Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 173: Sword Master Peak
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"No problem, you first withdraw..."
Mo Wentian gave a cold drink, and immediately released the fire dragon sword in his hand.
"Buzzing..."
The golden rope came in an instant, directly trapping Mo Wentian's fire dragon sword.
At the moment when the lock sword rope trapped the Fire Dragon Sword, Mo Wentian only felt a tremor in his heart, and the connection between himself and the Fire Dragon Sword disappeared instantly.
"Sure enough, it is a sword rope!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed, directly cutting off his connection with the Fire Dragon Sword. Apart from the high-grade imperial sword rope, who else could do it?
"Master, he is..."
A glint flashed in the eyes of Tiantian Monkey.
"Do it!"
With a cold cry, Mo Wentian palms into claws, and he grabs the sword rope directly.
"Buzzing..."
It seems that he sensed the power of Mo Wentian's claw, and the sword rope flashed, and he wanted to escape.
"Already appeared, still want to leave?"
Mo Wentian smiled indifferently, and Qianxunbu unfolded and directly caught up with the rope of the sword.
"Bring me back!"
"Touch!"
A violent collision came, and Mo Wentian's palm fell directly on the lock sword rope.
"Buzzing..."
A strong force radiated from the lock sword rope.
"The masterless high-grade imperial weapon, also want to escape from my control, Mo Wentian?"
With an indifferent smile, Mo Wentian's palm pressed slightly, and a golden light gathered on Mo Wentian's palm.
"Heavenly sword points to the light!"
"Puff......"
Several sword qi fell, and the sword qi collided with the lock sword rope, and golden light was shining.
"Roar..."
At this moment, the Sky Burial Monkey suddenly appeared on the top of the lock sword rope, punched it directly at the lock sword rope.
"Just come!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
"Buzzing..."
Feeling a punch from the Sky Burial Monkey, the Lock Sword Rope seemed to want to leave immediately, but when Mo Wentian's palm grabbed it, the Lock Sword Rope couldn't escape.
"Boom..."
A fist fell on the lock sword rope, and the lock sword rope directly released Mo Wentian's fire dragon sword. A weak connection came. Mo Wentian's heart moved, and the fire dragon sword appeared in his palm.
"The sword bites the sky!"
"Buzzing..."
A supreme sword intent spread out from Mo Wentian, a terrifying sword intent swept out, and the sword rope suddenly trembled.
"Surrender!"
"Otherwise, the emperor will directly destroy you!"
Mo Wentian's cold voice sounded in the room.
"Buzzing..."
The sword rope trembled crazily, seemingly hesitant.
"If you don't surrender, then destroy!"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, the coldness skyrocketed, and the fire dragon sword drew a mysterious trace and dropped directly toward the lock sword rope.
"锵……"
A metal collision came, and the sword rope was directly shot down to the ground by Mo Wentian's sword.
A series of mysterious runes rose, and the sword rope trembled frantically.
"Surrender..."
Mo Wentian's cold voice sounded again.
"Buzzing..."
The lock sword rope retreated steadily, and then it seemed that some decision had been made. The lock sword rope suddenly stopped in the void, and the mysterious runes on the lock sword rope began to disappear.
"Submitted..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were overjoyed. Although the lock sword rope is only a top-grade imperial weapon, it is a bit worse than his fire dragon sword, but the role of the lock sword rope is difficult to estimate.
Especially here...
In the Dragon Temple.
"Lock the sword rope, refining!"
With a cold drink, a drop of Mo Wentian's blood fell on the rope of the lock sword. The next moment, the light on the lock sword skyrocketed, turning into a golden glow, and entering Mo Wentian's body.
"Guardian for me!"
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian quickly sat down cross-legged.
"Buzzing..."
The aura around him quickly entered Mo Wentian's body.
"What's the matter?"
In the small courtyard, Hong Jiao's eyes slightly raised a hint of surprise, then her figure flashed and fell into the room.
In the room.
Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged, one after another with aura, forming a huge vortex above Mo Wentian's head, and a steady stream of aura quickly entered Mo Wentian's body.
"This absorption of aura is so fast!"
The light in Hongjiao's eyes skyrocketed, even if she was the Sword Emperor of Rank 4, there would not be such a vast scene as Mo Wentian when she was practicing.
"Who is he?"
Hongjiao's eyes flickered suddenly, the first pill emperor in the Southern Territory?
The kendo talent against the sky?
Looking at Mo Wentian, Hong Jiao suddenly felt that Mo Wentian in front of him was a mystery. There seemed to be countless secrets hidden in him...
"Roar..."
At this moment, the four idols in Mo Wentian suddenly lit up.
An incomparably terrifying kendo will rises from Mo Wentian.
"This is..."
Hongjiao's pupils shrank violently, and then she said with shock: "The king of the sword!"
"How is this possible?"
Hong Jiao’s eyes are full of disbelief, the king of the sword, the legendary king of the sword?
"Get out..."
At the moment Hongjiao stared at Mo Wentian in shock, a fierce aura suddenly struck, and Hongjiao subconsciously blocked a long sword in front of her chest.
"Touch!"
Hongjiao's body flew upside down.
"This is that monster!"
Hong Jiao took a breath, and was hit by the Buried Monkey. Hong Jiao only felt that her whole body was about to fall apart, and her arms trembled.
"This Demon King's combat power is no worse than mine!"
Hong Jiao's eyes were extremely solemn. For the first time, he felt Mo Wentian's horror.
Even the Demon Emperor Mo Wentian, who is comparable to the Four Ranks Sword Emperor, can be subdued. Then Mo Wentian's cultivation base, isn't it...
"Boom..."
The next moment, the sword intent rose to the sky in the room, and there were countless roars in the room, and a powerful coercion spread wildly around.
"The King of the Sword!"
The four faint words sounded, and Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes.
In those cold eyes.
It seems that a supreme sword has appeared, and the sword is swung out, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and the world is dead...
"Finally reached the peak of swordsmanship!"
The breath on the body receded like a tide.
After refining the sword rope, Mo Wentian originally reached the eighth level of the sword master's cultivation base, but finally rushed into the nineth level of the sword master.
Achieved the pinnacle of a swordsman.
"Now I can kill the Rank 3 Sword King at hand, even the Rank 4 Sword King..."
"You can also win!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed, and then he seemed to think of something. Mo Wentian's cold eyes suddenly fell on Hongjiao's body.
"Mo Wentian..."
As Mo Wentian's eyes fell, Hong Jiao's body trembled slightly.
Under this look, Hong Jiao seemed to feel that all the secrets in her body were all seen through by Mo Wentian.
"Next time, then die!"
Mo Wentian's cold eyes flashed a cold murderous aura.
Swordsmen practice, that is the most dangerous time.
If it weren’t for a burial monkey to protect him, then the end would be...
Horrible!
"Dead!"
Hongjiao's body trembled, and if Mo Wentian said this to her at the beginning, she would inevitably laugh.
But after hearing Mo Wentian's words again, Hong Jiao's heart suddenly felt cold.
The king of the sword. In front of Mo Wentian, her pride was vulnerable!