Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 815: The Five Demons of the Demon Race

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Chapter 815 Five Demons of the Demon Race

The expressions of Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian also became slightly solemn.

The five members of the Demon Race in front of them have reached the mid-Tianjun stage in strength, and they are still warriors who have stayed in the mid-Tianjun stage for a long time. For them, they only need a chance to break into the late stage of the Heavenly King. .

Such a strong person is already comparable to the late Tianjun.

The cultivation of Xiao Jiao, Wu Jingfeng, and Wu Sheng were in the early stage of Tianjun.

The ones they can fight against are at best the warriors in the mid-Tianjun period.

If there is a war here now, the one who suffers the most will be Mo Wentian.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a slightly solemn voice.

"What to do?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then said with a smile.

"What else can we do? Others have already killed us, so of course we must kill them back!"

Mo Wentian looked at the five people in front of him, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Kill back?"

The expressions of Xiao Jiao and others were slightly taken aback, and Wu Sheng and Wu Jingfeng looked at Mo Wentian with surprise.

These five people are not ordinary mid-Tianjun powerhouses, and the combined combat power of the five people is definitely beyond the existence of the late-Tianjun.

"Little Jiao, give you the one on the left, Wu Sheng, give you the two on the right of Wu Jingfeng, and give the remaining two to me!"

"As for the magic sky..."

Mo Wentian looked at Huantian and shook his head slightly.

"Enter Wentian and stay here!"

Huantian’s cultivation base has not yet broken through, and the cultivation base is not very strong. What's more, let Huantian enter the Wentian Pavilion, Mo Wentian has other greater uses.

What I have encountered now is just the smallest.

"Enter Wentian Pavilion and stay, boss, I..."

Huantian opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

The five people in front of him, if Huantian were to use his strength to fight, then he really couldn't beat any of them.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then the figure flashed, disappearing in place, and when it appeared again, it had already appeared in the Wentian Pavilion.

"Little Jiao, kill!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian suddenly took a step forward and blasted out with a punch.

"Kill!"

The murderous intent in Xiao Jiao's eyes also suddenly skyrocketed, and his figure instantly transformed from a small snake into a hundred-foot-long jumping dragon, standing proudly in the void, full of power.

"You dare to fight and die?"

The eyes of the five disciples of the demons were filled with surprise.

Then he seemed to think of something and said with a gloomy face.

"Boy, if you enter the Jiuyou Cavern, it is really not so easy to kill you, but now you dare to take the initiative to fight, this is simply looking for death!"

The five mid-level masters of the demon race have murderous intent in the sky.

"Really?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

The martial artist in the middle of the five heavenly monarchs is indeed very strong, but if you want to kill Mo Wentian, the difference is not even a star.

"Look at your grandfather Xiao Jiao, my dragon waving its tail!"

Xiao Jiao's angry voice came, and in the void, Xiao Jiao dodged his body, and his huge tail was directly thrown at the leftmost Demon Clan disciple.

The vast and boundless power shook the void.

At this moment, the aura on Xiao Jiao's body rose in an instant, reaching the terrifying mid-term stage of Heavenly Sovereign.

"This little reptile turned out to be a dragon!"

"This Tianlong hides the cultivation base, and the power of his tail flutter is comparable to the mid-term stage of Tianjun."

"It seems that among the Jiuyou clan, they are not all ants!"

"What about the mid-term Tianjun, I will die when I meet Fan Jin!"

……

Looking at the little Jiao standing proudly in the void, the expressions of the five were slightly surprised.

"Purple You Sword!"

"Kill!"

In the next instant, the middle-aged man on the far left saw Xiao Jiao's tail thrown at him, and a sword directly greeted him.

The sword was glowing with purple light, and it looked terrifying from a distance.

"Kill!"

One person, one dragon, instantly slaying together, the terrifying sword aura and the billowing dragon power, raging out.

In front of the entire Jiuyou Cave, there was an instant mess.

"Boy, you should die too!"

At this moment, two other middle-aged men entangled Mo Wentian instantly.

"Wuxu Ding!

"Dead!"

As one of the middle-aged men roared, a mysterious tripod appeared in the void.

The ancient tripod is full of power, and it looks terrifying from a distance.

In the next instant, I saw the middle-aged man, holding the ancient tripod in one hand, and came directly toward Mo Wentian to suppress him.

The terrible power, even the surrounding void, shook.

"Boom..."

Gu Ding and Mo Wentian's fists collided together, and Mo Wentian only felt that there was a small hill pressing on him.

If it weren't for Mo Wentian's terrifying physique, he would be crushed directly by this cauldron if he replaced it with other ordinary warriors.

"In the mid-term of Heavenly King, this power is good!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a cold light appeared.

This man, Xu Shi knew that he was not qualified, so he put all his thoughts on this martial art.

The power of this ancient ding has surpassed the power of the mid-Tianjun stage and reached the power of the late-Tianjun stage.

"Are you blocking it?"

Seeing Mo Wentian blocking his Yiding tripod, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately slapped his hands one by one.

Yiding once again fiercely suppressed Mo Wentian.

"Wuxu Ding: Shaking all directions!"

"Suppress me!"

The man roared again and again. As the man's tripod fell, the surrounding space seemed to solidify, and the pressure instantly doubled, madly suppressing Mo Wentian.

"What a strong pressure!"

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, his face rose with a solemn look.

Mo Wentian thought that it would be easy to solve these old guys in front of him.

So he didn't even want to take out the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, but he did not expect that the strength of these old guys exceeded his expectations.

"Quit!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's body retreated back like lightning.

But in the process of retreating, Mo Wentian's hand didn't stop, he punched out one by one, and immediately greeted him with a punch.

"Boom boom boom..."

With one punch and one trip, they collided violently in the void.

With every impact, Mo Wentian felt his body as if being hit by a hill.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Mo Wentian's body instantly moved away from the man.

"What a strong kid!"

The two middle-aged men looked at Mo Wentian with shock in their eyes.

Both of them are strong in the middle of Tianjun, playing out the strength of the latter, and Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun.

But it was the warrior in this mid-term Heavenly Sovereign, who actually blocked the two of them.

Furthermore, although the two of them were not injured on the surface, in fact, their bodies had been injured internally, but it was only because of the face, they did not appear.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Watching Mo Wentian retreat, Xiao Jiao's slightly worried voice came.