Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1581: The Great War, the Demon War
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Chapter 1581 The Great War and the Demon War
"Will you keep me alive?"
"Old clerk, then you have to have this ability!"
The cold voice sounded.
"Sword Art of Destroying Soul!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted angrily, and directly displayed the Soul Destruction Sword Art.
As Mo Wentian's Soul Slayer Sword Art was used again, each sword elemental force mixed with the Soul Slayer power shrouded in the magic war.
"Boy, you are fine!"
"Since you want to die so much, the deity will fulfill you!"
Looking at Mo Wentian slaying towards him again, the killing intent in Mo Zhan's eyes instantly skyrocketed.
"The Devil's Palm!"
With a sharp shout, You Devil's palm shot again and greeted Mo Wentian.
At this moment, the Devil's Palm displayed by the magic war is not even more powerful than the previous ones.
If it is said that Mo Zhan's original palm is 30% of his strength, then the palm at this moment has reached 60%, or even 70%.
"The power of this palm is really terrifying. Ask the emperor, can he stop it?"
"I believe the boss, there must be no problem!"
"This magic war is not an ordinary strong man, can the boss really win it?"
"The strong Tianzun is the strong Tianzun, even if the body is destroyed for millions of years, the strength is still so strong!"
……
Looking at the magic battle in the void again, Xiao Jiao and the others suddenly became noisy.
Their eyes were staring at the void without blinking. They seemed to be afraid of missing a wonderful moment.
"Sword Art of Destroying Soul!"
"Exterminate you old scumbag!"
"Go!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's cold and stern voice resounded in the void.
I saw Mo Wentian at this moment, holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, directly slashing towards the phantom of the magic war.
"Boy!"
"Destroy me, you are still tender!"
Ma Zhan was not to be outdone, and directly greeted him with a palm.
"Boom..."
The next moment, a violent collision came.
Mo Wentian's body flew out directly.
"Puff..."
Mo Wentian's mouth was full of blood.
"As expected to be the powerhouse of Tianzun Consummation!"
"This strength is so terrible even if the body is gone!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes had a magnificent expression.
The strength of the magic battle before him has obviously exceeded Mo Wentian's expectations.
Mo Wentian originally thought that even if his Soul Extinguishing Sword Art was used, even if he couldn't kill Demon War, it could at least hurt him.
But I didn't expect that there would be nothing in the magic war.
"No!"
"The breath of this old man is declining!"
But at this moment, when Mo Wentian's eyes swept towards the Magic Zhan Phantom, he found that the aura on the Mo Zhan body was rapidly decreasing.
It seems that he was seriously injured.
At this moment, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Muzhan was injured and the aura on his body dropped. For Mo Wentian, this was simply a good thing.
Devil War is injured, which means that it is easier for him to kill Demon War!
Thinking like this, in Mo Wentian's eyes, a ray of light flashed, and a touch of confidence rose in his heart.
"This... how is this possible?"
"Even if this kid understands the Soul Destruction Sword Art, he can't hurt me with his cultivation base, but now I have suffered internal injuries, this..."
At this moment of the magic war, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of disbelief.
Especially when he felt the breath on his body, which was falling rapidly, the bad premonition surged in his heart again.
"Old chopsticks, if you are injured, you are injured!"
"There is no need to hold on, it is not a shame to be hurt by the Emperor!"
Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at the phantom opposite, and said with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.
Even though he was injured, he has the Heaven Devouring God Technique, and it only takes a while to recover.
The Demon Battle in front of me had just emerged from the Demon Soul Seal, and the body was gone. At this moment, the Demon Battle was injured again, and it was not easy for the Demon Battle to recover.
"It's not a shame to be hurt by you?"
"Boy, you..."
"Hmm..."
It's okay if Mo Wentian didn't say this. As soon as Mo Wentian said this, Mo Zhan only felt the blood in his heart churn.
The next moment, the words will not be finished in the future, and only a taste of salty and sweetness can be felt, which surges up instantly, and the corners of the mouth are overflowing with blood.
"Old miscellaneous, listening to the emperor, spit out a suffocated blood, isn't it much better?"
"Hahahaha..."
Looking at the blood overflowing from the corner of Mo Zhan's mouth, Mo Wentian laughed wildly.
That look, in the eyes of Mo Zhan, it is just as ironic as it is.
"Boy, don't be smug too early!"
"Yes, I was really hurt by you, but you just got hurt a little while I was not paying attention!"
"Today, you must die!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's frantic laughter, the killing intent in Mo Zhan's eyes was terrifying.
An aura of Xiao killing even spread out from his body.
"It will only be you who die!"
Listening to Mo Zhan's words, Mo Wentian's expression became extremely cold.
Looking at Mo Zhan, the killing intent in his eyes is even more unabashed.
"Sword Art of Destroying Soul!"
"Come again!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, and directly operated the Soul Destruction Sword Art again.
"Tear..."
This time, Mo Wentian, a sword shot, wherever the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword passed, a striking crack appeared in the void.
The crack is growing bigger and bigger in the void, and the endless turbulence of the void is rolling out from the void.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Looking at this scene, Mo Zhan's eyes were full of disdain.
Although he was hurt by Mo Wentian just now, but in his opinion, it was nothing more than his carelessness. As for Mo Wentian beheading him, it was impossible in his opinion. .
Especially when thinking of Mo Wentian's cultivation base, Mo Zhan's eyes are full of contempt.
Immediately, he showed the Demon Palm again and greeted Mo Wentian.
"Old chopsticks, good job!"
"With one palm and one palm shot, the emperor wants to see, how can you do it after cutting your dog's paw!"
Looking at Mo Zhan's palm to greet him again, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said coldly.
In the void, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, speeding up, and slashing towards the palm of Demon Zhan.
"Boy, want to chop my palm?"
"I can't help myself!"
While watching Mo Wentian's sword slash towards the palm of his hand, Mo Zhan's mouth raised a wicked smile.
He is the Demon Sovereign of the Nether Demon Race, an existence above ten thousand people. Among his Nether Demon Race, it is this Nether Demon Palm that cultivates.
And this Nether Demon Palm needs to be cultivated, not for ordinary warriors, the disciples of their Nether Demon Race, in addition to the need to strengthen their physique, this palm needs training to be able to regenerate.
And Mozhan, as the patriarch of the Youmo clan, this palm rebirth, he couldn't be more familiar.
Therefore, when Mo Wentian a sword slashed towards his palm, he didn't have the slightest fear. Some of them were just like watching a good show of the clown.