Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1103: One hundred in one battle

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Chapter 1103 One hundred battles in one battle

"No problem!"

"However, the condition of beauty, you is equivalent to no!"

"Because these ten lots will all be in the emperor's pocket!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mu Ruxue with a wicked smile on his face.

The expression on his face is light and breezy, but his voice is powerful and powerful, all revealing confidence.

"Really?"

"It depends on whether you have this ability!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a cold light flashed in Mu Ruxue's eyes, and his voice was even more icy.

Although Mo Wentian can win these ten lots, Mu Ruxue doesn't believe it at all.

But for some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, another voice in her heart was telling her that Mo Wentian would definitely take these ten lots.

"Boss, there must be a lot of evil you want in these ten lots. If you fight so many people alone, will it be a little too tired!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, with a worried expression in his eyes.

"Too tired?"

"Then they have to dare to go!"

Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and his face was wickedly smiling.

"Huayue Commercial Bank now announces that the auction will start in accordance with the new rules!"

"This first lot is still the magic pill of this amazing macaque!"

"If you have any fighters you want, you can stand in the ring!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed and said in a cold voice.

As Mu Ruxue's voice just fell, countless warriors instantly stood on the ring.

"This kid is so arrogant, today we will kill this kid here anyway!"

"Yes, this kid really doesn't know which race he is from, he is so arrogant!"

"It's better to be more careful. Just now I saw this kid kill a warrior at the peak of the king with a punch!"

"The strength of this kid is really good, but it is impossible to defeat my heavenly king to perfection!"

……

Silhouettes stood together, and on the opposite side, there was only Mo Wentian alone.

Looking at the opposite Mo Wentian, those figures have different expressions on their faces.

"Stop talking nonsense, come and fight!"

Listening to those discussions, Mo Wentian only felt so noisy, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he said coldly.

"Wait!"

At this moment, the cold voice resounded again.

"Considering that this warrior's cultivation base is not in the mid-range of the heavenly king, for the sake of relative fairness, no more than ten people can fight him at a time!"

The next moment, without any hesitation, Mu Ruxue said with a cold face.

"No need!"

"At least one hundred people come at a time, otherwise it will be too slow to kill!"

As soon as Mu Ruxue finished speaking, Mo Wentian's cold voice resounded.

In his eyes, it was very indifferent, and there was no fluctuation at all. It seems that the hundred of the warriors of the peak of the heavenly king are going together, which is nothing to him.

"A hundred people?"

"Among us, the ones with the lowest cultivation base are all in the peak realm of Heavenly Kings. Isn't this kid's brain squeezed by the door?"

"Yeah, isn't there something wrong with this kid's head, right? Let us get a hundred people at a time?"

"Is he not afraid that we will beat him into meatloaf and meat scraps by one of us?"

……

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, countless warriors, with sneers in their eyes, started talking in an instant.

"A hundred people at a time, this kid is so arrogant!"

"I think he must die here today!"

Beside Mu Ruxue, the black-clothed woman's eyes flashed cold, and her face was cold.

"He won't die!"

Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed with a confident look, and Cherry's mouth spit out four words.

These simple four words revealed her inner thoughts.

"Miss..."

Looking at Mu Ruxue's appearance, the black-clothed woman was dumbfounded.

After returning to my senses, there was a look of surprise in his eyes. I couldn't tell why, the woman in black clearly felt that her family was extremely cold, and the lady who had always scorned men was a little different.

"Buzzing..."

Suddenly, on the ring, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and directly transformed into nine identical Mo Wentians.

"Shadow Profound Meaning!"

With a cold drink, the nine Mo Wentian figures flashed again, and in the void, the nine Mo Wentian instantly became eighty-one.

Eighty-one Mo Wentian's breath and cultivation base are all exactly the same.

For a while, it is really impossible to tell which is the real body and which is the clone.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

"What about the eighty-one clones? Your cultivation is only in the middle stage of the king, we want to kill, it is not easy!"

"Yes, there are eighty-one clones, and one person is not enough!"

"In the mid-term of the King of Heaven, in fact, we have nothing to be proud of after solving it, because this strength is too low!"

……

Looking at the eighty-one Mo Wentian in the void, above the arena, the hundred of the remaining warriors of the peak of the heavenly kings all began to discuss with a sneer.

"Shenlong Fist!"

"Die all to me!"

The cold voice sounded, and in the eyes of 81 Mo Wentian, the killing intent was unconcealed.

With a cold shout, eighty-one Mo Wentian punches directly, blasting towards the hundred warriors at the peak of the Heavenly King.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura rose instantly.

Above the fist, a series of terrible punches surged out.

"How could this kid's power be so strong?"

"Is this impossible?"

"On his fist, there seems to be an ancient peerless dragon!"

"What a terrible power!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian's punch at them, he felt that terrifying power. Above the ring, a bad premonition rose in the hearts of these hundred warriors. .

What's more, some warriors even want to withdraw from the ring and withdraw from the competition for the lot.

But at this moment they want to regret, it is too late.

"Boom boom boom..."

Think of bursts of voices.

"Ah..."

"No..."

……

The next moment, followed by screams.

"Ah..."

"This..."

"This is impossible!"

After a few breaths, the last scream sounded.

A hundred figures all fell to the ground, above the ring, flesh and blood flew all over the place, and the strong smell of blood spread instantly.

"One hundred is too little!"

"Not enough to kill!"

Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and the eighty clones disappeared instantly, leaving only one real body.

Looking at the group of warriors under the ring, Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a wicked smile spread.

"Not enough to kill?"

"The strength of this kid is terrible!"

"A hundred of the peak powers of the heavenly kings, they just died under his punch!"

"This kid's cultivation is really only in the middle of the king?"

"This is more than terrible, this is simply a monster!"

……

Mo Wentian's arrogant voice sounded, and countless warriors came back to their senses and started talking in an instant.

They looked at Mo Wentian with awe-inspiring expressions in their eyes.