Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 836: Zhan Luming

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Chapter 836 Battle with Luming

"How come the demons are the same as the demons, shameless people!"

"It is clear that you took my Jiuyou disciple abducted, but now we say that we forced you!"

"Yes, I look at the people of the Demon Race more shameless than the people of the Demon Race!"

……

Aside, Wu Jinfeng, Xiao Jiao and others looked at Lu Ming and Lu Fan in front of them, and there was a look of contempt in their eyes.

Such a discussion reached Lu Ming's ears, and Lu Ming couldn't help clasping his hands hanging down on both sides.

The crunch of the joint grip!

"The emperor didn't force you, it was you who sent you to the door to find death!"

Mo Wentian's voice is extremely cold.

The next moment, Mo Wentian stepped forward.

"You should be on the road too!"

A faint voice sounded in the void, and Mo Wentian unfolded his posture, and the speed was so fast that even Lu Ming didn't even see the afterimage.

"Fast speed!"

"No good, rewind!"

……

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, then recovered, his eyes were so shocked, he shouted.

"Dead!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

But it was too late at this moment, and Mo Wentian's figure had appeared beside Lu Fan.

"Mo...Don't ask God!"

Seeing Mo Wentian, this person's body trembled instantly, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Shenlong Fist!"

Leng, arrogant and boundless voice sounded in the void, and Mo Wentian's palms fisted.

Above the fist, a phantom dragon appeared, and the emptied dragon roared at Lu Fan.

"Looking from afar, it's terrifying!"

"Junior Brother Lu Fan, go back!"

When he saw this, Lu Ming roared loudly.

Hearing that, Lu Fan's body also trembled violently.

Mo Wentian's punch was terrible, he knew it.

Just now, Mo Wentian smashed his juniors into pieces with one punch.

Although his strength is stronger than other people, if this punch falls on him, his fate will not be much better.

"Brother, save me..."

"Help me!"

Lu Fan looked pale when he saw the punch that came in an instant. At this moment, he seemed to feel a breath of death coming toward him.

He just felt his whole mind trembling at this moment.

His eyes were even more terrified. Even at this moment, he had forgotten that he was a strong man in the late Tianjun period, and Mo Wentian was only a warrior in the early days of Tianjun.

"Dead!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's punch fell amidst the incomparable expressions of everyone.

"Boom..."

Lu Fan's head exploded directly, and the red and white things shot out instantly.

The same fate, Lu Fan in the late Tianjun period, fell!

"Junior Brother Lu Fan!"

"Dead!"

……

Not far away, Lu Ming's face was full of loss.

According to the news that Mo Wentian was in this sinkhole, he hurried over to kill Mo Wentian. Fortunately, in front of the beast owner, he showed the power of his demons.

In this way, in front of the beast owner, the status of the demons must be higher than the status of the demons.

In this way, his demons will become the second-ranked force in this ancient relic!

"They are all dead, you should be on your way too!"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Ming, with terrifying killing intent in his eyes.

"Mo Wentian, you can kill them, do you think you can kill me?"

"Hahaha..."

Lu Ming burst into laughter, his face was even more crazy.

He is the third-ranked genius disciple of the Demon Race. He made a military order in front of his elder brother Lu Jing, saying that he would be able to kill Mo Wentian.

But who knew that the dozen or so disciples of the demons he brought with him were all beheaded by Mo Wentian.

Although his strength has reached the peak of Tianjun, looking at the corpse in that place, there is no war in his heart.

"Hahahaha..."

"Mo Wentian, don't let me meet you again next time, I will kill you if I meet you!"

Laughing wildly, suddenly, Lu Ming's figure flashed and disappeared into the cave.

A gloomy voice resounded in the cave.

"Boss, this kid has escaped!"

Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian made their voices almost at the same time.

"In front of the emperor, want to escape too?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with cold light, and then his figure flashed, and he chased him directly.

"Lu Ming, your juniors are all dead, how bad it is for you to escape!"

"Stay with them!"

Mo Wentian's figure is like a ghost, but he has already appeared next to Lu Ming while breathing.

With a hand, he grabbed Lu Ming from the void.

"Mo Wentian, my demons will definitely not let you go!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Ming's eyes were vicious.

If that look can kill people, Mo Wentian now doesn't know how many times he has died.

"Will you let me go?"

"Hahaha..."

"Even if they want to let me go, the emperor will not let go of the demons. One day, the emperor will bloodbath your demons!"

Laughing wildly, in Mo Wentian's eyes, the killing intent was terrifying.

"On the road..."

"Hahaha..."

Lu Ming laughed wildly on his face, but there was a touch of terror in his eyes.

His heart is even more regretful.

I knew that Mo Wentian was so terrible. He would never come to kill Mo Wentian anyway.

"Don't Wentian, even if this seat is dead today, I will hold you back!"

It seems that he has made some determination, and a gloomy look flashes in Lu Ming's eyes.

"Want to pull me back?"

"What a foolish dream!"

Looking at Lu Ming in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of cold light.

The next moment, Mo Wentian suddenly stepped forward.

"Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Break the world!"

"Dead!"

The cold voice sounded, and the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

Above the Excalibur, the rays of light vibrated endlessly.

The next moment, a sword shot, directly towards Lu Ming beheaded.

"Mo Wentian, don't be proud, you will die too!"

"You will die too!"

"Hahahaha..."

Looking at Mo Wentian beheading, Lu Ming didn't avoid it, but laughed wildly.

It's just the wild smile on his face that makes people feel chills in my heart.

"Noisy!"

"Boom..."

A dull voice came, and Mo Wentian's sword cut directly at Lu Ming's chest.

"Zila!"

In less than a breath, a hole the size of a bowl was directly pierced into Lu Ming's chest by Mo Wentian.

Blood spurted out from the chest, making Zira's voice.

"Mo Wentian, you will die!"

"You will definitely die!"

Lu Ming's vicious voice dissipated in the void.

In the void, there was an instant silence.

Just as the sound stopped abruptly, a golden glow rushed out of Lu Ming's body.

"The soul still wants to escape?"

"Magic Dzi!"

Looking at the frantically fleeing Jinmang, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed cold.

With a cold drink, the figure flashed, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed it directly at the golden light.

The next moment, the golden light in the void was directly inhaled by Mo Wentian.