Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1455: War Blade Spirit

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Chapter 1455 Battle Blade Spirit

"Buzzing..."

The next moment, I saw the seal of the Shenlong dragon, which appeared directly in Mo Wentian's hands.

Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, and quickly typed out one by one.

As Mo Wentian's seals were printed one by one, the seal of Shenlong skyrocketed rapidly, but within a few breaths, it had skyrocketed to the size of a hundred meters.

"Go to hell!"

With a stern shout, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the seal of the dragon in the void smashed directly at the blade spirit of the dragon blade.

"Boy, how come you have such a terrible artifact?"

"Is this impossible?"

Looking at the immortal seal of the dragon and the blade spirit of the dragon blade, his expression changed drastically.

The power on the seal of the dragon is really terrifying!

At this moment, the blade spirit of Youlongblade just wants to escape quickly.

It's just that he hasn't recovered yet, the Shenlong seal has already smashed towards him.

The subconscious ghost of the Dragon Blade could only collide with the seal of the Shenlong Dragon.

"Boom..."

There was a violent collision.

In the void, I saw a azure blue figure that flew out directly.

"Puff..."

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the spirit of the dragon blade.

"Little ants, the emperor said, nothing is impossible with the emperor, right?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian took a step forward and came directly to the front of Youlong Blade Spirit. Looking at the embarrassed Blade Spirit in front of him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and raised an evil smile. The way.

Mo Wentian really didn't pay attention to the Youlong Blade Spirit in front of him.

The blade spirit of the Youlong Blade is not just an opponent in terms of strength, even if it is in the Spirit, the blade spirit of the Youlong Blade will definitely not be Mo Wentian's opponent.

Mo Wentian's cultivation level, although only the realm of Heavenly King Consummation, Mo Wentian's soul has reached a terrifying level of eight hundred meters, comparable to the Emperor's Consummation.

And the ghost of the dragon blade spirit in front of me is only five hundred zhang.

Mo Wentian wanted to slay the blade spirit of the Dragon Blade, but it was a breeze!

"Boy, you..."

"Why do you have such a terrible artifact, this artifact is already comparable to the Dragon Blade!"

Mo Wentian's voice came, and Blade Spirit came back to his senses.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit's eyes were full of disbelief.

"This thing is just made by the emperor casually!"

"Why? Is this hard to come by?"

Mo Wentian looked at Blade Ling, his face was light and clear.

It seems that what Mo Wentian said just now is true.

"Refined casually?"

"Is this impossible?"

"If you can refine the artifacts from the early Emperor rank, why do you come to my secret room?"

Talking to myself.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, a flash of light flashed in Jian Ling's eyes, and he asked quickly.

I have to say that the blade spirit of the Dragon Blade is not too stupid.

If Mo Wentian could really refine the artifacts of the early imperial stage casually, then he wouldn't need to come to this secret room.

There are quite a few people who come to this secret room of the Youlong Clan, and their purpose is nothing more than one, which is to **** the Youlong Blade.

"Shut up, it is our boss's business that our boss is coming, you are not qualified to ask!"

"Little ant, what you should think most now is how you want to live!"

Mo Wentian had not spoken yet, a figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Looking at Blade Ling, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with cold stern eyes.

"How do I most want to live?"

Looking at the little Jiao in front of him, a look of surprise flashed in Blade Ling's eyes.

"The emperor can give you a chance to surrender or die!"

The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's body, a kingly pressure spread.

You Yan said that the blade spirit of the Youlong Blade hasn't surrendered to anyone. The reason why he stayed in the Youlong Clan honestly is because he also belongs to the Youlong Clan.

This blade spirit does not surrender. What Mo Wentian likes to do is challenging things.

This Youlong Blade's blade spirit hasn't surrendered, so let him surrender without asking!

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a ray of light flashed.

"Surrender or die?"

"Boy, are you dreaming?"

"I am a strong man at the peak of the emperor, and you are only the realm of the emperor's consummation. If it weren't for this seal in your hand, you wouldn't even be able to stop my move!"

Hearing this, the blade spirit of Youlongblade stood up, looked at Mo Wentian, and laughed wildly.

It looks like he has heard some funny joke.

In the heart of Blade Spirit, Blade Spirit attributed all the power of Mo Wentian's strike just now to the seal of Shenlong.

As for Mo Wentian, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Can't even stop you with one move?"

"It seems that you are very suspicious of this emperor's strength!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Mo Wentian's voice was extremely low.

"Boy, the cultivation base of the ant realm is difficult for people to doubt, right?"

Blade Spirit stood proudly in the void, looking at Mo Wentian, a look of contempt rose in his eyes.

"Very good!"

"Little Ant, since you don't believe in the power of the emperor, how about you come to make a bet with the emperor?"

Something seems to have been thought of, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a sly look.

The blade spirit of the Dragon Blade in front of him, don't think so, he is not a person who will easily surrender.

Like a child, very naughty!

In this case, Mo Wentian can't use ordinary methods to treat this blade spirit.

"Bet?"

"What bet?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Jian Ling was curious.

"Fight against the emperor!"

"If the emperor wins, you surrender to the emperor!"

Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became serious, and his voice was extremely low.

"Fight with you?"

"You won and surrendered to you?"

"Hahahaha..."

"Boy, do you think this is a bet?"

"You are dying!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Blade Spirit actually laughed wildly.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian is making a bet with him. This is just a naked death.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, in one sentence, dare you to block this game with the emperor?"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were so cold that people couldn't help shrinking.

"Bet!"

"If you die, this seat will fulfill you!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Blade Spirit's expression instantly became serious, and he quickly agreed.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian, a small king of heaven, is consummated, and he wants to beheaded, but it's just easy.

Mo Wentian dared to die, why didn't he dare to fight!

On the other side, Mo Wentian, watching him agree, the corner of his mouth raised a wicked smile.

What Mo Wentian wanted, was the blade spirit agreed.

Mo Wentian has full confidence in defeating this blade spirit!