Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1792: War against Yu Hao

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Chapter 1792 Battle against Yu Hao

"Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Break the world with a sword!"

An angry voice sounded, and Mo Wentian shot directly at Yu Hao with a sword.

"Boy, it is not so easy to kill me!"

Looking at Mo Wentian slashing towards him, Yu Hao's eyes shrank suddenly, and the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed.

"Lei Qilin gloves!"

The next moment, Yu Hao gave a cold voice.

"Rumble..."

A violent explosion sounded, and a pair of thunder-powered gloves appeared in the void.

Along with the appearance of the glove, a huge thunder unicorn appeared in the void.

On Lei Qilin, the power of lightning is terrifying.

That Lei Qilin looked at Mo Wentian, the power of thunder and lightning in his eyes was immense, and at the same time, the mouth of Lei Qilin's blood basin was even more open.

"Thunder Fist!"

With a cold shout, the Lei Qilin glove from the Void Meeting instantly slipped on Yu Hao.

As Yu Hao put on the Lei Qilin glove, Yu Hao's power once again skyrocketed.

The power of thunder and lightning is even more arrogant in Yu Hao's body.

"Dead!"

A death word fell, and Yu Hao directly greeted Mo Wentian.

"Hoho..."

As soon as Yu Hao took the shot, the ten thousand-foot Thunder Qilin in the void roared.

Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed towards Mo Wentian.

"Lei Qilin gloves?"

"Miss, this is Thunder Kirin glove, this Thunder Kirin glove is an artifact of the pinnacle of the Emperor!"

"Mo Wentian, I can't stop it now!"

"Miss, shall we do it?"

Looking at this scene in the void, Ying'er not far away, her heart tightened, her expression extremely tense.

"Ying'er, don't underestimate Mo Wentian!"

"Our identity does not allow us to act at will. We can't show up until the critical moment of life and death!"

At this moment, listening to Ying'er, Mo Qingqing's brows frowned even more.

But the next moment, it seems that I remembered something, Mo Qingqing's expression changed slightly, and said indifferently.

The worries in Mo Qingqing's heart are not less than those of Ying'er, and she also wants to take action to solve Yu Hao.

But she had met Yu Hao before. Yu Hao knew her identity, and she could not let her identity leak out.

Once her identity is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking about this, a complex gleam flashed in Mo Qingqing's eyes, and the slender hands were even more tightly clenched at this moment.

"Miss, this is an emergency!"

"Lei Qilin gloves are the artifacts of the imperial pinnacle. Coupled with Yu Hao's cultivation base, Mo Wentian can't stop it!"

"Yu Hao's attack, I am afraid it will kill Mo Wentian!"

In Yinger's heart, there is only one thought at this moment, and that is to take action and save Mo Wentian.

In her opinion, Mo Wentian's cultivation base is really too bad, it is impossible for him to block Yu Hao's two punches.

"Ying'er..."

After hearing this, Mo Qingqing's expression was extremely cold, and he shouted coldly.

"Miss..."

It's hard for Mo Qingqing to talk to her like this. Looking at Mo Qingqing's cold face, in Ying'er's heart, even though she wanted to make a move, she still held back.

It's just that both eyes looked at the void again, at the figure.

In her heart, she prayed secretly, praying that Mo Wentian could stop Yu Hao.

"Lei Qilin gloves?"

"This glove is very good!"

"If you give me boxing and training, it would be good!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian, looking at Yu Hao who was blasting towards him, put his eyes on the Lei Qilin glove.

At this moment, in Mo Wentian's heart, he was not thinking about how to block Yu Hao, but about taking Lei Qilin's gloves off.

"Boy, death is approaching, since you are still coveting this Young Master's Lei Qilin glove?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yu Hao's eyes shrank suddenly.

Two fists blasted directly at Mo Wentian's chest.

"Qiangqiang..."

"Boom..."

But just as Yu Hao's two punches were about to hit Mo Wentian's chest, a divine sword with a cold glow blocked Mo Wentian's chest.

"I want to blast the emperor to death!"

"You don't have this skill yet!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian directly used the sword of breaking the world.

"Boom..."

The next moment, in the void, two figures flew out directly.

"Puff..."

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

The look on Mo Wentian's face turned pale instantly.

"Buzzing..."

Mo Wentian's mind moved, and a few pills appeared in his hands, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian threw them directly into his mouth.

As he swallowed a few pills, the fluctuating aura in Mo Wentian's body instantly stabilized a lot.

"Tianzun Peak Realm!"

"Sure enough!"

Wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Yu Hao on the opposite side, Mo Wentian's eyes were somewhat unconcealable.

Originally, Mo Wentian thought that his sixth-layer Nine-Dragon Body of the Immortal Body had broken through to its peak, and it was not difficult to contend with Yu Hao.

Unexpectedly, the powerhouse in the pinnacle stage of Tianzun is so much stronger than Tianzun's consummation.

Yu Hao's strength really exceeded Mo Wentian's expectations.

"Miss, blocked it!"

"Mo Wentian blocked Yu Hao's two punches and only suffered minor injuries!"

Ying'er, who was not far away, also recovered from the shock.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Ying'er's eyes were a little unbelievable.

"Not only was blocked and slightly injured, he also injured Yu Hao!"

Mo Qingqing seemed to have discovered something, and the corner of his mouth grinned slightly, raising a radian.

"You hurt Yu Hao?"

Na Na muttered to herself, Ying'er's eyes looked towards Yu Hao.

"Hmm..."

Just when Ying'er looked at Yu Hao, Yu Hao let out a sullen voice, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Miss, this..."

"This Yu Hao is really hurt!"

"Why is Mo Wentian's strength so strong? Isn't his cultivation level only in the mid-term?"

Seeing Yu Hao's injury, Ying'er's heart became more and more impressive, and she quickly asked.

"The strength of some people is not measured by their cultivation base!"

Mo Qingqing's eyes looked at Mo Wentian. What she didn't even know was that the corners of her mouth raised at the moment, so rich.

"Some people's strength is not measured by cultivation base?"

"Miss, who are you talking about?"

Listening to Mo Qingqing's words, Ying'er was puzzled, almost subconsciously asking.

"Mo Wentian is in front of you!"

A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Qingqing's expression was extremely firm.

"Hmm!"

Ying'er nodded in agreement after hearing this.

As Mo Qingqing and Ying'er were discussing, the old woman and old man in the void also nodded in satisfaction.

For Mo Wentian, their hearts became more and more recognized.