Chapter 815

The look of Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian was also slightly dignified.

The five members of the demon clan in front of them have reached the mid-term of Tianjun, and they are still martial artists who have stayed in the mid-term of Tianjun for a long time. For them, it only takes a chance to break through to the late stage of Tianjun.

Such a strong man can be compared with the late emperor of heaven.

And Xiao Jiao and Wu Jingfeng, Wu Sheng's cultivation, are in the early days of the emperor.

They can fight the enemy, which is at most the warrior in the middle of the emperor.

If we start a war here now, the most vulnerable party must be mo Wentian.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a slightly dignified voice.

"What should I do?"

Don't ask the sky, the corners of your mouth slightly raised, and then said with a smile.

"What else can we do? Others have killed us. Of course, we should kill them back!"

Don't ask the sky. Looking at the five people in front of you, a cold light rose in your eyes.

"Kill back?"

Xiao Jiao and others looked slightly stunned, and Wu Sheng and Wu Jingfeng looked at Mo Wentian with consternation on their faces.

These five men are not ordinary strong men in the middle of the emperor. The combined combat power of the five men is definitely beyond the existence of the late emperor.

"Xiao Jiao, the one on the left is for you, Wu Sheng, Wu Jingfeng, the two on the right are for you, and the remaining two are for me!"

"As for magic sky..."

Mo Wentian looked at Huan Tian and shook his head slightly.

"Enter the sky and stay well!"

Magic heaven's cultivation has not yet broken through, and its cultivation is not very strong. Not to mention, let magic heaven enter the pavilion of asking heaven, don't ask heaven for other greater uses.

Now I'm only meeting the smallest minion.

"Stay in the heaven asking Pavilion, boss, I..."

Huan Tian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.

In front of the five people, if magic day relies on his strength to fight, he really can't fight any of them.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and then his figure flashed, disappeared in situ, and appeared in the pavilion of asking heaven again.

"Xiao Jiao, kill!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian suddenly stepped forward and punched out directly.

"Kill!"

The murderous spirit in Xiao Jiao's eyes also soared, and his figure instantly changed from a snake into a jumping dragon, standing proudly in the void and rolling with authority.

"How dare you fight and die?"

The eyes of the five demon clan disciples were full of consternation.

Then it seemed to think of something, with a gloomy face.

"Boy, if you enter Jiuyou cave, it's really not so easy to kill you, but now you dare to take the initiative to fight, which is simply looking for death!"

The five demon kings, the strong ones in the middle stage, have murderous eyes.

"Really?"

Don't ask the sky. The corners of your mouth are slightly raised, sneering loudly.

Wu Zhe in the middle of the five Heavenly Kings is really strong, but if you want to kill Mo Wentian, it's not a little worse.

"Look at your grandpa Xiaojiao, my dragon wagging its tail!"

Xiao Jiao's angry voice came. In the void, Xiao Jiao flashed, and his huge tail was directly thrown at the leftmost demon disciple.

The boundless power shook the void.

At this moment, the breath on Xiaojiao's body suddenly soared, reaching the terrifying middle stage of the emperor.

"This little reptile is actually a dragon!"

"The Tianlong hid his cultivation, and the momentum of his tail was as powerful as the mid-term state of the emperor."

"It seems that not all the ants in the Jiuyou clan are mole ants!"

"What about the mid-term of Tianjun? If you meet me, Fan Jin, you will still die!"

……

Looking at the small Jiao standing proudly in the void, the five people were slightly surprised.

"Purple sword!"

"Kill!"

The next moment, the middle-aged man on the far left saw the small Jiao Shuzhang's tail swing towards him, and a sword directly greeted him.

The sword glowed purple, and looked terrible from a distance.

"Kill!"

One person and one dragon fought together in an instant, and the terrible sword Qi and rolling dragon power came out violently.

In front of the whole Jiuyou grottoes, there was a mess in an instant.

"Boy, you should die too!"

At this time, two other middle-aged men instantly pestered Mo Wentian.

"Wuxu Ding!

"Death!"

With one of the middle-aged men roaring, a mysterious cauldron appeared in the void.

On the ancient tripod, the power is rolling, and from a distance, it is terrifying.

In the next moment, the middle-aged man, holding the ancient tripod in one hand, came directly towards Mo Wentian.

The terrible momentum, even the surrounding void, all shook up.

"Boom..."

Gu Ding and Mo Wentian's fists collided. Mo Wentian only felt as if there was a hill pressing on him.

If it weren't for Mo Wentian's terrible physique, I'm afraid that other ordinary martial artists would be directly crushed by this tripod.

"In the middle of the emperor of heaven, this momentum is good!"

Don't ask the eyes of the sky, rise a touch of cold and incomparable cold.

This man, who knew that his qualification was not high, even put all his thoughts on this martial art.

The prestige of this ancient tripod has gone beyond the middle period of Tianjun and reached the prestige of the late period of Tianjun.

"You stopped it?"

Seeing Mo Wentian blocking his tripod, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and then his hands played out one by one.

Yiding suppressed Mo Wentian again.

"Wuxu Ding: shock all sides!"

"Suppress it!"

The man roared repeatedly. As the man's tripod fell, the surrounding space seemed to solidify. The pressure instantly doubled and came frantically towards Mo Wentian.

"How powerful!"

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dignified color rose on his face.

Mo Wentian thought it would be easy to solve these old guys in front of him.

So he didn't even want to take out the heaven devouring sword, but he didn't expect that the strength of these old guys exceeded his expectations.

"Back!"

With a cold drink, don't ask the body of heaven, and retreat towards the back like lightning.

However, in the process of retreating, Mo Wentian's hand didn't stop, playing one by one, and then a punch greeted him.

"Bang Bang..."

One punch and one tripod collided violently in the void.

With every impact, Mo Wentian felt his body as if it were being hit by a hill.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth. Don't ask the sky's body, instantly distancing yourself from the man.

"What a strong boy!"

Two middle-aged men looked at Mo Wentian, and their eyes were shocked.

Both of them are the strong ones in the middle of the emperor, playing out the strength in the later period of the emperor, while Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the early period of the emperor.

But it was the warrior in the middle of the emperor who stopped them both.

Moreover, although the two of them were not injured on the surface, in fact, their bodies had been injured internally, just because of face, they didn't appear.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Looking at Mo Wentian retreating, Xiao Jiao's slightly worried voice came.