Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1093: Four percent strength

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Chapter 1093 Four percent strength

"Boy, it's ridiculous that I want me to surrender to you a small mid-term ant of the king!"

"Sky Bull Sword Jue: Cut!"

Mo Wentian's arrogant voice came, and Yuan Po's eyes were terrifying killing intent.

With a cold cry, holding both Tianniu swords, he slashed towards Mo Wentian again.

"Old miscellaneous, you really can't give up on the Yellow River!"

"Shenlong Fist!"

Watching Yuan Po Yijian cut again, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank slightly.

In the void, nine Mo Wentian punches instantly.

"Hoho..."

Following Mo Wentian's punch, there seemed to be an ancient, peerless dragon, roaring out of Mo Wentian's fist.

The billowing punching force came out even more, and from a distance, it was terrifying.

"Boy, my celestial beau double swords, but the king-level consummation artifacts, you directly punched them!"

"You are looking for death!"

Looking at Mo Wentian greeted him with a punch, Yuan Po instantly laughed wildly.

It looks like he heard the funniest joke at this time.

"Hahahaha...Does this kid think that he can block Lord City Lord with his punch!"

"I looked at the kid, today I am about to die in his arrogance!"

"So arrogant, death deserves it!"

"Under the sword of Lord City Lord, this kid probably won't even be able to escape!"

……

Listening to Yuan Po's endless laughter, countless martial artists also laughed.

Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of disdain.

"Qiangqiang..."

"Boom..."

The next moment, in the void, nine Mo Wentian and nine directions, blast towards Yuan Po.

"Not good!"

"This is the clone of that kid!"

Yuan Po cut down with a sword, and saw the figure of Mo Wentian in the void, instantly dispersing.

Suddenly, a bad feeling arose in Yuan Po's heart.

Just cut to a clone of Mo Wentian, and in the void, there are eight Mo Wentian blasts towards him.

Yuan Po was slightly stunned, and he recovered and quickly blocked the two swords of the celestial bull in front of him.

But how could the two Heavenly Bull Swords stop eight Mo Wentians?

"How about old chopsticks?"

"The emperor reminded you long ago, don't make unnecessary struggles!"

"Taste the taste of the Emperor's Dragon Fist!"

The cold voice sounded, and a gleam of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

"Boom..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, and the eight Mo Wentians came directly towards Yuan Po.

Undoubtedly, Yuan Po's body flew out directly.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of blood was spit out from Yuan Po's mouth.

"My Lord Santos was defeated! Lord Santos was actually defeated by this kid!"

"How is this possible? Isn't this kid's cultivation level in his mid-term?"

"How could this kid be so strong?"

"Does the Lord Lord really beat this kid?"

"The Lord of the City can't fight him. Who else can fight him in Juancheng?"

……

Looking at Yuan Po flying upside down, countless warriors were taken aback for a moment and came back to their senses.

Looking at Mo Wentian, one after another, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Boy, you..."

"Why are you so strong?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were full of surprise.

You know, Mo Wentian's cultivation base is only in the mid-term of the king, and he is a powerhouse for the consummation of the king.

He thought that even if he couldn't stop the eight clones of Mo Wentian, he couldn't get hurt because of his physique.

But what he didn't know was that Mo Wentian's punch just now only showed less than 50% of his power.

If Mo Wentian had displayed 80% of his power, he would have already become a dead body.

"Old miscellaneous, you are really a frog at the bottom of the well. This emperor's power is only 40-50%!"

"You think this emperor is strong, then if this emperor shows 70% to 80%, don't you have to kneel down to worship this emperor?"

Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po with a wicked smile on his face and said coldly and arrogantly.

"But 40-50%?"

"Is this impossible?"

"No, boy, you have hidden the cultivation base!"

Na Na muttered to himself, suddenly, as if thinking of something, a flash of cold light flashed in Yuan Po's eyes.

The next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, he said coldly.

"Hidden repair base?"

"Old miscellaneous, this emperor is the mid-term state of the king!"

Hearing this, the evil smile raised at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became a bit richer.

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of contempt.

"Boss, if you don't talk to this old clerk, just kill him directly!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed with cold light, looking at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"This old mess, keep it useful!"

In the depths of Mo Wentian's eyes, a complex gleam flashed, and he said in a low voice.

"Keep it still useful?"

"Boss, this old miscellaneous cultivation base, but the realm of the Heavenly King's Consummation, we don't lack such a tasteless Heavenly King's Consummation Martial Artist!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao was full of doubts, frowned slightly, and asked.

"Heaven Devouring the Kingdom of God does not lack a perfect martial artist like him, but this Juancheng lacks!"

Something seemed to be remembered, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold light, and said in a cold voice.

"Boss, I understand!"

"Do you want to keep this old crap, and let this old **** take care of it when we conquer Juancheng?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao understood in an instant, looking at Mo Wentian, a bright light appeared in his eyes.

"Yes!"

"After conquering this Juan City, it naturally needs our people to manage it!"

Mo Wentian nodded and said with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.

"Boss..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Old miscellaneous, this emperor will give you another chance!"

"Surrender or die!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at Yuan Po, cold cedar trees in his eyes, he shouted coldly.

"Boy, if you want me to surrender, then you have to have this strength!"

"Fight again!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, he seemed to see his future in this young man in the middle of the king.

What's more, his heart is a little loose, and there is a feeling of wanting to surrender Mo Wentian.

But, in the next moment, I thought that he was the lord of Juancheng. If he had only surrendered to Mo Wentian, what was his dignity?

"Old crap, you still don't give up!"

"If you want to fight the emperor, I will play with you again!"

After hearing this, looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with a sneer.