Chapter 840: Blocking Three Moves in a Row

"Old Hei, don't hold back, it won't be good if you get internal injuries!"

Looking at the Dark Lord, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said jokingly.

"Suffocating internal injuries?"

"This is impossible?"

"This kid is only in the early stage of Tianjun, he can't hurt the Dark Lord!"

"I can't hold it anymore when I look at the kid!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the people in the dark immediately exploded.

"Boy, you..."

"Today, I will definitely kill you!"

In the eyes of the Dark Lord, the killing intent was terrifying and boundless.

But Mo Wentian's guess was right, the sword Mo Wentian had just hurt him.

There was a strong smell of blood in his throat, he wanted to spit it out, but when Mo Wentian said this, he swallowed the blood.

"Yeah?"

"I think you will die today!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably cold air rose, standing proudly in the void, and his voice was unparalleled in coldness and arrogance.

"Catch me again!"

"Black Devil's Palm!"

With a cold drink, the phantom of the black magic in the void transformed into a palm of hundreds of feet in size again.

Above the palm of the devil, Tian Tianjun's perfect power swept towards Mo Wentian.

"The Dark Lord of Tianjun Consummation is indeed terrifying!"

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

In the void, the demonic energy still enveloped a radius of several hundred feet, and within the range of several hundred feet, it seemed to have become an ancient demon realm.

From a distance, it is terrifying.

"But it's not enough to kill this emperor with this!"

An indifferent voice sounded in the void.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Four elephants devour the sky!"

With a cold shout, the Heaven Devouring Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands again.

On top of the Heaven Devouring Sword, the energy of the Rolling Sword was oscillating endlessly.

"Ho Ho..."

In the void, four roars came, and the four swords shot directly.

As soon as the four swords were released, four divine beasts appeared in the entire world.

"Four images in one!"

"boom……"

The next moment, the four great beasts merged together in the void, turned into four elephant beasts, and directly greeted the devil's palm in the void.

"Ho Ho..."

boom……"

A violent collision came, but within a tenth of a breath, the four elephant beasts in the void collapsed directly.

"Tianjun is perfect, too strong!"

A look of astonishment flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Having killed Meng Ruoxi and Lu Ming who were at the peak of Tianjun, Mo Wentian thought that he was going to fight the Dark Lord who was perfected by Tianjun, and it would not be a problem.

But now it seemed that he was still a little short of killing the Dark Lord.

"Want to defeat the Dark Lord..."

"Unless my cultivation breaks through to the middle stage of Tianjun!"

Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian took a deep breath.

But the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes became firm again.

Tianjun's perfect powerhouse is terrifying, but it is not so easy to kill him, Mo Wentian.

He had obtained the Phantom Spirit Fruit, but in fact, he could retreat at any time.

But Mo Wentian didn't want to retreat. He fought the Dark Lord in this valley not only because of the phantom spirit fruit bet, but more importantly, he wanted to deter other people by beheading the Dark Lord.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's heart was extremely firm, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Old Hei, the emperor will come to play with you again!"

"Eight Desolation Sword Domain!"

"Buzz..."

With a cold drink, I saw the terrifying sword energy in the void, quickly spreading towards the surroundings.

The billowing emptiness swept towards the Dark Lord in the void.

"The meaning of the Eight Desolations?"

Looking at the vast and boundless meaning of the wilderness in the void, the Dark Lord was slightly taken aback.

Mo Wentian was able to display the Eight Desolation Sword Qi, which really exceeded his expectations.

He had a premonition that the sooner Mo Wentian was resolved, the better.

Attack after attack, Mo Wentian's power became stronger and stronger, and the power in him seemed to be endless.

The current Dark Lord has only one thought in his mind, and that is to kill Mo Wentian quickly.

"Boy, die!"

"Magic cauldron, suppress!"

"boom……"

A cold voice came, and in the void, the billowing demon energy gathered into the appearance of a black-faced old man.

Standing proudly in the void, holding a magic cauldron hundreds of feet in size, he moved towards Mo Wentian to suppress it.

"Magic cauldron?"

"This magic cauldron is rumored to be an artifact of the mid-king class!"

"Tianjun's perfect cultivation base, coupled with this mid-king-level artifact, this kid is sure to die!"

"That's right, this kid will definitely not be able to block this move!"

...

Looking at the hundred-foot-sized magic cauldron in the void, discussions started again in the dark.

"boom……"

A violent collision came, and Mo Wentian's body flew upside down again.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian spat out a mouthful of blood.

"King-level mid-stage artifact, not bad!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold, and the coldness in his eyes was even more terrifying.

"Is this kid still alive?"

"He blocked it again?"

"This is the third move of the Dark Lord, and he actually blocked the third move of the Dark Lord!"

"I am the cultivation base of the peak of Tianjun. If it were me, I am not sure that I can block the three moves of the Dark Lord, but this kid blocked it!"

...

One after another figure looked at that figure with shock in their eyes.

Even some warriors didn't believe it, and even opened up their soul and spiritual consciousness to investigate Mo Wentian's cultivation, but no matter how they searched, Mo Wentian's cultivation was only at the initial stage of Tianjun.

"It turns out that I don't believe the rumors that this kid beheaded the powerful monsters and monsters!"

"Now my rumors are all true!"

"The rumors are all true? Doesn't that mean that Meng Ruoxi, Xiao Yuehen, and the elder of the monster clan were all beheaded by this kid?"

"This... is this impossible?"

...

After some investigation, looking at that figure, the crowd boiled up again.

"Boy, you can still block my magic cauldron!"

"Today you must die!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, in the Dark Demon King's eyes, the killing intent was boundless and terrifying.

His magic cauldron is an artifact of the mid-king stage, not to mention him as a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun, even a strong man in the late stage of Tianjun will be smashed into meatloaf.

But Mo Wentian in front of him, this warrior in the early days of Tianjun, was only slightly injured.

This made the Dark Demon King want to kill Mo Wentian even more.

"Magic Cauldron!"

"Come again!"

With a cold shout, in the void, the Dark Demon King raised the magic cauldron again and threw it towards Mo Wentian.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Boundary-breaking sword!"

Mo Wentian shouted angrily, and the Heaven Devouring Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands again.

In the next moment, following the strike of the boundary-breaking sword, the void was directly shattered, and endless turbulent streams of void rolled out.

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

"Tianjun actually played the power of Tianjun's peak in the early stage, this..."

"terrible!"

...

The figures not far away couldn't help sighing when they saw the terrifying sword.