Chapter 1092: Yuan break shot

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Chapter 1092 Yuan Breaks Out
"somebody is coming?"
"Well, it's really time to come!"
Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes, a touch of cold mang rose.
"who is it?"
"Who killed my source?"
Suddenly, outside the inn, a middle-aged man stepped in and shouted coldly.
"Master City Lord, it is Lord City Master here!"
"Master City Lord is here, this kid is going to die here!"
"Yes, even if this boy is even stronger, but his cultivation is not in the mid-term state of Heaven, he cannot be the opponent of the Lord of the City!
"The kid's talent is really good, but he is too arrogant. He died in the hands of the Lord of the City today.
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Watching the middle-aged man appear, the inn boiled instantly.
The disciples of Wucheng straightened their loins instantly, and their eyes were full of pride.
"Boss, this old miscellaneous practice is about to break into the early state of the emperor!"
At this moment, Xiao Yan looked at Mo Wentian, Shen Sheng said.
"It's just ants!"
The cold voice sounded, and Mo Mantian's eyes flickered endlessly.
"Who killed my source?"
"Some kind of stand up for me!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man glanced coldly at the inn, sulking coldly.
Finally, his eyes fell on Mo Wentian's body.
"Old miscellaneous, don't watch, that little miscellaneous was beheaded by the emperor!"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, he felt cold, took a step forward, said coldly.
That look is a little bit more arrogant than the city master who came to Xingshi to confess his sin.
"Boy, are you?"
"Did you kill my source?"
"How is this possible? Your cultivation is not in the mid-term state of Uranus, but my source is a strong man who is about to break into Uranus's perfection. How could you possibly kill him?"
Watching Mo Wentian stood up, the middle-aged man was stunned and turned back, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of suspense.
Mo Wentian in front of him, no matter how he explores, Mo Wentian's cultivation is just the mid-term state of the King of Heaven.
Although the mid-day king and the peak of the king are only the difference between the two small realms, there is a big difference in strength.
He didn't believe it. The Mo Wutian in front of him could kill his nephew Yuanyuan.
"Hui ... Master Huihui, really ... this kid really killed Master Yuanyuan!"
"It's not just Master Yuanyuan. He just killed Brother Yuanjun just now!"
At this moment, the shop junior even came to the middle-aged man next to him, shaking his voice.
"what?"
"He really killed my source, and not only did he kill my source, but also Yuan Yuan?"
Listening to Dian Xiaoer's remarks, the eyes of the owner of Wucheng City opened wide instantly, and his murderousness quickly rose sharply.
The eyes that looked at Mo Wutian were full of murderous intentions. If the eyes could kill people, the city's owner might have killed Mo Wutian thousands of times.
"Old miscellaneous, isn't that strange?"
"Not only them, you will die in the hands of Bendi today!"
Mo Wentian looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes were full of contempt, the corners of his mouth were slightly grinned, and a wicked smile spread out.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"I must kill you today!"
I heard that the killing intention in Yuancheng ’s city, Yuan Yuan ’s eyes, suddenly skyrocketed, and his breath quickly increased.
"kill me?"
"Old miscellaneous. Today, the Emperor is in a good mood. Give you a chance to surrender to the Emperor. The Emperor can spare you a life!"
Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian sneered.
The next moment, what seemed to be remembered, Mo Wentian's eyes glanced over the refined light.
"What did the boy say? Want the Lord Lord to surrender to him?"
"The Lord of the City is a complete power of the Emperor, even if it is only one step away from the early days of the Emperor. He even arrogantly asked the Lord of the City to submit to him? It is ridiculous!"
"I look at this boy, he must die in the hands of the Lord of the City today!"
"In the middle of Little King, no matter how strong he is, he will not be the opponent of the Lord!"
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Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, the inn instantly exploded.
"Boy, you really are breathing when you say you're fat!"
"I also want the main lord of this city to obey you, I think you are dreaming in the day!"
"Swords of Heavenly Bull!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were terrible.
With a cold drink, two divine swords appeared in his hands.
With the appearance of the two divine swords, Yuan's breath exploded again, and the rolling sword Yuanli emerged violently.
"King's perfect artifact, not bad!"
"Take it back for Chixiao, it should be fine!"
Mo Wentian looked at the two swords in Yuan Po's hands, and his eyes instantly rose with a dazzling light.
"Boy, let's die!"
At this moment, an extremely cold voice sounded.
I saw Yuan Po holding the Tianniu Sword and beheaded directly towards Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian looked at this scene, but there was no slight wave on his face, and his body was standing still.
What's more, Mo Wentian closed his eyes.
This seemingly indifferent, did not seem to look at Yuan Yuan who was beheaded towards himself in the slightest.
"This kid is standing still, is he waiting for death?"
"I think this kid must have been frightened by the terrible power of the Lord!"
"Hahaha ... It turned out to be a paper tiger, bullying and afraid of being tough. In the presence of the Lord of the City, he couldn't even move!"
"This boy seems dead!"
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Watching Mo Wentian stood in place, and closed his eyes, the inn, including the second-ranked shop Xiao Er, laughed wildly.
As if they were seeing something funny at the moment.
"Old miscellaneous, want to kill me, then you have to have this ability!"
"Shadow mystery!"
When Yuan Po's two swords were to be cut on Mo Wentian's head, Mo Wentian opened his eyes, his figure flickered, and in the void, nine identical Mo Wentians appeared instantly.
Nine Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, and the corners of his mouth were filled with evil smiles.
"Boy, how dare you lie to me!"
"I must kill you!"
A sword fell through, Yuan Yuan's heart was terrible.
Without the slightest hesitation, a sword shot again, beheaded towards nine Mowentian in the void.
"Old miscellaneous, don't bother, Bendi gives you another chance, obediently obey Bendi!"
Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, who was beheading himself again, and a flash of cold mang flashed in his eyes.