Chapter 803: Deng Tian fell

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Chapter 803: Deng Tian Falls
All of his legs and feet were cut off by Mo Wentian, and blood spewed out from him.
At this moment, there was only fear in his heart, and he even forgot that he was a powerful man of Tianjun's success, but Mo Wentian was just a warrior who had just broken through the early days of Tianjun.
"Old ancestors are really terrible!"
"This elder elder, what a terrible end!"
"With the ancestors, I seem to have seen the glory of our nine yous!"
...
Outside the city, the disciples of Jiuyou clan were extremely surprised and delighted.
The warriors in the early days of Tianjun can scare the elders of the dazzling demon tribe and the strongmen in the late days of Tianjun into this. The whole ancient relics, I am afraid, have nothing to do with them.
"Old man, I have no feet now, what else do I want to kill me now?"
Mo Wentian stepped on Deng Tian's back, leaned down and looked at Deng Tian, ​​his eyes were full of cold and arrogant.
"Boy, I'm the elder of the demon clan. You kill me, the demon clan won't let you go!"
"Master Demon King will not let you go!"
"You can't kill me ..."
Deng Tian's eyes were terrified.
When Mo Wentian looked at him like this, he seemed to have the feeling of being stared at by death.
"do you know?"
"The last thing Bendi likes is being threatened!"
Don't ask for a cold drink, and I couldn't help stepping up.
When stepped on by Mo Wentian, Deng Tian's whole body trembled. He wanted to resist, but at the moment he didn't have the courage to resist.
Mo Wentian, it's terrible!
This means, this kind of strength, is simply not a human, but a monster!
"I……"
In Deng Tian's eyes, the fear grew deeper.
At this moment, he saw killing intention in Mo Wentian's eyes, terrible killing intention.
"Yan Thunder Sword!"
"In the early days of the king, although it was a bit poor, it was still good to play!"
Suddenly, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the Yan Lei sword.
The corner of his mouth slightly lifted, a faint voice sounded, and Mo Wentian moved his finger, then Yan Leijian was held in his hand.
"This is my sword!"
"My sword, you give me back!"
Seeing Mo Wentian taking Yan Leijian away, Deng Tian shouted in panic.
In order to get this Yan Thunder Sword, he even sent his biological daughter Deng Jiaoyue to serve the beastmaster for a month, and the beastmaster rewarded him!
Thinking of this, Deng Tian's eyes were crazy.
"This knife is yours?"
"It might be yours just now, but it's Bendi's right away!"
Looking at Deng Tian in front of him, Mo Wentian laughed lightly, and then swiped his hand toward the sword. The magical mark of Deng Tian on Yan Lei Sword was wiped away by Mo Wentian instantly.
Yan Leijian, who had some struggles at first, fell into Mo Wentian's hands very quietly at this moment.
"mine……"
"My Fire Thunder Sword!"
In Deng Tian's eyes, it was full of magnificence.
Yan Leijian has completely lost contact with him at this moment.
That's what Deng Jiaoyue used for a month ...
In exchange, but now Mo Motian just took it away!
"What is your sword, now it is Bendi's!"
Wen Yan, Mo Wentian stepped on it again.
"what……"
"Kid, kill me!"
"kill me!"
Deng Tian's begging sounded in the void.
Deng Tian's mind was completely defeated at this moment.
Deng Jiaoyue died, and his Yan Leijian was taken away by Mo Wentian. He was cut off his limbs and stepped on the ground.
His dignity, his pride, everything he had, was stepped on by his feet!
"In the late days of Tianjun, your strength is still useful to this emperor!"
The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a cold chill.
"God Eater!"
"Swallow!"
Looking at Deng Tian, ​​Mo Wentian directly started to eat Tianshenjue.
The next moment, a powerful suction came from Mo Wentian's palm.
"this is……"
"what……"
Deng Tian roared madly, and the vitality on his body was devoured by Mo Wentian. The breath on his body was falling rapidly.
"Noise!"
Do not ask for a cold drink, his eyes flashed endlessly.
Immediately intensified, Deng Tian's entire person was devoured by Mo Wentian, and even the spirits did not escape.
"Boss ..."
"Ask Brother Tian ..."
"Emperor ..."
"Old ancestor ..."
...
I do not know when, Chi Xiao and others have come to Mo Wentian's side, looking at Mo Wentian with eyes, it is difficult to hide the worry in their eyes.
"I'm fine!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a fine light, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a deep voice.
"Emperor, has your cultivation reached the beginning of Heavenly King?"
"Old man, you were just too mighty!"
...
In Tiancheng, those figures looked at Mo Wentian with joy.
"The Emperor has just broken through, plus a battle, and needs a stable breath!"
"Xiaoyu, Magic Sky protects the Emperor!"
Mo Wentian apparently felt the qi and blood fluctuating on his body, and a cold cold mang rose in his eyes, his voice was cold.
"Yes, boss!"
"Yes, boss!"
The figures of Xiao Yan and Huan Tian appeared momentarily beside Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed endlessly.
"Ask Brother Tian, ​​I will protect the law for you too!"
"Protect the Lord!"
"Protect the ancestors!"
...
In the city, a cold drink sounded, all the warriors sat around their knees, and tightly surrounded Mo Wentian.
"Chixiao, Wu Sheng!"
"Emperor!"
"the host!"
With Mo Wentian chilling, Chi Xiao and Wu Sheng appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"Lead the disciples to dispose of all the corpses of the monster tribe disciples, and then continue to practice!"
Mo Wentian looked at the exhilarating figure in front of his eyes, and there was a faint light in his eyes, and he groaned.
"Yes, the lord!"
"Yes, master!"
"Ask Brother Brother, I ..."
...
Every figure retreated, despite some reluctance.
"The ancestors are really terrible. The early days of Tianjun and the late ones of Tianjun!"
"It even killed Tianjun. Such a talent is called evil!"
"That is, that is, our monarch is invincible, this ancient relic, so many people want to kill the monarch, but I see, those who can kill the monarch are not born yet ? "
"Hahahaha ..."
...
Everyone left with a mighty figure, and the whole city talked.
Looking at the backs that left, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.
"There is still a long way to go to become the king of the ancient relics!"
Mo Wentian murmured in his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the ground and fell into cultivation.
Xuantian and Xiaoxuan, one dragon and one demon, are guarding the left and right sides of Mo Wentian, their faces are extremely indifferent.