Chapter 850
"Mo Wentian is too arrogant, Xiao Jinghen is a strong man with the consummation of Tianjun!"
"This kid is not only arrogant, he is simply a monstrous existence!"
"Didn't you hear that the Dark Lord of Tianjun Consummation has already been beheaded by this kid!"
"If the rumor is true, then there will be a good show to watch today!"
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In the dark, the figures watched the terrifying collision in the void, and instantly boiled up.
The bodies of the two also retreated quickly.
"very nice!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an evil smile.
This Xiao Jinghen is indeed the number one genius of the Monster Race, and his strength is indeed good.
Even compared to the Dark Lord, he was a bit stronger.
However, with such strength, if he wanted to kill Mo Wentian, it would be a long way off.
"What a strong physique!"
There was a flash of light in Xiao Jinghen's eyes, and then he said sadly.
"Boy, do you think I won't be able to kill you if you're physically fit?"
"Punch me again!"
"Fire Fist!"
Following Xiao Jinghen's punch, a sky full of flames rose above Xiao Jinghen's head.
At this moment, the aura on his body skyrocketed even more crazily.
"Punch you?"
"You should try my Dragon Fist first!"
Shouting coldly, Mo Wentian punched him and greeted him directly.
But in just one breath, Mo Wentian punched thousands of punches in an instant, the power of the punches billowed, and he directly hit the Fire Fist in the void.
"Boom..."
The violent collision caused Mo Wentian's body to retreat tens of feet.
Xiao Jinghen didn't get any better, he flew upside down.
At this moment, the physical gap between the two was obvious.
Mo Wentian's cultivation has broken through to the fifth level of the Immortal Body, the perfection of Zidi's body, and his physique is enough to be invincible in the realm of Tianjun.
But under Xiao Jinghen's punch, his body retreated tens of feet.
However, Xiao Jinghen's body flew upside down. From this, it can be seen that Mo Wentian's physique is not a bit stronger than that of the first genius of the monster clan.
Although Mo Wentian's current punch could not kill Tianjun to perfection, but the little Tianjun's late-stage or mid-stage martial artist was enough to smash him to pieces with one punch.
"Boy, your cultivation is only at the initial stage of Cai Tianjun, how can your physique be so strong?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jinghen's eyes were full of embarrassment.
"How can this be?"
"Am I not mistaken, the first genius of the Yaozu was actually slandered by Mo Wentian?"
"This kid is scary!"
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Looking at the proudly standing figure in the void, his eyes were filled with astonishment.
"Grandson, come and taste your grandpa Xiaojiao's dragon tail!"
At this moment, not far away, a peerless dragon soared into the sky.
"Ho Ho..."
Roaring sounds resounded throughout the void, and the terrifying power spread even more rapidly.
"This little snake turned out to be a heavenly dragon!"
"Has the power of this Tianlong reached the terrifying late stage of Tianjun?"
"So what if he is a Tianlong? He must not be able to beat that boy from the Yaozu!"
"That's right, the boy from the Yaozu's cultivation is only one step away from the peak of Tianjun!"
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Seeing Xiaojiao standing proudly in the void, everyone's eyes obviously flashed with surprise.
"Little Snake, Nether Sword!"
"cut!"
Xiao Jing looked at Xiao Jiao, with a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.
In his hand, a divine sword gleaming with ghostly power appeared, and the next moment, holding the divine sword in his hand, he directly slashed at Xiaojiao.
"The dragon flicks its tail!"
With a cold shout, Xiaojiao's hundred-foot-long dragon body flashed quickly in the void, and in the next moment, his tail, which was tens of meters long, swung directly towards Xiao Jing.
"Boy, your little snake actually hides his cultivation!"
"But so what if it's Tianjun's late stage, Junior Brother Xiao Jing is about to break through to the peak of Tianjun, and if we meet him, this little snake today seems to be our appetizer without a doubt!"
Xiao Jinghen looked at Mo Wentian with a sneer in his eyes.
"Yeah?"
Mo Wentian grinned.
"Of course, you met me today, Mo Wentian, I can only count you as unlucky!"
"Hahaha……"
Xiao Jinghen laughed wildly as he spoke.
"Unlucky for you!"
"Sword of Devouring Heaven: Sword Breaks the Sky!"
A cold and proud voice sounded, and a divine sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
The Excalibur trembled slightly in Mo Wentian's hands, as if it couldn't wait any longer.
"boom……"
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flickered, and the Heaven Devouring Sword in his hand, at this moment, gave off an incomparably bright light.
In Mo Wentian's dantian, the billowing sword energy surged out!
"Tear..."
With the sound of tearing, the void was directly torn apart.
In the void, even the restriction that was specifically aimed at the Heavenly King and above, couldn't help shaking.
"Bang bang bang..."
There were collision sounds, and the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand drew an incomparably mysterious imprint.
In the next moment, a terrifying and incomparable power came out violently.
"kill!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian went straight to kill Xiao Jinghen.
"Want to kill me?"
"Yan Ding!"
Looking at Mo Wentian who was coming towards him, Xiao Jinghen narrowed his eyes, and a tripod appeared in his hand.
Immediately, he lifted the cauldron above his head, and saw the cauldron soar rapidly, but within a few breaths, it had already soared to the size of a hundred feet.
Around the cauldron, there was even more raging fire, which looked terrifying from afar.
The next moment, I saw him holding a huge cauldron of hundreds of feet, and went directly to suppress Mo Wentian.
Following Xiao Jinghen's strike, Mo Wentian felt as if a mountain was pressing towards him.
That force was terrifying and boundless, as if it wanted to squeeze him into pieces.
"Could this be the legendary Yan Ding?"
"That's right, that's the late king-level artifact, Yan Ding!"
"Xiao Jinghen's cultivation base is only one step away from the Heavenly King, and now that he has Yan Ding in his hand, it seems that this kid Mo Wentian is doomed!"
"That is, no matter how evil Mo Wentian is, it is impossible to stop Xiao Jinghen!"
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Looking at the mighty Yan Ding in the void, everyone looked at Mo Wentian's expression, and couldn't hide a bit of regret.
Mo Wentian was indeed a rare genius, so it was a pity that he died in Xiao Jinghen's hands like this.
But when two tigers fight, one must die, not to mention, Mo Wentian is the one named by the beast master to kill...
"Boss, I quickly dealt with Xiao Jing and came to help you!"
Xiao Jiao also saw the terrifying Yan Ding, his eyes flickered coldly, and a firm voice rang out in Mo Wentian's mind.
"It's not just Xiao Jing, there is no one left from the monster clan!"
Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest liking for the people of the Yaozu.
They wanted to kill him time and time again, and now they delivered it to Mo Wentian's hands, if they killed him, they would kill him.