Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 800 Physical Damage

"This is Yan Lei Sword. His elder elder has an artifact of the early king level!"

"His strength has already reached the late days of Tianjun, plus this Yan Thunder sword, can the ancestors block it?"

"Ask Brother Tian ..."

"Boss ..."

...

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

Although Mo Wentian ordered them to leave, at this moment the excalibur in their hands was clenched, as if they were ready to shoot at any time.

"Yan Thunder Sword?"

"Well, it's worse!"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly. In his eyes, he even had a little bit of concealment.

The property of Yan Lei, coupled with the enough attack power of the sword, Deng Tian in front of him is a bit scarier than the previous combat power.

"A little worse?"

"Boy, then I'll let you know how powerful my Yan Thunder Sword is!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, a touch of cold Jianmang burst out.

The next moment, I saw Deng Tian step forward, his body, with an extremely terrible sword air.

"Booming ..."

The whole world seemed to be shaking.

In the endless void, Deng Tian proudly stood.

That figure, like a supreme excalibur, was so sharp that it looked terrifying from a distance.

"Old miscellaneous, what nonsense!"

"I don't know if your Yan Leijian is great, but I know you're going to die here today!"

Leng Ao's voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were terrible.

"Sword comes!"

"Bite your sword!"

"The sword is breaking!"

With a cold drink, Mo asked to take a step forward in the sky, and took the lead.

The Devouring Sword of God trembled in Mo Wentian's hands, and all the terrible sword spirits came out wantonly, beheading Deng Tian.

"Buzz ..."

The emptiness smashed directly, and the endless turbulence raged out.

"It's another sword of garbage, just because you want to kill Elder Ben?"

"It's ridiculous!"

Deng Tian's eyes were full of disdain looking at the sword qi from the void.

Although the power of Mo Wentian is comparable to Tianjun's mid-term situation, this is nothing more than a irritating sword to Deng Tian.

"ridiculous?"

"Old dog, you will cry!"

Looking at Deng Tian's disdainful eyes, a whimsical arc radiated from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was extremely cold.

Although this old man's cultivation has reached the late days of Tianjun, there are king-level artifacts to help.

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

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Yan Lei Jian Jue!"

"kill!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, the intention to kill suddenly skyrocketed.

Then a sword greeted Mo Motian.

With Deng Tian's shot, in the void, Lei Yun was rolling. The next moment, a terrible thunder blasted. The whole world, Yan Lei's sword was wanton.

The terrible sword gas, with the power of destruction rolling, is terrible.

"dead!"

The cold voice sounded, and Deng Tianyi sword fell directly towards Mo Wentian.

"boom……"

The smashing of the void, the terrible Yan Thunder sword, burst out a hundred feet of terrible Jianmang.

"Zi Di Jun Shen!"

"Hmm ..."

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

Mo Wentian's sword qi dissipated out of thin air and devoured the sword of heaven. I don't know when it will disappear into my hands.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian's mouth spurted blood.

The terrible Yan Lei Jian Qi entered the body of Mo Wentian madly, violently destroying Mo Wentian's body.

If it wasn't for Mo Wutian's terrible Zidi monarch, that demon elder Deng Tian's sword would be enough to make Mo Wutian lose his combat power.

"This boy, can he even block my Yan Lei sword?"

"I am afraid that this body is a little stronger than the strong man in Tianjun's later period!"

"It's a pity, boy, you met me today, you must die!"

In Deng Tian's eyes, the intention of killing was terrible.

It was blocked again by Mo Wentian.

"Yan Lei Jian Jue!"

"Destroyed!"

The elder Deng Tianrong gave a cold drink, and saw him hit a sword.

The next moment, Deng Tian's body, innumerable Yan Lei Jian Qi madly wanton.

"Late of Heaven ..."

"It's still too strong!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

The Emperor Zidi's body reached completion, devouring the king-level peak artifact and Tianshi elixir. Do not ask Tian to fight the old man again, not to mention killing the old man with a sword, at least it will hurt him.

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

"I want to compete with Tianjun!"

"My cultivation must be promoted to Heavenly King!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed coldly.

But looking at the terrible sword that beheaded him, Mo Wentian had no choice at all.

"Bite your sword!"

"Breaking the sword!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian shot a sword.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's breath soared instantly, and a sharp and boundless breath spread from Mo Wentian's body.

"Boy, how can you show the mighty power of Tianjun?"

In Deng Tian's eyes, a striking look rose.

"What about the power of Tianjun to be exhibited?"

"Yan Lei Sword is in hand. The elder's power is now comparable to the peak of the heavenly monarch. Boy, you are far from trying to kill me!"

The next moment, it seemed to remember something. Deng Tian's look changed instantly, sneer.

"Old dog, die!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered endlessly, and his voice was cold and proud.

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

In Deng Tian's eyes, the killing intention skyrocketed.

The eyes that looked at Mo Wentian seemed to be stripped of Mo Wen's instinct.

"Destroyed!"

"kill!"

"Buzz ..."

The emptiness of the sword qi swept madly towards Mo Wentian, and the emptiness outside the city of heaven, at this moment, ripped a terrible sorrow.

The endless flames of Yan Lei's sword seemed to tear Mo into the sky and shatter them.

"not good!"

"not good!"

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

"Can the emperor block it?"

...

Beyond thousands of feet, the look of Chixiao and others suddenly changed.

"boom……"

The violent collision came again.

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

"puff……"

Mo Wentian's mouth, the slightest blood spilled out.

"Emperor!"

"Ask Brother Tian ..."

"Old ancestor ..."

...

The figures looked at the void, their eyes were full of eyes.

"Dead, boy, when you die, this elder will treat your Jiuyou disciples well!"

A cold voice came, and the terrible sword in the void struck again towards Mo Wentian.

"Huh ..."

All the sword spirits were wanton, and Mo Wentian's blood was overflowing again.

He clearly felt that this terrible sword spirit was attacking his body wantonly.

The Emperor Zidi shivered fiercely at this moment.