Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 866: Fan Zeng begged to surrender

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Chapter 866 Fan Zeng knelt and begged to surrender

"Fan Zeng is really arrogant, he didn't see Mo Wentian that terrible!"

"If he saw the horror of this kid Mo Wentian, I am afraid he would not dare to speak like this at the moment!"

"There is a good show!"

……

Outside the main hall, those figures looked at Fan Zeng by the pool, with a look of good play.

"Xiao Jinghen, what anxious!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's mouth was slightly indifferent.

"Yes, master!"

Xiao Jinghen quickly answered respectfully, his eyes looking at Mo Wentian were full of admiration.

"Mo Wentian, do you think that with Xiao Jinghen's perfect cultivation level, he can beat me?"

Fan Zeng’s eyes were full of sneers, and his voice was even more arrogant.

"Xiao Jinghen can't beat you alone, but what if you add him?"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian turned his eyes to the Mozun Duan Fan aside.

Seeing Xiao Jinghen appearing, Fan Zeng's attention was all on Xiao Jinghen, and he didn't even notice the demon lord not far away.

"This...Who is this person?"

Hearing this, Fan Zeng looked at the mutilated Demon Venerable, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Boy, you can know the deity too!"

Mozun took a step forward, looked at Fan Zeng with a fierce face, and said coldly.

"Master, leave it to me!"

"The emperor doesn't have so much time. You go together, take ten breaths, and solve him for me!"

The cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, master!"

Xiao Jinghen and Demon Zun Duan Fan quickly agreed.

"Brother Fan Zeng, the breath on this person is so strange!"

"I remember, is this the legendary Demon Lord?"

"It's really him. Although his appearance has changed, he can still tell that he is the demon lord of the demon world!"

"It is rumored that this Demon Venerable’s cultivation base had reached the terrifying heavenly realm ten thousand years ago. Why is he still in the heavenly realm now?"

……

Behind Fan Zeng, the demon disciple looked at Demon Zun and said in surprise.

"Thousands of years ago, he was the strongest king of heaven, but now it is still in the early days of the king of heaven. Doesn't it seem that this demon is not good?"

Fan Zeng grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth when he heard it, and a look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

"Boy, my cultivation level is not high, but it is enough for us to kill you!"

In Duan Fan's jet-black eyes, there was an extremely cold glow.

"Yes, we are going to kill you, ten breaths, enough!"

A terrible killing intent also appeared in Xiao Jinghen's eyes.

"Xiao Jinghen, Duan Fan, don't rush, solve it quickly!"

When Mo Wentian thought of the mystery in the pool, he snorted coldly.

"By the way, I want the divine sword in his hand!"

For the next moment, looking at the divine sword that was shining brightly in Fan Zeng's hand, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, master!"

Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"Swallow the monster!"

"White Tiger Shield, suppress!"

Severe shouts came, and a shield of hundreds of meters in size appeared in the void.

The next moment, amidst the shocked expressions of everyone, they headed directly towards Fan Zeng's sweeping suppression.

"Brother Fan Zeng!"

"Be careful!"

……

Looking at the terrifying and boundless demon energy of the void and the phantom of the Baihu Baihu, the disciples of the demon race screamed out quickly.

"Want to kill me? Not that easy!"

"Blue Dragon Sword, cut!"

Looking at the devilish energy and white tiger shield that swept over, Fan Zeng's eyes flashed with coldness, and the next moment, the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand trembled crazily.

With a cold drink, holding the Azure Dragon Divine Sword, he directly greeted the void.

With a sword, I only felt that the entire void was trembling. Behind him, a peerless blue dragon roared out.

"A strong blue dragon sword intent!"

"The Azure Dragon Divine Sword in his hand is probably a surrender beyond the late king-level artifact!"

"He entered this secluded pond. Could it be that the divine sword in his hand is the legendary king-level peak artifact?"

"So strong sword intent!"

……

Looking at the void, the figures outside the hall are full of impressive eyes.

"Boss, this Fan Zengben has reached the realm of the heavenly king, and now he still has the sword of this king-level peak, the Azure Dragon God Sword!"

"Can Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan fight it?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a solemn expression.

"Yes!"

"Although Fan Zeng has also reached the realm of heavenly kings, he must have just broken through, but Demon Venerable has reached the realm of heavenly kings for ten thousand years. Even with him, he can kill Fan Zeng!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was a faint flash of cold light.

"Boss, since he can kill Fan Zeng alone, why did you let Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan join forces?"

Xiao Jiao's eyes are full of puzzled words.

"Duan Fan can indeed be killed, but it takes a long time!"

"The time left by the ancestor of the devil world is running out!"

I seemed to think of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and said coldly.

"Boss, I see, you want to solve Fan Zeng quickly!"

Little Jiao nodded, and then a smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm!"

Mo Wentian gave a soft hum, then looked at the battle in the void with his eyes.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, I saw a violent collision sound in the endless turbulence of the void.

In the next instant, a figure flew directly upside down, and the phantom of the blue dragon roaring in the void instantly disappeared.

"Puff..."

The billowing demonic energy dissipated, and Fan Zeng fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood sprayed out of his mouth.

"Boy, die!"

"Fan Zeng, die!"

Before Fan Zeng got up, Demon Zun Duan Fan and Xiao Jinghen shot again, and went directly towards Fan Zeng beheaded.

"No..."

"Don't kill me, I am willing to submit to your master!"

Looking at the terrifying devilish energy and the phantom of the white tiger, Fan Zeng only felt a breath of death approaching.

In his heart, there is no war intent at this moment, there is only one thought in his heart.

That is to survive, and the only way to survive is to submit to Mo Wentian.

He didn't even block, and knelt directly on the ground. Looking at Mo Wentian, his body couldn't help shaking.

"What? I heard it right?"

"This is just a breath. The first genius disciple of the Demon Race, should he surrender to Mo Wentian?"

"It's true, I heard it too, you see, Fan Zeng is directly kneeling on the ground!"

"This is terrible too!"

……

Outside the hall, those figures looked at the scene in the pool, their eyes full of disbelief.

"Brother Fan Zeng is going to surrender, then we..."

"I also surrender!"

"I am willing to surrender too!"

……

Watching Fan Zeng knelt down, the disciples of the demon clan came back to his senses, and even knelt down.

They are totally different from the arrogant and domineering look just now.