Chapter 1093

"Boy, it's ridiculous to want me to submit to you, a little mole ant in the middle of the heavenly king!"

"Tianniu sword formula: cut!"

Mo Wentian's arrogant voice came, and Yuan Po's eyes were terrifying.

With a cold drink, holding the double swords of longicorn, he chopped at Mo Wentian again.

"Old bastard, you really don't give up until you reach the Yellow River!"

"Dragon fist!"

Looking at Yuan Po's sword cutting again, Mo Wentian's eyes shrunk slightly.

In the void, nine don't ask the sky for an instant punch.

"Ho ho..."

With Mo Wentian's fist, it seems that an ancient peerless dragon roared out of Mo Wentian's fist.

That rolling fist strength, but also vast, from a distance, terrible boundless.

"Boy, my tianniu double swords, but a king level perfect artifact, you should directly punch to block!"

"You are looking for death!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's fist to greet him, Yuan Po instantly burst into laughter.

It was like hearing the funniest joke of the time.

"Hahahaha... Does this boy think he can stop the LORD with his fist!"

"I look at the boy, today is going to die in his arrogant death!"

"You deserve to die for being so arrogant!"

"Under the sword of the city Lord, I'm afraid this boy can't even escape!"

……

Listening to Yuan Po's wild laughter, countless martial artists also laughed.

Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of disdain.

"Qiang Qiang..."

"Bang..."

The next moment, in the void, nine don't ask the sky, nine directions, towards yuan Po bang.

"Not good!"

"This is a part of that boy!"

Yuan Po cut off with a sword, and saw the figure of Mo Wentian in the void, instantly scattered.

In an instant, a bad feeling rose in yuanpo's heart.

Just cut to a part of Mo Wentian, in the void, there are eight Mo Wentian, blowing at themselves.

Yuan Po was slightly stunned, and quickly blocked the tianniu double swords in front of him.

But how can two longicorn double swords stop eight Mo Wentian.

"Old bastard, how about it?"

"The emperor has already reminded you not to make unnecessary struggles!"

"Taste the dragon fist of the emperor!"

The cold voice sounded, and a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Looking at Yuan Po, don't ask the sky. The corners of your mouth were slightly raised, and a evil smile spread instantly.

"Bang..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. Eight Mo Wentian came directly towards yuan Po.

There is no doubt that Yuan Po's body directly flew backwards.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood spat out from Yuan Po's mouth.

"The city Lord was defeated! The city Lord was defeated by this boy!"

"How can this be possible? Isn't this boy's cultivation in the middle of the heavenly king?"

"How can this boy be so strong?"

"Lord, can't you really fight this boy?"

"The city Lord can't fight him. Who else can fight him in juancheng?"

……

Watching yuan Po fly out upside down, countless warriors were stunned and came back to their senses.

Looking at Mo Wentian, figures, eyes full of surprise.

"Boy, you..."

"How can you be so strong?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were full of surprise.

You know, don't ask the cultivation of heaven, but the middle of the king of heaven, and he is the strong man of the king of heaven's perfection.

He thought that even if he couldn't stop Mo Wentian's eight separate bodies, he couldn't be injured with his physique.

But what he didn't know was that Mo Wentian's punch just now showed less than 50% of his strength.

If Mo Wentian Shi showed 80% of his power, he might have become a dead body.

"Old bastard, you are really a frog at the bottom of a well. The power of this emperor is only 45% of that!"

"You feel that the emperor is strong. If the emperor shows 70% or 80%, then don't you want to kneel down and worship the emperor?"

Don't ask the sky, looking at Yuan Po, his face is full of evil laughter and a cold and arrogant way.

"But 45%?"

"This is impossible?"

"No, boy, you hide your cultivation!"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. Yuan Po's eyes flashed a cold light.

The next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, he said coldly.

"Hide accomplishments?"

"Old bastard, this emperor is the Middle Kingdom of the king of heaven!"

Hearing the speech, don't ask the evil smile raised by the corners of the mouth, which became more and more rich.

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of contempt.

"Boss, what do you say to this old bastard? Just kill him!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed, looking at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"This old bastard, it's still useful to keep it!"

Don't ask the depths of heaven's eyes, flashed a touch of complex eyes, deep way.

"Is it still useful to keep it?"

"Boss, this old bastard's cultivation, but the realm of the king of heaven's perfection, we eat the kingdom of God, now we don't lack such a chicken rib king of heaven's perfection warrior!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao was full of doubts in his heart. He frowned slightly and asked.

"The kingdom of devouring gods does not lack a perfect warrior like him, but this juancheng lacks!"

It seems to think of something, don't ask the eyes of the sky, flashed a cold light, cold voice way.

"Boss, I understand!"

"Are you going to keep this old bastard until we take over juancheng and let this old bastard take care of it?"

Hearing the words, Xiao Jiao instantly understood. Looking at Mo Wentian, a bright light rose in his eyes.

"That's right!"

"If you accept juancheng, it naturally needs our people to manage it!"

Mo asked Heaven and nodded, with a slight grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"Old bastard, the emperor will give you another chance!"

"Surrender or die!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at Yuan Po. The fir tree in his eyes was endless, and he shouted coldly.

"Boy, if you want me to surrender, you need to have this strength!"

"Fight again!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stood up.

Somehow, looking at Mo Wentian, he seemed to see his future in the middle of the king of heaven.

What's more, his heart was a little loose, and he had an idea to surrender to Mo Wentian.

However, the next moment, it occurred to me that he was the Lord of juancheng. If he was so surrendered, don't ask heaven, where was his dignity?

"Old bastard, you haven't given up!"

"If you want to fight the emperor, you will play with you again!"

Smelling the words, looking at Yuan Po, don't ask the corners of heaven's mouth with a slight grin, sneering.