Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1012: Death within three strokes


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Chapter 1012 Kill in three strokes

"Return to Lord City Lord, it's not Jiang Yujie!"

"This person is not a member of our Tianniu tribe!"

Listening to Han Jin's words, the Hancheng disciple who reported the letter, did not hesitate at all, and quickly answered.

"It's not Jiang Hai, nor Jiang Yujie, who is this person?"

"By the way, what did you say this person said?"

Han Jin's eyes were full of doubts.

For this young man, there was a sense of curiosity in Han Jin's heart.

"He said...he said he would let you..."

"Let the lord of the city go out in person... kneel down to meet him!"

The disciple of Hancheng, when he said this, his body trembled even more.

But facing the Hancheng City Lord in front of him, he dared not say anything.

"Go out and bow down to meet you?"

"It's ridiculous. This city lord is ranked 105th in Hancheng. He, a small Licheng city lord, dare to let the city lord bow down to welcome him?"

"I'm going to see, who is this, how arrogant!"

Hearing this, Han Jin's eyes shrank suddenly, and a cold light flashed away.

Immediately, Han Jin's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

As Han Jin left, the disciple of Hancheng breathed a sigh of relief.

When he appeared again, Han Jin's figure had already appeared in front of the gate of Hancheng.

As soon as he appeared, looking at the scene before him, a solemn expression rose on his face.

"Boss, that person should be the lord of this Hancheng!"

Something seemed to have been discovered, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared on Mo Wentian's shoulder, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flickered.

"Here, I haven't shown up yet!"

"I'm still the city lord of Hancheng, I think it's a tortoise with a shrunken head!"

Looking at the sound, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Han Jin's body.

Looking at Han Jin, Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a wicked smile spread.

"The Lord of the City is here!"

"Meet the Lord of the City!"

"Meet the Lord of the City!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, a group of figures came back to their senses, looked at Han Jin in the corner of the city gate, and quickly bowed down.

Han Jin had nowhere to hide after all these figures came, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

In the next moment, he could only stand out from the crowd.

"Who came to me in Hancheng?"

Han Jin looked at Mo Wentian, who was standing in front of the Licheng disciples, with a cold face.

"It's the emperor!"

"Shrink the head tortoise, the emperor is not here to make trouble, the emperor is here this time to borrow something from you!"

After hearing this, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, stepped forward and stood up directly.

Looking at Han Jin, his eyes are full of Leng Ao Wushuang.

"Boy, who are you talking about?"

"If you come to borrow something from the lord, then you have to have an attitude of borrowing something?"

"But when you brought so many people here, is it the attitude of borrowing things?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a flash of anger rose in Han Jin's eyes.

"Shrink the head tortoise, the emperor wants to borrow the artifacts and elixir in your treasure house!"

"A word, do you want to borrow or not!"

Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes fell suddenly cold, and his voice was full of cold words.

"Boy, if you want to lend me something from Hancheng, then you have to tell me, who are you?"

Hearing this, Han Jin couldn't help clenching his hands into fists, and the joints couldn't help creaking. Looking at Mo Wentian, those cold eyes became more and more gloomy.

"Only you, don't deserve to know who this emperor is!"

"The emperor will give you another chance. Do you want to borrow or not borrow the artifacts and elixir in your treasury?"

The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes full of Leng Ao Wushuang.

"Boy, you are just an ant in the early days of the little king!"

"The city lord, the cultivation base has already broken through to the peak of the heavenly king, you still want more things in the treasure house of Hancheng, I think you are dreaming!"

Han Jin's eyes drenched slightly, and when he saw Mo Wentian's cultivation base, the corners of his mouth raised an arc full of contempt.

"Shrink the head turtle, would you dare to make a bet with the emperor?"

I seemed to think of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and then a sly arc rose from the corner of his mouth, saying indifferently.

"Bet?"

"What bet?"

Han Jin was slightly stunned, and when he recovered, he almost blurted out subconsciously.

"You have a battle with the emperor, if the emperor wins, you will lend me all the things in your Hancheng treasure house!"

"But if the emperor loses, then all of the emperor's calendar will be given to you!"

Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes flashed, God said indifferently.

Han Jin, the city lord of Hancheng, although his cultivation has reached the peak of the heavenly king, his aura is very unstable.

It can be seen that he must have just broken through.

Actually, for the current Mo Wentian, let alone the pinnacle of the heavenly king, even if it is the consummation of the heavenly king, it is easy for Mo Wentian to kill him.

"If we lose, we will all be Hancheng? Is the bet of the emperor a bit big?"

"What are you afraid of? Although the emperor's cultivation is only in the early stage of the heavenly king, the strength of the emperor is not measured by his cultivation!"

"Yes, City Lord Jiang Hai is a lesson!"

"In the hands of our emperor, it seems that Han Jin has been planted today!"

……

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the disciples in Licheng couldn't help talking.

"What? This kid wants to fight the city lord. Is he crazy?"

"His cultivation base can be used in the early stage of the heavenly king, and our city lord, the cultivation base has reached the peak of the heavenly king, and he wants to fight the city lord without his own means. I think he is looking for death!"

"I see Lord City Lord, you can kill this kid without three moves!"

"This kid is probably going to die here today. According to what he said, if he loses, all Licheng will belong to me in Hancheng!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, countless Hancheng disciples started talking excitedly.

They looked at Mo Wentian as if they were looking at a funny joke. Some warriors couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Boy, can you take this seriously?"

Han Jin's eyes were full of self-confidence after listening to the discussions of Han Cheng's disciples.

The next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, his face was cold.

"A tortoise with a shrunken head, this emperor has no need to lie to you!"

Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, the arc of the corners of his mouth became richer, but those eyes were full of contempt.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

"This city lord will definitely let you know the cost of arrogance!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's mouth, a tortoise with a shrunken head, Han Jin's brows frowned, and the anger in his eyes was even more unconcealed.


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