Chapter 839: War deterrence

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Chapter 839: War Deterrence
"Okay, boss, then be careful!"
Xiaoxiong looked at Mo Wentian, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she cried.
Immediately, the figure flashed into the Wentian Pavilion.
Looking at Xiao Xi's figure disappeared, Mo Wentian's eyes also rose a bright light.
Now that the phantom fruit is in hand, if the magical sky is a breakthrough in refining and refining, then it will be easy to imitate the appearance of the king of heaven.
Even if he can't beat the Dark Lord in front of him, there is still magical sky!
"Is that the legendary phantom fruit?"
"Did the Dark Devil give the phantom fruit to Mo Wentian?"
"Whatever he gave him, could he still be refined, and wait for the Dark Lord to kill him? The phantom fruit is not his yet!"
...
Seeing that the Dark Lord really gave the magic fruit to Mo Wentian, everyone was shocked.
"Boy, you are already in the arms of Phantom Fruit, isn't it time to take the king's battle!"
The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wentian, and the killing intention in his eyes skyrocketed.
Although the practice of the Dark Lord has reached the perfect condition of the Heavenly King, his state of mind is really too bad.
Little did he know that he was stepping into Mo Wentian's trap step by step. Even if he beheaded Mo Wentian, the phantom fruit would never return to his hands.
"Lao Hei, your courage to wait to die is really admirable!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Demon King, his eyes were arrogant and unparalleled, but his words were a little ironic.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"Dead to me!"
With a cold drink, I saw in the void that the body of the Dark Demon King instantly turned into a rolling magic.
The next moment, the billowing magical energy turned into a magic dragon in the void, and directly struck toward Mowentian.
"So strong!"
"Rewind!"
"I don't think Mo Wentian is dead, the Dark Lord is a strong man who is a complete King!"
"Looking here, waiting for the boy to die, we will go back and invite the beastmaster to receive rewards!"
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Each figure looked at the billowing magical qi, and a look of astonishment rose in his eyes.
The warrior who repaired to a lower level directly backed up thousands of feet.
As a good warrior, he stopped in place and looked at the void, his eyes flashed endlessly.
"not good!"
"Tianjun's perfect power is so strong!"
Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly.
At this moment, the breath of the Dark Lord is much stronger than in the cave before.
Needless to say, in the cave just now, the Dark Lord must have hidden his strength.
"Roar ..."
At this moment, the terrible demon dragon roared and struck toward Mowentian.
"Shenlongquan!"
"Little dragon, get out of me!"
Mo Wentian's palms became fists, and Mo Wentian's breath was also skyrocketing at this moment.
With one punch, the demon dragon in the void and the dragon of Mowentian directly collided.
"boom……"
After a violent collision, Mo Wentian's body went back several dozen feet.
"Huh ..."
The next moment, a salty and sweet taste permeated Mo Motian's mouth, and the slightest blood overflowed from Mo Wutian's mouth.
"This kid didn't die?"
"He actually blocked the blow from the Dark Lord?"
"This kid is too wicked!"
...
Looking at the sky standing up, Mo Wentian stood proudly, and everyone was full of suspicion.
You know, Mo Wentian was only Tianjun's early stage, but the Dark Demon King was Tianjun's successful strongman.
The early days of Tianjun and Tianjun are complete, just like the ants and elephants, it is like a cloud of mud.
"Boy, it looks like you're not bad, but you have blocked one of my moves!"
"Quack ..."
The wanton evil laughter rang in the void, and the magic of the void was even more mad.
The next moment, I saw a dark figure, out of the vortex of magic.
That figure, full of magical energy, looked far away, like an ancient demon, terrible.
"Old black, you are good too!"
Looking at the black demon, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed cold.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation was not broken, but after so many warriors in the middle and late stages of Tian Jun, Mo Wentian's physique was enhanced.
But the magic of the Dark Lord has hurt him, and Tianjun's successful strength is really good.
"Boy, let the King kill you quickly, and let my phantom fruit return to me!"
"Quack ..."
The strange laughter came again, and the next moment, the Dark Lord's body exploded directly in the void.
"boom……"
I saw the dark, black ink-like magic engulfing towards Mo Wentian again in that void.
Just a pair, heaven and earth saw, and suddenly fell into darkness.
"So terrible magic!"
"This world is shrouded in magic, the Dark Lord is really terrible!"
"Now I finally know why there are phantom fruits in the pit, and no one has robbed them for tens of thousands of years!"
...
Watching the billowing magic in the void, the sound of discussion came again.
"I want to kill the Emperor!"
"You don't deserve it!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.
The next moment, I saw the Devouring Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.
"Sword of Sky Devouring Sword: Sword Breaking!"
The indifferent voice sounded, and the breath on Mo Wentian's body skyrocketed, and the Devouring Sword was trembling in his hands, as if he was going to shoot next moment.
"Black Magic Palm!"
A cold voice came, and I saw that in the void, the billowing magic quickly gathered.
Less than one breath, it has gathered into a clutch of hundreds of feet in the void.
On the palm of the devil, the magical spirit is immense, and the next moment, he directly oppressed Mo Motian.
"boom……"
A fierce collision came, the billowing magical energy and the vast sword energy collided together.
Mo Wentian's body flew upside down again.
"puff……"
A bite of blood spurted out of Mo Wentian's mouth.
"The kid is blocking it again?"
"Is he really just a warrior in the early days of Tianjun?"
"This kid has betrayed Xiao Yuehen, the young master of the demons and the genius disciple of the demons, how easy would he be!"
"This kid is too wicked!"
...
Looking at Mo Wentian blocking it again, the shadows in the shadows were extremely shocked.
"Boy, how does my Dark Devil Palm taste?"
At this moment, the magic palm in the void turned into a black-faced old man. Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of pride.
"How does it taste?"
"Lao Hei, your black magic palm is really good, but my heavenly sword should also be comfortable?"
Mo Wentian wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and his mouth slightly lifted, watching the phantom of the Dark Demon the size of hundreds of feet, coldly.
"What does this guy mean? Could he still hurt the Dark Lord?"
"This is impossible? Even in the early days of Tianjun, no matter how evil it is, it will not hurt Tianjun's perfection!"
"Yes, I think this kid was snoring, nonsense!"
...
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the crowd boiled instantly.