Chapter 905 Shameless Ice Patriarch

"Pity!"

Mo Wentian looked at Patriarch Bing and shook his head slightly, with a look of regret in his eyes.

He wanted to subdue the Bing Patriarch, but if the Bing Patriarch didn't submit, he wouldn't be to blame.

A person who cannot be used by him, Mo Wentian has no intention of leaving Patriarch Bing behind.

If a strong man in the realm of heavenly kings cannot submit to him, then it is better to behead and devour him.

"Frozen Sword!"

"kill!"

Suddenly, Patriarch Bing looked at Mo Wentian, the murderous intent in his eyes instantly shot up, and a cold voice sounded.

A killing air swept towards Mo Wentian.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword!"

"Boundary-breaking sword!"

"die!"

At this moment, looking at the Bing Patriarch who was beheading towards him, a cold voice sounded.

Looking at Patriarch Bing, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a terrifying killing intent.

The next moment, I saw the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword sweeping out from Mo Wentian's hand.

"Boom..."

Following Mo Wentian's sword strike, the void was directly shattered wherever the sword energy passed.

Terrible power, crazily spread towards the void.

From the crack in the void, endless void turbulence rolled out.

From a distance, it is terrifying.

"It's so powerful. I originally thought that Mo Wentian's own strength was not strong. The reason why he was able to kill Patriarch Huo was due to the roulette in his hand. Already!"

"The power of this sword is comparable to that of an ordinary late-stage Heavenly King!"

"Tianjun is consummated, displaying the power of the later stage of the king, this is simply a monster!"

"terrible!"

...

Looking at the terrifying sword of the void, the eyes of countless warriors were full of impressive expressions.

"Boss, be careful!"

At this moment, Huantian's worried voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Don't worry, just relying on his move, he still can't kill me!"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly.

"Boy, go to hell!"

The next moment, Patriarch Bing let out a cold shout, and the Frozen Sword in his hand was directly slashing towards Mo Wentian.

"Old bastard, your move is too weak!"

A cold and arrogant voice sounded, and a sinister smile rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Clang clang..."

There was the sound of metal clashing. The two divine swords collided directly, sparking dazzling sparks.

"uh-huh……"

The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a muffled snort, and traces of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His face became even paler.

"A fighter who cultivates the power of ice is really strong!"

Na na murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably bright light.

Although the aura on this Patriarch Bing's body was a little worse than that of Patriarch Huo before him, the strength he displayed was not much worse than Patriarch Huo's.

Although Mo Wentian blocked this move of the Frozen Sword with the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, the domineering power of the Frozen Sword invaded Mo Wentian's body.

If it wasn't for Mo Wentian's terrifying physique, the frozen power would have been enough to make Mo Wentian lose his fighting power.

"Boy, you know how powerful I am!"

"This ancestor gives you a chance to bring all your dogs and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy, and this ancestor will show mercy and spare you!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Patriarch Bing's eyes flickered with coldness.

If Mo Wentian knelt on the ground and begged him for mercy, it would be more enjoyable for him than beheading Mo Wentian.

It is absolutely sour to let a famous figure in the ancient ruins kneel down to him and beg for mercy.

"Forgive me not to die?"

Hearing this, the arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.

Don't ask the sky, when will he need to beg for mercy from others!

The Bing Patriarch in front of him is simply ridiculous. A little Heavenly King in the late stage wants to make him surrender. This is simply a dream!

"ah……"

At this moment, in the void, an extremely tragic voice came.

Following the sound, Mo Wentian looked towards the void, and saw in the endless void, an old man wrapped up in the body of a hundred-foot-sized dragon, and came straight towards Mo Wentian.

In just a few breaths, the hundred-foot-long dragon directly threw the old man down from the void.

"boom……"

A figure fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the place.

"What fell into the void just now?"

"Looks like a figure?"

"Not good, is it the Great Elder?"

"It was the divine dragon that threw the Great Elder down!"

"Impossible? The Great Elder is a strong man in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, and this little snake is only in the early stage of the Heavenly King. How could he beat the Great Elder?"

...

As the body of the Great Elder fell to the ground, everyone came back to their senses, and their eyes were full of words.

"Boss, mission accomplished!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the corner of Xiaojiao's mouth slightly raised, and said in a deep voice.

"Little Jiao, you've worked hard!"

"This old bastard, you take care of it for me first, and I will deal with this old bastard first!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a hint of cold light in his eyes.

"Boss, don't worry!"

Xiao Jiao quickly answered, her voice was extremely hearty.

"Ice Patriarch, save me!"

"Help me!"

At this moment, Lu Yuan, the Great Elder of the Demon Race, looked at the Bing Patriarch not far away, and frantically begged for mercy.

"In front of this emperor, do you still want to ask for mercy?"

A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and then he stepped forward and appeared directly in front of Lu Yuan.

Looking at Lu Yuan, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, and said coldly.

"Mo Wentian, the bet is between you and me, you let Lu Yuan go!"

Seemingly remembering something, Patriarch Bing looked at Mo Wentian, with a glint in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"The bet is your bet, that's right!"

"Then the battle between my monster and your running dog Lu Yuan is their business, and it's not your business!"

Hearing this, the arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.

But Mo Wentian looked at Patriarch Bing not far away, but his eyes were full of disdain.

"Boy, you..."

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Patriarch Bing was about to explode.

But it was always his fault, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Old miscellaneous, this emperor will give you another chance!"

"Surrender, or die!"

Mo Wentian looked at Patriarch Bing, with a flash of coldness in his eyes, and said coldly again.

"You killed so many strong men in my demon race, I will never submit to you!"

Bing Patriarch glanced around and saw that the figures were all staring at him, as if for the sake of face, his voice was full of sonorous force.

"Not surrender?"

"Then die!"

Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he said coldly.