Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 833: The Twelve Fighters

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Chapter 833 Fighting with Twelve People

"I know!"

Mo Wentian's voice sounded in Xiao Jiao's mind.

"The demon clan, waiting for this emperor, do you want to die so impatiently?"

Mo Wentian looked at the twelve demon disciples in front of him, his eyes skyrocketed and said coldly.

Sweeping away the soul, all the cultivation bases of the twelve people were revealed in Mo Wentian's mind.

Among these twelve people, six of them were martial artists in the mid-Tianjun period, five martial artists in the late-Tianjun period, and one person's strength, unexpectedly reached the peak of Tianjun.

Don't even think about it to know that the person at the peak of Heavenly Monarch is no one else, but Lu Ming, the third-ranked genius disciple of the Demon Race.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

Suddenly, one of the twelve young men stepped forward and said with a cold face.

"My two disciples of the Jiuyou clan handed it over, the emperor may be in a good mood and can leave you a whole body!"

Mo Wentian's mouth raised a strange arc, but his voice was extremely cold.

"Leave a whole body?"

"Boy, your disciple is still in the hands of this seat, so you are not afraid that I will kill these two people!"

An indifferent voice came, and a handsome, gorgeously dressed man stepped forward and looked at Mo Wentian with no secret of killing in his eyes.

The next instant, with a wave of his hand, they saw Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng appear in front of Mo Wentian.

"Mozu Lu Ming!"

"The emperor knows that you are holding them just to lead me. The emperor has already come. If so, let them go!"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Ming, his eyes flickered, and he said coldly.

"Release them?"

"Why are you letting them go?"

Lu Ming's face raised an arc of evil charm.

"Since you are the third-ranked genius of the Demon Race, do you dare to fight the emperor?"

It seemed to remember something, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Fight with you?"

"Hahahaha..."

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Why do you have to fight with Brother Lu Ming, I can do it with Lu Jie!"

An arrogant voice came, and a young man in the mid-term of Heavenly King strode proudly and walked out of the crowd.

"Only you?"

"You are not qualified!"

Mo Wentian didn't even bother to take a look, his face was full of arrogance and arrogance.

"You..."

"You are so arrogant, but I am a strong man in the late stage of Tianjun, you said I am not qualified?"

Lu Jie's eyes are full of anger.

"Junior Brother Lu Jie, step back!"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian with a cold face and shouted coldly.

"Go ahead, how do you want to play with me?"

In the next instant, Lu Ming took a step forward and said coldly.

"The play is very simple, but I have a prerequisite!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a cold glow flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Lu Ming has already saved enough face by fighting with you. You don't know what is good or bad, so you still need to negotiate terms with Senior Brother Lu Ming?"

"Yes, boy, you are too ignorant of good and bad!"

"Senior Brother Lu Ming, what are you talking about with this kid, just shoot all these people to death!"

"Kill him!"

……

An angry voice resounded in the void.

"Give me all back!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed cold, and he shouted coldly.

"Brother Lu Ming..."

"Brother Lu Ming, this..."

……

Everyone opened their mouths, trying to say something, but in the end they said nothing.

"What conditions?"

In the next moment, Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.

"The conditions are actually very simple!"

"Then you let go of my two members of the Jiuyou clan first. How about this emperor fighting with the twelve of you?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was an extremely cold glow, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Release the two of the Jiuyou clan?"

"Okay, I promise you!"

A light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and he directly agreed.

"Brother Lu Ming, this kid is too arrogant. We killed all three of them!"

"That's right, why should I promise him this condition!"

"Brother Lu Ming, this..."

……

Everyone looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes skyrocketed.

"What? Do you think you can't beat him?"

Hearing this, Lu Ming's eyes rose with an extremely cold light, and he shouted coldly.

"Brother Lu Ming, why do you think so?"

"Killing this kid, Brother Lu Ming is not just a matter of moving his fingers!"

……

Seeing Lu Ming's anger, everyone changed their expressions and said quickly.

"If that's the case, that's all!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed cold, and he said solemnly.

"It's worthy of being the third-ranked genius of the demons, not bad!"

Seeing Lu Ming agreed, Mo Wentian's mouth raised a shallow arc.

"Boy, I will let you know that this is the stupidest decision you have ever made!"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian, secretly full of disdain.

Mo Wentian was just a warrior in the early days of Tianjun, and he was a strong man at the peak of Tianjun.

Although he has just broken through to the peak of Heavenly Monarch, this cultivation base is enough to squeeze the early days of Heavenly Monarch casually.

In front of Mo Wentian, he was confident enough to kill Mo Wentian with one move.

The reason why he agreed to Mo Wentian's condition was because of his confidence that he would be able to kill Mo Wentian.

First let Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng go. They are just two martial artists in the early days of Tianjun. After he kills Mo Wentian, he will kill Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng. It is not a matter of waving.

"Really?"

Mo Wentian's mouth evokes a wicked smile.

How dare he look down upon him?

He Mo Wentian likes to underestimate him the most. The more people underestimate him, the more miserable he will make that person die.

"You won't laugh right away!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed cold, and he said coldly.

"How does the emperor think that you are the one who won't be able to laugh!"

The arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more dense.

"Stop talking nonsense, let the disciples of my Jiuyou clan let go, let them go to war immediately!"

"The emperor has to rush to grab the artifact!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian spoke again.

Leng Ao Wu, his eyes are full of Leng Ao Wushuang.

"Let them go!"

Lu Ming heard the words, his eyes flashed cold, and he shouted at the two demon disciples who were holding Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng behind him.

"Yes, Brother Lu Ming!"

The two immediately answered, typing out one by one.

In less than a breath, I saw the rope that tied Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng loosen instantly.

"Ancestor!"

"Master!"

As soon as their bodies were free, the two quickly walked towards Mo Wentian's side.

"Little Jiao, take them to recover!"

Mo Wentian took out a space ring from his hand, threw it directly at Xiao Jiao, and said in a deep voice.

"Boss, I will stay to help you!"

A gleam of light appeared in Xiao Jiao's eyes, and his voice was full of sonorous.

's cultivation base has just broken into the late stage of Heavenly Sovereign, and now he just wants to fight to see how his own combat power is.