Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1247: Angry Jiang Zhengyuan

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Chapter 1247 Angry Jiang Zhengyuan

Looking at this scene, Xiao Jiao didn't hesitate at all, and the huge tail of hundreds of feet greeted him directly.

"Boom..."

Xiao Jiao's dragon tail and Jiang Zhengyuan's fist collided.

There was a violent collision, and Xiao Jiao's dragon body, which was several hundred feet long, flew out directly.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of blood came out from Xiao Jiao's mouth.

As for Jiang Zhengyuan on the opposite side, his body trembled slightly at this moment.

"Little reptile, your physique looks okay!"

Jiang Zhengyuan looked at Xiao Jiao on the opposite side, and a complicated gleam flashed in his eyes. At this moment, his heart was even more shocked.

You must know that Xiao Jiao's cultivation is in the early stage of the emperor, but Jiang Zhengyuan is a strong man in the late emperor.

Although the punch he had just shown was only 40% of the power.

But if he were replaced by a general early emperor warrior, even if he only used 40% of his power, he would definitely die under his punch.

But Xiao Jiao really blocked it, and he suffered only minor injuries.

This makes Jiang Zhengyuan's heart not surprised.

"The physique is good, but the elder said that the physique of the dragon is okay?"

"The monster beast in the early days of the Emperor actually blocked the punch of the great elder. This is not only okay!"

"What about blocking it? He still won't be the opponent of the Great Elder!"

"In the Kingdom of Devouring Gods, is this Shenlong the strongest cultivation base?"

……

As soon as Jiang Zhengyuan said this, countless disciples of the Tianniu tribe started talking in an instant.

"Little Jiao, step back!"

"You are not the opponent of this old crap!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and he came directly to Xiao Jiao's side, and looked at Xiao Jiao with a serious expression.

"Boss, let me fight again!"

"Since my cultivation base broke through, I haven't had a good fight. This is an opportunity. I want to fight!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's expression instantly dimmed.

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Xiao Jiao said expectantly in his eyes.

"If you want to fight a battle, there is a chance, but this old man, you will not be his opponent!"

How could Mo Wentian not understand Xiao Jiao's thoughts?

But he doesn't want to hurt Xiao Jiao. After all, Jiang Zhengyuan, the great elder of the Tianniu tribe, is a strong man in the late emperor half-step.

Don't say it is Xiao Jiao, even if it is himself, there is no guarantee that he will be beheaded.

"Boss..."

Mo Wentian heard a voice that did not hold his beak, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Quit!"

"These are some medicinal pills, which will restore the injury in your body. When there is a fight with you!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jiao, stretched out his hand and threw it away, and a space ring instantly fell in front of Xiao Jiao, with an indifferent expression.

Receiving the space ring, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and quickly transformed into a small snake, falling on Mo Wentian's shoulder.

Immediately, Xiao Jiao didn't hesitate at all, threw the pill in the space ring into his mouth and swallowed it.

As he swallowed some elixir, Xiao Jiao's injury quickly recovered.

"Boy, you are so ridiculous!"

"The little reptiles in the early days of the emperor are not the opponent of this elder. Do you think you will be the opponent of this elder?"

"I think you should quickly hand over the boy Mo Wentian to me, otherwise, don't blame the elder for accidentally pinching you to death!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhengyuan recovered from the shock. Recalling the conversation between Mo Wentian and Xiao Jiao, Jiang Zhengyuan said with a cold face.

As for Mo Wentian's identity, he still doesn't believe it.

He didn't believe that Mo Wentian turned out to be the emperor of the kingdom of God.

How can a small heavenly king peak state, how could it be the emperor of this heaven-devouring kingdom?

Although he has also heard that the Emperor Mo Wentian of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom is not high in cultivation, but he will definitely not be a warrior at the peak of the Heavenly King.

"Old miscellaneous, this emperor has said, this emperor is the person you are looking for!"

"Don't ask God!"

"Your son Jiang Jun was killed by the emperor. The five-hundred heavenly king ants brought by your son have been completely subdued by the emperor, and now they have become the people of the emperor!"

Listening to Jiang Zhengyuan's words, Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

"This... how is this possible? The emperor of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom beheaded all the young masters. How could his cultivation level be the pinnacle of the Heavenly King?"

"Yes, I think this kid is either not the emperor of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom, if he is, then he has hidden his cultivation!"

"This kid is so arrogant and arrogant, no matter who he is, he will die in the hands of the elder today."

"The aura on this kid is so weird. The dragon in the early days of the emperor just now seemed to call him the boss. Could it be that he is really the emperor of the kingdom of God?"

……

Mo Wentian's arrogant voice sounded, and countless Tianniu tribe disciples started talking in an instant.

It's just that they looked at Mo Wentian's eyes, still with a bit of disbelief.

"Boy, is it you?"

"You killed my Jun'er?"

"How is this possible? Your cultivation is nowhere near the pinnacle of the Heavenly King, how can you behead him?"

Looking at Mo Wentian with a wicked smile in front of him, Jiang Zhengyuan was stunned for an instant. He returned to his senses and looked at Mo Wentian. There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Mo Wentian in front of him, no matter how he explores, Mo Wentian's cultivation is only the pinnacle of the heavenly king.

"Old chopsticks, is this strange?"

"It's not just your mischievous son, you will also die in the hands of the emperor today!"

Mo Wentian looked at the middle-aged man with contempt in his eyes, a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, a wicked smile spreading.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"I must kill you today!"

Hearing this, the killing intent in Jiang Zhengyuan's eyes suddenly skyrocketed, and the aura on his body increased rapidly.

"Kill me?"

"Old chopsticks, you are not enough!"

Looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, Mo Wentian sneered.

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light.

"I am not enough?"

"My cultivation is only half a step away from the late emperor, but you are just an ant at the peak of the emperor. You still arrogantly say that this elder is not enough to kill you?"

"Soon, this elder will let you know whether this elder is enough!"

An extremely cold voice sounded, and Jiang Zhengyuan's eyes were terrifying killing intent.

In that way, it seemed that he wanted to swallow Mo Wen innately.