng Tian's attack, thunder clouds billowed in the void, and the next moment, terrifying thunder explosions sounded, and the entire world was filled with flame and thunder sword energy.

The terrifying sword energy, with its destructive force, is extremely terrifying.

"die!"

A cold voice sounded, and Deng Tian's sword fell directly towards Mo Wentian.

"boom……"

The void was shattered, and from the terrifying Flame Thunder Sword, a terrifying sword glow burst out.

"The purple emperor's body!"

"Clang clang..."

A violent collision came, and Mo Wentian's body retreated step by step.

The sword energy on Mo Wentian's body dissipated out of thin air, and the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword also disappeared in his hand at some point.

"puff……"

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

The incomparably terrifying flame and thunder sword energy surged into Mo Wentian's body crazily, destroying Mo Wentian's physique crazily.

If it wasn't for Mo Wentian's terrifying body of the Purple Emperor, then the sword of Deng Tian, ​​the great elder of the demon clan, would have been enough to make Mo Wentian lose his fighting power.

"This kid, can he still block my Yanlei sword?"

"This physique is probably a bit stronger than the strong ones in Tianjun's later stage!"

"It's a pity, kid, if you meet me today, you must die!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, the killing intent was terrifying and boundless.

He was once again blocked by Mo Wentian in front of him.

"Flame Thunder Sword Art!"

"Death cut!"

The Great Elder Deng Tian gave a cold shout, and saw him play a sword formula.

The next moment, countless flames and sword qi crazily shot out from Deng Tian's body.

"Late Tianjun..."

"It's still too strong!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of cold light flickered endlessly.

The purple emperor reached perfection and devoured the peak emperor-level artifact and the heavenly stone elixir. Mo Wentian thought that if he fought this old man again, not to mention beheading the old man with a sword, he would at least hurt him.

But now it seems that his strength is still too weak!

"I want to fight against Tianjun's late stage!"

"My cultivation base must advance to Tianjun!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

But looking at the terrifying slashing sword in front of him, Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest choice.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Boundary-breaking sword!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian struck out with a sword.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura instantly surged, and a fierce and boundless aura spread from Mo Wentian's body.

"Boy, can you actually display a power comparable to Tianjun's late stage?"

In Deng Tian's eyes, there was an obvious look of embarrassment.

"So what if you can display the power of Tianjun in the later stage?"

"With the Yanlei sword in hand, this elder's current power is comparable to the peak of Tianjun. Boy, if you want to kill me, you are still far away!"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Deng Tian's expression changed instantly, and he sneered.

"Old dog, go to hell!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and his voice was unparalleled in coldness and arrogance.

"Boy, I don't believe you can stop it!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, killing intent soared.

Those eyes looking at Mo Wentian seemed to swallow Mo Wentian alive.

"Death cut!"

"kill!"

"Buzz..."

The sword energy of the void swept towards Mo Wentian crazily. At this moment, the void outside Tiancheng tore apart an extremely terrifying streak of hatred.

The endless flame and thunder sword energy seemed to tear Mo Wentian into pieces.

"not good!"

"not good!"

"The power of this sword is already comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"

"Can the emperor still stop it?"

...

Thousands of feet away, the expressions of Chi Xiao and the others suddenly changed drastically.

"boom……"

The violent collision came again.

In the void, Mo Wentian's figure flew upside down again.

"puff……"

From the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, traces of blood overflowed.

"Emperor!"

"Brother Wentian..."

"Old Ancestor..."

...

One after another figures looked at the void, their eyes full of shock.

"Die, boy, after you die, this elder will treat you well as a disciple of the Jiuyou Clan!"

An ice-cold voice came, and that terrifying sword in the void once again slashed towards Mo Wentian.

"uh-huh……"

A streak of sword energy was wanton, and blood spilled from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth again.

He clearly felt that the terrifying sword energy was attacking his body wantonly.

At this moment, Zidi's body trembled violently.