Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1742: Don’t give up until the Yellow River

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Chapter 1742 Don't give up until the Yellow River

"Eight apes are great!"

In the next moment, a cold glow flashed in the eyes of the eight-armed ape, and the figure flashed. In the void, there was originally only one figure of the eight-armed ape. At this moment, eight groups appeared, appearing in his Hands.

The aura on the eight-armed apes is exactly the same, just like Mo Wentian's clone.

Not only the appearance is the same, but all the breath is the same.

With an angry shout, the figure of the eight-armed apes in the void moved quickly.

Immediately, in the void, eight figures of eight-armed apes were actually located in eight positions, and a wave of violent and boundless power shrouded Mo Wentian.

"Not good!"

"This monkey actually showed his clone!"

The billowing power suppressed, and Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex gaze, and he said secretly in his heart.

These eight violent and boundless auras, divided into eight directions, shrouded towards Mo Wentian.

For a while, Mo Wentian was really unbearable.

"Hmm..."

With a muffled snort, traces of blood spilled from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Boy, this eight-armed ape has a clone, so do you kid!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came.

This voice is the voice of the old man in the ancient book.

"Yes!"

"Shadow clone!"

Listening to the reminding words of the old man from ancient books, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and a touch of joy appeared on his face instantly.

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian also flashed directly.

The next moment, in the void, Mo Wentian's figure became nine, and the breath of the nine Mo Wentians was exactly the same.

Even if he is an old man in ancient books who has been following Mo Wentian for a long time, he cannot tell which one is Mo Wentian's true body at this moment.

"Boy, you..."

"Are you going to be a clone?"

"But what about you being a clone? When this seat was in the middle of Tianzun, but with the help of the eight apes, he killed the strong in the latter stage."

"Even if you have a clone, you are not your opponent at all!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's figure turned into nine, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the eight-armed ape.

But the next moment, it seemed to be thinking of something, in the eyes of the eight-armed ape, a ray of light passed by, and his face shouted coldly.

He is confident that Mo Wentian will not be his opponent at all!

"Monkey, if you want to kill the emperor, I think you should die!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's nine figures, holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, slashed directly towards the eight figures of the eight-armed apes.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation base is only in the mid-term stage of the Emperor, he can't tell why. Looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, the eight-armed ape actually feels a breath of death at this moment, coming towards him. .

He has a strong hunch that if he continues to fight Mo Wentian here, he will die in the end!

Thinking this way, the eight-armed ape couldn't help but shudder.

"Impossible!"

"This little sub-district, the mid-term stage of the Emperor, will never be my opponent!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the eight-armed ape's eyes once again raised a touch of confidence.

At this moment, the power on his body has also skyrocketed a bit.

In the void, the eight figures rushed towards Mo Wentian.

"Good job!"

"You are so impatient to die, the emperor will fulfill you!"

Watching the eight-armed ape greet him, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Nine identical figures followed a flash, holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword directly towards the eight eight-armed apes and greeted them.

"Qiangqiang..."

"Boom..."

The violent sound resounded in the void.

Two figures flew out directly.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Wentian's mouth again.

The eight-armed ape on the opposite side was not much better. At this moment, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

The breath on his body fluctuates even more.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao and Huantian in Wentian Pavilion felt the decline of Mo Wentian's body, and a worried look rose in their eyes.

"Nothing!"

"This monkey is not hurt less than the emperor!"

Hearing this, in Mo Wentian's eyes, a ray of light passed by, lowering his voice.

The eight-armed apes at this moment are indeed not much better than Mo Wentian.

Even the injury he received was a bit heavier than Mo Wentian.

"Boss..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao and Huantian opened their mouths, trying to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"Boy, you..."

"How can your strength be so strong?"

At this moment, the eight-armed ape wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and looked at Mo Wentian, the eight-armed ape's eyes were full of awe.

In the eyes of the eight-armed ape, Mo Wentian's strength is good, but it is not enough to hurt him.

"The strength of the emperor is not what you can expect!"

"The emperor will give you one last chance, surrender or die!"

Looking at the changes in the expression of the eight-armed ape, a cold light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes and said in a cold voice.

"Surrender or die?"

"I think you are looking for death!"

It's okay if Mo Wentian didn't say this. As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the eight-armed ape was almost furious.

The blue veins on his body bulged in an instant. Looking at Mo Wentian, he made no secret of the killing intent in his eyes.

The breath on his body, at this moment, also became violent.

The Eight Apes once again used their great power and blasted towards Mo Wentian.

"Boss, this monkey is shooting at you again!"

Looking at this scene, Xiao Jiao's voice rang in Mo Wentian's ears.

"This monkey, it seems that he will not give up until the Yellow River!"

The cold voice sounded, and a cold light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.

At the same time, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand trembled crazily, as if the next moment he was about to shoot at the eight-armed ape.

"Boy, don't be afraid of this eight-armed ape, his soul, but eight hundred meters, you want to suppress him, it is not easy!"

"You and him fight hard, with your strength, you can indeed defeat him, but you have to lose it too!"

And just as Mo Wentian was about to take action, a voice came.

"Soul?"

"My soul has reached a thousand feet, and this eight-armed ape's soul is only 800 feet, he is not my opponent at all!"

"However, senior ancient books, since you have known that the spirit of the eight-armed ape is only eight hundred feet, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Muttering in his mouth, Mo Wentian seemed to be thinking of something, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This ancient book old man, in fact, has long seen that the spirit of the eight-armed ape is only eight hundred feet, but he even made Mo Wentian and the eight-armed ape fight hard.

This makes Mo Wentian's heart angry and funny.