Chapter 833 Fighting Twelve People

"I know!"

Mo Wentian's voice sounded in Xiaojiao's mind.

"The bastards of the demon race, waiting for this emperor, are you so eager to die?"

Mo Wentian looked at the twelve demon disciples in front of him, the coldness in his eyes suddenly rose, and he said coldly.

With a sweep of his soul, all the cultivation levels of the twelve people were displayed in Mo Wentian's mind.

Among these twelve people, six of them were warriors in the middle stage of Tianjun, five were warriors in the late stage of Tianjun, and one person's strength had reached the peak of Tianjun.

Mo Wentian didn't need to think about it to know that the person at the peak of Tianjun was none other than Lu Ming, the third-ranked genius disciple of the Demon Race.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

Suddenly, a young man among the twelve stepped forward and said coldly.

"Hand over my two disciples from the Jiuyou Clan. This emperor may be in a good mood, so I can leave you a whole corpse!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised a strange arc, but his voice was extremely cold.

"Leave a whole body?"

"Boy, your disciple is still in my hands, you are not afraid that I will kill these two!"

An indifferent voice came, and a handsome and gorgeously dressed man stepped forward and looked at Mo Wentian with murderous intent in his eyes.

In the next moment, with a wave of his hand, the two of them appeared in front of Mo Wentian, holding Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng.

"Demon Lu Ming!"

"This emperor knows that you are holding them just to lure me here. This emperor has already arrived. If that's the case, then let them go!"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Ming, his eyes flickering coldly, and said coldly.

"Let them go?"

"Why did I let them go?"

On Lu Ming's face, there was a sinister arc.

"Since you are the third-ranked genius of the Demon Race, do you dare to fight this Emperor?"

As if thinking of something, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Fight with you?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Why do you need senior brother Lu Ming to fight you? I, Lu Jie, can do it!"

A cold and arrogant voice came, and a young man in the mid-Tianjun stage walked out of the crowd proudly.

"Only by you?"

"You are not eligible!"

Mo Wentian didn't even bother to take a look, his face was full of indifference and arrogance.

"you……"

"You are simply arrogant. I am a strong man in the late stage of Tianjun, and you actually said that I am not qualified?"

In Lu Jie's eyes, there was boundless anger.

"Junior Brother Lu Jie, step back!"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian who was full of arrogance, and said coldly.

"Tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

The next moment, Lu Ming stepped forward and said coldly.

"The way to play is very simple, but I have a prerequisite!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Senior brother Lu Ming already gave enough face by fighting with you, but you don't know what is good and bad, and you still want to negotiate terms with senior brother Lu Ming?"

"That's right, boy, you are too ignorant of good and evil!"

"Senior brother Lu Ming, what are you talking about with this kid, just go ahead and kill all these people!"

"kill him!"

...

A series of angry voices resounded in the void.

"Everyone back down!"

A coldness flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and he said coldly.

"Brother Lu Ming..."

"Senior Brother Lu Ming, this..."

...

Everyone opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"What conditions?"

The next moment, Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.

"The conditions are actually very simple!"

"Then you let go of these two people from my Jiuyou clan first. How about this emperor fighting against the twelve of you?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was an incomparably cold light, and his voice was boundlessly cold.

"Release the two members of the Jiuyou Clan?"

"Okay, I promise you!"

A gleam flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and he agreed directly.

"Senior brother Lu Ming, this kid is too arrogant, let's kill all three of them!"

"That's right, that's right, why did you agree to this condition!"

"Senior Brother Lu Ming, this..."

...

Everyone looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes blazed fiercely.

"What? Do you think I can't beat him?"

Hearing this, an incomparably cold light rose in Lu Ming's eyes, and he shouted coldly.

"Brother Lu Ming, why do you think so?"

"Beheading this kid, Brother Lu Ming is not just a matter of moving his fingers casually!"

...

Seeing Lu Ming getting angry, everyone's expression changed, and they said hastily.

"In that case, that's all!"

A coldness flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"As expected of the third-ranked genius of the Demon Race, not bad!"

Seeing that Lu Ming agreed, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised a slight arc.

"Boy, I'll let you know, this is the stupidest decision you've ever made!"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian, secretly full of disdain.

Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun, but he is a strong man at the peak of Tianjun.

Although he has just broken through to the peak of Tianjun, this cultivation base is enough to crush Tianjun's early stage casually.

In front of Mo Wentian, he was confident enough to kill Mo Wentian with one move.

The reason why he agreed to Mo Wentian's conditions was because of his confidence that he would definitely kill Mo Wentian.

Let Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng be released first, they are just two warriors in the early stage of Tianjun. After he kills Mo Wentian, it will be a matter of waving Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng after he kills Mo Wentian.

"Yeah?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched into an evil smile.

How dare this little bastard underestimate him?

Mo Wentian likes people who underestimate him the most, the more others underestimate him, the worse he will make that person die.

"You'll stop laughing in no time!"

A coldness flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and he said coldly.

"Why does this emperor think that you are the one who won't be able to laugh later!"

The arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense.

"Stop talking nonsense, let the disciples of my Jiuyou clan go, let them go to war immediately!"

"This emperor is still rushing to snatch the artifact!"

Seemingly remembering something, Mo Wentian spoke again.

Standing proudly in the void, his eyes are full of coldness and arrogance.

"Let them go!"

Hearing this, Lu Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted at the two demon disciples who were behind Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng.

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu Ming!"

The two immediately opened their mouths to answer, and typed out seal formulas one by one.

In less than a breath, the rope that bound Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng was instantly loosened.

"Old Ancestor!"

"Owner!"

As soon as their bodies were freed, the two quickly walked towards Mo Wentian's side.

"Little Jiao, bring them back to recovery!"

Mo Wentian took out a space ring from his hand and threw it directly at Xiao Jiao, saying in a deep voice.

"Boss, I'll stay and help you!"

There was a gleam in Xiaojiao's eyes, and his voice was full of clangs.

His cultivation has just broken through to the late stage of Tianjun, and now he just wants to fight to see how his combat power is.