Chapter 172: Lock Sword Rope

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"Buzz ..."
Mo Wentian only felt a strong power to restrain himself. The next moment, Mo Wentian lost all control of the body.
"wave……"
As if something was broken open, a sense of weightlessness came, and Mo Wentian quickly ran Chihiro, leaving his figure steady on the ground.
"Good suppression ..."
Landing on the ground, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.
As he entered the Dragon Temple, Mo Wentian seemed to feel that a vast mountain was suppressing himself.
"Big array!"
Nana whispered in his mouth, Mo Wentian looked around.
There is a small courtyard around, the courtyard is extremely quiet, and yellow leaves fall from the ancient trees of Xiaose ...
"At least this dragon temple is also an emperor!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and inside it became a small world. Compared with the Blood Demon Hall, this Dragon Temple was countless times more powerful.
"bump!"
When Mo Wutian was observing the surroundings, a violent vibration suddenly came. Mo Wutian turned his head to look, his face suddenly turned black.
"the host……"
A sound of surprise sounded, saw the funeral monkey rising from the ground, and quickly came towards Mowentian.
"Mo Wentian ..."
The funeral monkey just dropped, and for a moment, a shadow appeared and fell gently on the ground.
"Hong Jiao!"
There was a faint light in Mo Wentian's eyes.
In front of Hong Jiao, at least ...
Sword Emperor with more than three turns, and still ...
The killer in the sword king!
"Shang Yunmo didn't come ..."
Seems to remember something, Mo Wentian frowned suddenly.
"Boy, the people in the Shangyun family will not die easily, you still take care of yourself!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Hong Jiao said coldly and proudly.
"Take care of myself?"
Mo Wentian gave Hongjiao a faint glance, and then said indifferently: "Someone came in together, that is teammate. If you don't want to wait, you can go first!"
"you……"
Hongjiao was angry.
Then he said coldly, "Boy, the danger in this dragon temple is extremely high, you'd better not involve me!"
"Involved with you ..."
Mo Wentian dismissed a smile, this woman is too self-righteous.
Although Hong Jiao's strength is good, he never asks God, he hasn't paid attention to it yet.
The strength of the four-turn sword emperor, regardless of whether he asked the sky or buried the sky monkey, was not afraid of Hongjiao.
"Bury sky monkeys, look around!"
Ignoring Hong Jiao, Mo asked Tianchao funeral Monkey, and then sat down cross-legged.
"Boy, if not only the power of your soul can win the seven swords forbidden art, otherwise would my red Jiao follow you ..."
Hong Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, her eyes flashed.
She is Tian Tian ’s peerless Tianjiao. Even if the Emperor of the Four Swords is in Zhongzhou, that ’s not bad. Mo Wentian, a peak swordsman, naturally did n’t take her eyes.
A quarter of an hour, passed slowly.
"What happened to Yunmo?"
Mo Wentian opened his eyes, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Boy, these seven swords are forbidden in the center of the Dragon Temple. If you don't go again, these seven swords forbidden will fall into the hands of others!"
Hong Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, and said arrogantly.
"Seven Swords Forbidden ..."
Mo Wentian flashed light in his eyes, then frowned and asked, "Where are we now?"
"Oblique the master, this small courtyard is called the sleepy sword courtyard!"
The funeral monkey stood in front of Mo Wentian and said respectfully.
"The sleepy sword courtyard!"
Mo Wentian's body shook, and then it seemed to remember something, a smile of evil, suddenly spread from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
"The sleepy sword courtyard, the dragon temple of the dragon empire, it turned out to be it ..."
Mo Wentian took a deep breath.
Mo Wentian is no stranger to the Dragon God Sword Emperor, the peerless sword emperor of the Dragon God Empire.
At the beginning, and Mo Wentian, also studied.
"The most precious thing in the sleepy sword courtyard is the locked sword rope in the sleepy sword array. Although this locked sword rope is only a top-quality imperial weapon, it can trap even ordinary imperial weapons!"
Mo Wentian's eyes lightened slightly.
"Boy, when are you leaving?"
Seeing Mo Wentian has been inactive, Hong Jiao could not help but finally stood up and asked coldly.
"When will you leave?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, and then said lightly, "Wait another hour!"
"An hour!"
Hong Jiao's face changed slightly.
"Boy ..."
"Isn't Red telling you that you want to be respectful to the Emperor?"
As Hongjiao was about to say something again, Mo Wentian turned his head suddenly. Among those cold eyes, there was a chill and awe-inspiring!
"Respectfully ..."
In the eyes of Hongjiao, the coldness skyrocketed. When she was outside of the imperial realm, Hongyi did command her ...
You must not offend the sky!
"This boy, why is the power of the soul so terrible. If it were not for his power, I would have killed him ..."
The cold flickered in Hong Jiao's eyes, but she didn't speak anymore.
"Master, this woman hates it!"
The funeral monkey stood beside Mo Wentian, and said with a ferocious look.
"hate!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Immediately said: "Let me in!"
"Go in?"
The burial monkey was a little stunned.
Then he asked Tian Mo quickly: "Master, we have all entered these rooms, these rooms are empty, there is nothing in them!"
"Have been all ..."
Mo Wentian gave Hongjiao a slight glance.
"go!"
Smiling indifferently, Mo Wentian turned and walked towards a room.
"This kid is ridiculous. I have checked these rooms a long time ago. If there is anything, would he leave it to him!"
Watching Mo Wentian enter the room, Hongjiao's eyes were full of disdain.
In the room.
"Master, there is nothing here ..."
"Really do not have?"
Mo Wentian looked at the burial monkey, and his eyes were slightly miserable.
"Little monkey, there are things you can't just look at. What you see is not necessarily true ..."
With a chuckle, Mo Wentian went to each room and started searching.
"What you see is not necessarily true?"
The burial sky monkey stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up, and started to check with Mo Wentian.
The entire courtyard, a total of nine rooms!
In each room, the furnishings are exactly the same. If it weren't for Mo Wentian going in from room to room, even Mo Wutian started to suspect that he had entered the same room.
until……
The last room!
"Master, are we ..."
"and many more……"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's pupils suddenly shrank, and then she sighed coldly: "Back!"
"the host……"
"boom……"
The burial sky monkey has not returned to the gods yet. The next moment, a tremendous mysterious power suddenly spread out of the room.
"Brush it ..."
Three sword qi, lightning-like Chaomo asked God to kill.
"Fire Dragon Sword!"
In the hands of Mo Wentian, the fire dragon sword appeared.
"Buzz ..."
At the moment when the Fire Dragon Sword appeared, Mo Wentian just felt a flash before his eyes. The next moment, a golden rope suddenly appeared in the void, about three feet from the rope, and mysterious runes spread all over the rope.
"Lock the sword rope!"
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, and he saw the golden rope, rushing towards the fire dragon sword in the palm of Mo Wentian's palm.
"Master ..." When the golden rope rushed, the face of the burial monkey changed greatly.