Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1183: The strength is not weak

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Chapter 1183 The strength is not weak

"Boss, what about me?"

"Should I take action now and smash all the offal of the longicorn tribe into slag?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's eyes instantly rose with an incomparable light.

The billowing breath on his body is even more impulsive.

"The strength of these celestial cows is not weak!"

"Don't shoot at them yet, let me try the strength of this old man!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an extremely cold light flashed.

How could Mo Wentian not understand what Xiao Jiao meant? This is Xiao Jiao wanting to fight a battle.

It's okay for the disciples of other Tianniu tribes to say, but this four elders of Tianniu tribe, Mo Wentian always feels not easy.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, the look on Xiao Jiao's face instantly dimmed.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The next moment, a cold drink sounded, and Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all. He punched and greeted him directly at the thousands of zhang seals in the void.

With Mo Wentian's punch, Mo Wentian's power surged instantly.

Above Mo Wentian's fist, there was a dragon roaring wildly.

"Hahahaha..."

"Boy, you are a little late king of heaven, you actually punched directly, resisting the elder's long-beef seal, I don't think you know what it is like to crush!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't use any artifact, he just greeted him with a punch, Jiang Jinfeng laughed wildly.

The ridiculous voice followed closely.

At this moment, Jiang Jinfeng seemed to have seen something funny, and he couldn't stop laughing.

You should know that although Mo Wentian's cultivation base broke through a small realm, it was only the late stage of the Heavenly King.

In the ordinary late stage of the emperor, let alone in front of a strong man like Jiang Jinfeng, even in front of the emperor's consummation, it is just an ant.

The original Jiang Jinfeng was a little afraid of the terrifying power of Mo Wentian's rumored time wheel.

But at this moment, watching Mo Wentian just greeted him with a punch, which made Jiang Jinfeng's heart happy.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian will undoubtedly die under his cow seal. As for the time roulette, Mo Wentian didn't even have a chance to use it.

Furthermore, an idea arose in his heart, that is, after Mo Wentian's death, the legendary time roulette, which is beyond the king's level, is his.

"Yes, this kid is really indifferent. The Fourth Elder is a strong man in the middle of the emperor's half-step period. He just greeted him with a punch. Isn't it a death?"

"Don't say that the four elders used the long-horned beetle seal, even if the four elders fist against him, I think this kid will be crushed!"

"Arrogance always pays for arrogance!"

"This kid, we must kill him and let a monster pretend to be our fourth elder. This is simply despising my long-beau tribe and despising the fourth elder!"

……

As Jiang Jinfeng's extremely cold voice sounded, the disciples of the Tianniu tribe looked at Mo Wentian with gloomy faces, and the killing intent in their eyes was even more unconcealed.

"The taste of crushing?"

"I am afraid that the emperor will not be able to understand the taste of old smashed pieces and crushing. It is you who will have a deep understanding!"

Listening to those voices of discussion, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.

But the next moment, I seemed to think of something. Looking at Jiang Jinfeng, Mo Wentian's eyes were terrifying.

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and blasted directly at Jiang Jinfeng with a punch.

"Sky Bull Seal!"

"Suppress me!"

While watching Mo Wentian's figure accelerate towards him, Jiang Jinfeng was not to be outdone, and once again shot one by one in his hand.

As he printed each of these tactics, the aura of the thousands of feet of celestial beetle became more and more terrifying.

At the same time, the aura on Jiang Jinfeng's body also skyrocketed, and the terrifying power was even more violent in an instant.

"Boom..."

There was a violent crash.

In the void, I saw Mo Wentian's punch directly hitting the cow print that day.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flew out directly.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of blood came out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's face turned pale.

On the other hand, Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe, stood proudly and did not even move a step.

It seems that at this moment, he has not received the slightest harm.

"Boss..."

"Boss..."

Looking at the scene of Mo Wentian, two figures flashed, and instantly appeared beside Mo Wentian.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian who appeared beside him, Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly, his face lightened.

"This old messy body is so strong!"

Mo Wentian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Jiang Jinfeng in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise.

Mo Wentian thought that a punch was enough to block Jiang Jinfeng's celestial bull mark, but he didn't expect that Jiang Jinfeng's physique was so strong.

This is indeed a bit unexpected for Mo Wentian, and Mo Wentian couldn't help but secretly said.

"Boss, let me take a shot with you and kill this old mess!"

The next moment, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was terrifying, and his momentum was about to grow.

"Little Jiao, the emperor knows that you are worried about me!"

"Don't worry, this emperor hasn't made a move yet. If I use the Heaven Devouring Sword and Time Roulette, this old mess will definitely die!"

"You and Huantian still have your mission!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complicated look.

But the next moment, there was a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, and his face was very relaxed.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, the killing intent in Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly disappeared.

He wanted to say something, but opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Boy, how is it?"

"How does this elder's longhorn seal taste?"

At this moment, Jiang Jinfeng looked at Mo Wentian with a smug expression.

"Look, Don Wentian, that kid is not the opponent of the Fourth Elder at all!"

"Yes, the strength of the fourth elders, but five or six cities, this kid can't stop it!"

"Don't look at what this kid's cultivation base is, this kid is the ant of the late Heavenly King!"

"The ants in the late stage of the kingdom of heaven are already very good if they can block the move of the four elders!"

……

Jiang Jinfeng's arrogant voice sounded, and the disciples of the Tianniu tribe also recovered from the daze.

Countless figures, looking at Mo Wentian with their eyes, couldn't help talking.