Chapter 437: Ancient battle mountain

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"Qingcheng ..."
In Mo Wentian's eyes, Hanman flashed, and it was Qingcheng standing at the gate!
"Boss, what now?"
Xiao Yan, eyes flashed fiercely.
"A heavenly elder, would you still want to block me?"
In the eyes of Mo Wentian, indifference is boundless.
Qingcheng is here to guard, I'm afraid it is a precaution, he is now leaving the Imperial City.
Once you leave, you will be regarded as a person of the mountain ...
I can't find him!
But unfortunately ...
Don't ask God, I never thought of running away!
"go!"
A cold drink, Mo Wentian directly ...
Walk towards the city gate.
"stop……"
"stop!"
...
With the appearance of Mo Wentian, three or four figures stood in front of Mo Wentian.
These people are all disciples of Emperor Jianmen!
One by one, they have reached the four or five levels of Tianyu!
"You block me ..."
"What's the matter?"
Looking at the three or four people in front of me, Mo Wentian looked indifferent.
"The Emperor has ordered that anyone who leaves the city ..."
"You have to be checked!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a man stood out and said coldly.
"The lord?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, then looked indifferent.
"Must be a god, will you also accept the censorship of your emperor?"
"God Mountain ..."
Three or four people, the look suddenly changed.
"What happened?"
Qingcheng saw this scene and quickly came towards Mo Wentian.
"Elder Qingcheng, this is the man of the mountain!"
A disciple quickly backed down and whispered towards Qingcheng.
"Shenshan people!"
Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and then ...
Zhao Mo Wentian came.
"Qingcheng has met seniors, do not know your name?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qingcheng, asked his eyes flashing.
"Nameless ..."
The cold flickered in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The next moment, a rolling Tianlong sword means ...
From Mo Wentian's body, spread out.
"The disciples in the Little Presbyterian Church dare to block the angel ..."
"roll!"
"bump……"
The terrible sword intention turned into a hundred dragons in the void, and the dragons rolled.
Lightning down the Qingcheng, terrible power ...
As if to tear up Qingcheng!
"God makes ..."
"Is it ..."
In Qingcheng's eyes, he was so shocked that he quickly said.
"Adult anger!"
"bump!"
Tianlong hit Qingcheng's body.
Qingcheng's body flew backwards.
"puff……"
There was a blood spurt from his mouth, and Qingcheng's face ...
Instantly pale!
"Elder Qingcheng ..."
"Elder Qingcheng!"
...
Every figure hurriedly raised Qingcheng up.
At the gate.
Mo Wentian stood there quietly.
No one, dare to be close to the slightest!
"This kid ..."
"So arrogant!"
Not far from the gate, a lazy figure appeared ...
This figure is not someone else!
It is Hu Chong!
"The people in the Presbyterian ..."
"Just a bunch of waste!"
Next to the lazy man, a figure appeared, this person is not someone else, it is Diyne!
"Diyne ..."
"Are you here too?"
In the eyes of Hu Chong, there was a flash of light.
"I……"
"Kill him!"
In the eyes of Diyne, there is no limit to cold.
"Kill him……"
Hu Chong gave a slight pause, but he did not expect that Diyne entered the ruins.
Not for the baby, but for the assassination of Mo Wentian!
"You want to kill him ..."
"Not easy!"
In Hu Chong's eyes, a chuckle spread.
"Dare to stop me next time ..."
"dead!"
A cold voice sounded in the void.
Qingcheng originally wanted to move the Presbyterian Church out.
But at this moment, Qingcheng only felt a cold chill, covering the whole body!
Qingcheng opened his mouth ...
Couldn't say a word!
"Treading ..."
Step by step, Mo Wentian left the gate.
"The people of Shenshan ..."
"So arrogant!"
In the imperial city, a pair of eyes looked at Mo Wentian with awe.
"He's gone, let's go too!"
Hu Chong, chuckled, then step by step ...
Walk towards the city gate.
"Mo Wentian ..."
In Diyne's eyes, the flicker of cold flickers flashed, and then the figure flashed ...
Strange, disappeared in place.
Outside the imperial city.
"Boss, is this out?"
Xiaoyu, hesitated for a moment, then the arrogant Qingcheng, Xu was frightened ...
Dare not say anything!
"Out……"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, from the performance of Qingcheng.
It's not hard to see if you ask the sky, the majesty of Shenshan ...
How terrible!
In this imperial city, the peak sword emperor of the company's presbytery ...
I dare not touch the mountain!
"Go to Ancient Battle Mountain ..."
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian took Xiaoyu ...
Disappear.
Beyond the imperial city, there is a steady stream of mountains.
"Arrived……"
Appearing in front of Mo Wentian was a deep forest, which was extremely dark.
Standing outside the deep forest, Mo Wentian seemed to feel ...
A cold breath came from the deep forest!
"Very overcast ..."
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly. This ancient battle mountain turned out to be ...
An extremely overcast place.
No wonder here, it will be so cold!
"Boss, here ..."
"It's weird!"
In Xiaoyan's eyes, he was also alert.
"eccentric……"
Don't ask a step, and walk towards the deep forest.
"Click ..."
A crisp voice came, and under his feet, something seemed to break apart.
Sweep away the leaves that are sheltering from it, pieces of dead bone ...
Appeared in Mo Wentian's sight.
"this is……"
Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the boneless arm.
On the decayed white bones ...
A faint sword-shaped trace appeared, and this trace was exactly the same as Mo Wentian's questioning Tianjian.
"this is……"
"Swordkeeper in Sword Pavilion!"
Mo Wentian trembled slightly.
Thousands of years ago, the disciples of the Mo family were in charge of asking about the Kingdom of Heaven, and asked about the Kingdom of Heaven, as the first Kingdom of God among the five Great Kingdoms.
Mo's power reached its zenith.
And in Mo's house.
This Sword Pavilion is among the Mo's ...
The only organization that is only controlled by Mo Wentian!
There are eighty-one disciples in Shoujian Pavilion.
Each of these eighty-one people is a peerless sword emperor.
In addition, there are 36 swordsmen!
These thirty-six people are the strongest of the sword emperor.
"The peak sword emperor cannot stand the destruction of time ..."
"After ten thousand years, they have even withered bones, and they have begun to decay!"
Mo asked Tian fist and held it up fiercely.
The disciples of Shoujiange were He Mowen, one of Tianjiao selected from the Mo family.
These people are not only talented, but also ...
Mo's most loyal group of people.
but now……
"The Emperor Sword Gate ..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were cold and boundless, and he gently covered the branches again.
"Boss ..."
Xiaoyu, could not help but whisper.
"I'm fine!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian's eyes became indifferent again.
"Click ..."
"Click ..."
...
There were clear voices.
Under the countless branches, in addition to the disciples of Shouge, there are some of the other disciples of the Mo family. Pieces of dried bones make people desolate ...