Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 983: Who are you?

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Chapter 983 Who on earth are you?

"Really?"

"Boy, this city lord will kill you today!"

In the eyes of Licheng City Lord, the killing intent is terrifying.

It looked like it was going to move towards Mo Wentian in the next instant.

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

"Come to fight!"

The icy voice sounded, and an extremely cold light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.

At this moment, the aura in Mo Wentian's body also rose rapidly.

In the next instant, Mo Wentian stepped forward, clenched his hand into a fist, and rushed directly towards the Lord of Licheng.

The speed of rushing away was extremely fast, and even some of the powerhouses who had reached the late stage of Heavenly King's cultivation did not even see a trace of afterimages.

As for the city lord of the calendar city, his eyes shrank sharply.

At this moment, he only felt a dangerous breath coming towards him.

The breath caused a chill in his heart.

"Boy, how can your breath be so strong, aren't you in the early stage of a talented king?"

Seems to think of something, Licheng City Lord’s eyes flashed with cold light, and his face was incredulous.

"Old miscellaneous, your knowledge is too short!"

"You are right, this emperor's cultivation is indeed only in the early stage of the heavenly king!"

"However, there is a kind of human strength in this world, but it is not measured by cultivation base!"

Mo Wentian looked at the lord of Licheng with contempt in his eyes.

"Who?"

The City Lord of Licheng almost blurted out subconsciously.

Looking at Mo Wentian, there was expectation in his eyes.

"That is the emperor!"

"Old crap, go to hell!"

The cold voice sounded, and a terrible killing intent suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Immediately, he blasted directly at the head of the Licheng City Lord with a punch.

"Boy, it is impossible for you to kill me!"

"Your cultivation base is nothing but the ants of the early days of the king!"

Seems to think of something, the city lord of Licheng suddenly shrank his eyes and shouted coldly.

"Herbal halberd!"

In the next instant, the Licheng City Lord gave a cold cry, and a halberd appeared in his hand.

On the halberd, I saw a phantom of a longicorn, standing proudly in the void, roaring at Mo Wentian.

"Shenlong Fist!"

"Old chopsticks, die!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian was not at all outdated.

I speeded up and blasted towards the lord of Licheng.

"My Lord Santo!"

"Ah..."

……

Just as Mo Wentian's fist was about to hit the head of the Licheng City Lord, two figures stood in front of the Licheng City Lord's head.

I saw the city lord of Licheng, holding a disciple in each hand, blocking his head.

"Does the Licheng City Lord want to use these two disciples as a shield? This is too vicious!"

"He is the perfect powerhouse of the heavenly king. He fights directly. Is he afraid that this kid will not succeed?"

"The City Lord of Calendar City is too shameless!"

"This scene seems a bit familiar! Oh, I remember, this is a trick used by the young city lord of Licheng. If there is a father, there must be a son!"

……

Looking at this scene, countless martial artists, their eyes flashed with coldness.

At this moment, they dislike the lord of this calendar city to the extreme.

Especially the disciples in that calendar city, they were extremely disappointed with the city lord of this calendar city.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank slightly, and he banged directly with a punch.

Two screams stopped abruptly.

Following Mo Wentian's punch, the two disciples who were in front of the Licheng City Lord's head, who had reached the late Heavenly King, exploded directly.

"Bump..."

The bodies of the two were directly shattered.

Mo Wentian's punch directly blasted through the chest of the two of them, and a strong smell of blood spread instantly.

Mo Wentian's speed was reaching the extreme, and neither of these two souls had time to escape.

"Dead! The two powerful late kings, are dead!"

"I'm not mistaken, are the two powerful late-day kings really killed by this kid with a punch?"

"Isn't this kid in the early stage of Caitianwang? This is too enchanting!"

"What about the evildoer, I don't think he will be the opponent of the consummated city lord!"

……

Silhouettes, looking at the figure in the void, with different expressions, they started talking in an instant.

"Not good!"

Seeing that two disciples of the late heavenly kings were killed by Mo Wentian with a punch, the city lord of the calendar changed his expression instantly.

That's a strong man in the late Heavenly King, even he can't directly kill two people with one punch.

Ke Mo Wentian, this warrior in the early days of the king did it!

It really did, and these two disciples of the late heavenly king died in front of him!

"Boy, who are you?"

"Why are you killing my Jie'er?"

"Aren't you afraid that the strong man from my Celestial Clan will come and kill you all here?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the Licheng City Lord's eyes flashed with cold light, and he shouted frantically.

But in the next instant, the halberd appeared in this person's hand again.

Above the halberd, the power of the Heavenly King's Consummation came out vast.

"Old chopsticks, what are you doing with so many words!"

"What strong man of the Tianniu tribe, in the eyes of the emperor, they are just ants. If they dare to come, the emperor will die as many as they come!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, Leng Ao Wushuang.

"Really? Kid!"

"I hope your power can be as powerful as your mouth!"

The old man looked at Mo Wentian, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Does this kid really want to fight the city lord?"

"Although this kid's cultivation base is not high, the strength of the punch just now is probably not much worse than that of the Licheng City Lord! Who will win this battle in the end?"

"I think the lord of this calendar city will win, that kid will not be the opponent of the lord after all!"

"It's a pity, this kid is so talented, so he died, it's a pity!"

"Who can be blamed for this, blame this kid for being too arrogant!"

……

Looking at the two people in the void, the countless warriors, they started talking again.

"Herbal halberd!"

"Boy, go to hell!"

With a cold drink, the sky cow halberd in the hands of the city lord of Licheng gleamed.

In the next instant, the city lord of Licheng held the Heavenly Bull Halberd and slashed towards Mo Wentian.

"Good job!"

"Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Break the world!"

Looking at the city lord of Licheng who came to kill him, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank slightly.

With a move of mind, the Heaven Devouring Sword appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian directly used the sword of breaking the world and greeted him towards the Licheng City Lord.

"Qiangqiang..."

There was a violent collision.

In the shocking look of countless people, in the void, the halberd that shone with light, instantly dimmed.

The phantom of the longicorn on the halberd, at this moment, also disappeared.