Chapter 1103: One hundred battles

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Chapter 1103: One Hundred Battles
"no problem!"
"However, the beauty is equal to nothing!"
"Because these ten lots will become the treasure of the Emperor!"
Mo Wentian looked at Mu Ruxue and said with a smile of evil.
The look on his face was light and breezy, but his voice was stern and powerful, and all revealed his confidence.
"is it?"
"It depends on your ability!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed a cold and extremely cold mang, and the voice was extremely cold.
Although Mu Wentian was able to win these ten lots, Mu Ruxue didn't believe it at all.
But for some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, another voice in her heart told her that Mo Wutian would surely win the ten lots.
"Boss, there must be a lot of evil in these ten lots. Will you be too tired if you fight so many people by yourself!"
At this moment, Xiaoxiong looked at Mo Wentian, and there was a worrisome expression in her eyes.
"Too tired?"
"That would make them dare!"
Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile on his face.
"Huayue Commercial Bank now announces that auctions will begin in accordance with the new rules!"
"This first lot is still the amazing dandelion of the amazing macaque!"
"If you have a martial artist, you can stand on the ring!"
Suddenly, it seemed to remember something, a flash of light in Mu Ruxue's eyes, a cold voice.
And as Mu Ruxue's words just fell, countless warriors instantly stood on the ring.
"This boy is so arrogant, we must kill this boy here anyway today!"
"Yes, this kid really doesn't know what kind of people he is, so arrogant!"
"It's better to be careful, but just now I saw this kid killing a warrior on top of the king with a punch!"
"This boy's strength is indeed good, but it is impossible to defeat my Heavenly King's consummation!"
...
All the figures stood together, and across the street, there was only Mo Wentian.
Looking at the opposite Mo Wentian, the figures looked different.
"Don't talk so much nonsense, come and fight!"
Listening to the argument, Mo Wentian just felt very noisy, his eyes narrowed, and he said coldly.
"and many more!"
Just then, the cold voice resounded again.
"Considering that this warrior's cultivation is not in the mid-term situation of the king, for the sake of relative fairness, no more than ten people can fight against him at a time!"
The next moment, without any hesitation, Mu Ruxue said coldly.
"No need to!"
"Come at least one hundred people at a time, otherwise this beheading is too slow!"
As soon as Mu Ruxue's words were finished, Mo Wentian's cold voice sounded.
In his eyes, it was indifferent, and there was no slight fluctuation. It seemed that the hundred warriors at the peak of the Heavenly Kings went together. This was nothing to him.
"A hundred people?"
"Among us, the one with the lowest cultivation is the existence of the peak state of the King of Heaven. Isn't this kid's mind being squeezed by the door?"
"Yeah, isn't there something wrong with this kid's head? He asked us to have one hundred people at a time?"
"Isn't he afraid that we will do it one by one and beat him into meatloaf and grits?"
...
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, countless warriors, sneering in their eyes, instantly talked.
"One hundred people at a time, this kid is really arrogant!"
"I think he must die here today!"
Beside Mu Ruxue, the woman in black flashed cold eyes, and her face was cold.
"He won't die!"
Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed a confident eye, and four words spit out from the cherry's little mouth.
These simple four words, however, exposed her inner thoughts.
"Miss ..."
Looking at the appearance of Mu Ruxue, the woman in black was stunned.
Looking back, her eyes were full of horror, and she couldn't say why. The woman in black obviously felt that she was extremely cold, and the lady who had always sneered at men was slightly different.
"Buzz ..."
Suddenly, above the platform, Mo Wentian's figure flickered, and he directly transformed into nine identical Mo Wentian.
"Shadow mystery!"
With a cold drink, the figure of the nine Mo Wentian flashed again, and in the void, the nine Mo Wentian instantly became eighty-one.
Eighty-one Mo Wentian's breath is all the same.
For a while, it was really impossible to tell which one was the real one and which one was the one.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
"What about the eighty-one avatar? Your cultivation is just the middle of the king, and we want to beheaded, that's not easy!"
"Yes, eighty-one avatars, one by one is not enough!"
"In the middle of the king, in fact, we have nothing to be proud of, because this strength is too low!"
...
Looking at 81 Mo Wutian in the void, above the ring, the hundred warriors at the top of the heavenly King who remained all were sneering and talking.
"Shenlongquan!"
"All die for me!"
The cold voice sounded, and in the eyes of 81 Mo Wentian, the killing intention was not concealed.
With a cold drink, 81 Mo Wentian punched directly and blasted towards the hundred warriors at the peak of the Heavenly King.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's breath suddenly skyrocketed.
Above that fist, all the terrible punches were surging.
"How can this kid be so powerful?"
"This is impossible?"
"On his fist, there seems to be an ancient peerless dragon!"
"What a terrible power!"
...
Looking at the punch that Mo Wentian blasted towards them, I felt that terrible force. Above the ring, the heart of the hundred warriors even raised a bad hunch.
What's more, some warriors even want to withdraw from the ring, and withdraw from the competition for this lot.
But at this moment they wanted to regret it, it was too late.
"Bang bang ..."
A burst of sounds remembered.
"what……"
"Do not……"
...
The next moment was followed by screams.
"what……"
"This……"
"This is impossible!"
After a few breaths, the last scream sounded.
One hundred figures all fell to the ground, the flesh flew across the platform, and the thick smell spread instantly.
"A hundred are too few!"
"Not enough to kill!"
Mo Wentian's figure flashed. Eighty avatars disappeared instantly, leaving only one true body.
Looking at the group of warriors under the ring, Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and a wicked smile spread out.
"Not enough to kill?"
"This kid's strength is too terrible!"
"A hundred Kings of the Peak, just died under his punch!"
"This boy's cultivation is really the middle period of the King of Heaven?"
"It's more than terrible, it's just evil!"
...
The arrogant voice of Mo Wentian sounded, and countless warriors came back to God and talked instantly.
They looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of awe-inspiring looks.