Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1581: Big War Demon War

"Will not keep me alive?"

"Old miscellaneous, then you must have this ability!"

The cold voice sounded.

"Soul Killer Spell!"

At the next moment, Mo Wentiannu sighed, and directly displayed the Soul Killing Sword.

As Mo Wentian's Soul Killing Sword Technique was performed again, each sword's elementary force was mixed with the Soul Killing Force and shrouded in the direction of the magic war.

"Boy, you are fine!"

"Since you desire to die so much, that deity will fulfill you!"

Watching Mo Wentian beheading himself again, in the eyes of the demon war, the killing intention soared instantly.

"Wraith Palm!"

Li Li sang, Youmo palm shot again, greeted up towards Mo Wentian.

At this moment, the Wraith Palm exhibited by the Demon War is more powerful than the previous one.

If it is said that the original palm of the magic battle was his 30% strength, then at this moment, this palm has reached 60%, or even 70%.

"The power of this palm is really terrible. Ask the emperor to block it?"

"I believe the boss, it must be okay!"

"This magic battle is not an ordinary strong man, can the boss really defeat it?"

"The Heavenly Strong is the Heavenly Strong. Even if the physical body is destroyed for millions of years, the strength is still so strong!"

...

Watching the magic battle in the void again, Xiao Yan waited for a moment to make a noise.

Their eyes stared straight into the void, their eyes did not blink, and it seemed that they were afraid of missing a wonderful moment.

"Soul Killer Spell!"

"Destroy your old mess!"

"go with!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's cold and boundless voice sounded through the void.

I saw Mo Wentian at this moment, holding the Sky Devouring Sword, and beheaded directly toward the phantom of the magic war.

"Boy!"

"Destroy me, you're still tender!"

Demon warfare was not reluctant to show weakness, and it was greeted directly with one palm.

"boom……"

The next moment, a violent collision came.

Mo Wentian's body flew upside down.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian's mouth was full of blood.

"It's worthy of being a powerful man!"

"Even if the body is gone, this strength is still so terrible!"

Nana whispered in her mouth, and Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a magnificent look.

In front of the magic battle, the strength has clearly exceeded Mo Wentian's expectations.

Originally, I didn't ask God to think that his soul-slaying sword tactics, even if he couldn't kill the magic war, it would hurt him.

But I did not expect that there was nothing in the magic battle.

"wrong!"

"The breath on this old mess is falling!"

But at this moment, when Mo Wentian's eyes swept toward the magic war phantom, it was found that the breath on the magic war was rapidly decreasing.

It seems that he was badly injured in general.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes instantly rose up a bright light.

The magic battle was wounded, and the breath on his body fell. This is simply a good thing for Mo Wentian.

The magic war is injured, which means that the easier it is for him to slay the magic war!

Thinking about this, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered, and his heart raised a touch of self-confidence.

"This ... how is this possible?"

"Even if he understands the Soul-Killing Sword, with his cultivation, he cannot hurt me, but now I have suffered internal injuries, this ..."

At this moment, the magic battle looked at Mo Wentian, but his eyes were full of incredible.

Especially when he felt the breath on his body falling rapidly, the bad hunch in his heart surged up again.

"Old miscellaneous, if you are injured, you are injured!"

"There is no need to hold on, it's not a shame to be hurt by this emperor!"

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at the phantom on the opposite side, and raised a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was injured, he has the God of Devourer, and it takes only a while to recover.

The magic war in front of him just came out of the seal of the demon soul, and the flesh is gone. At this moment, the magic war is wounded again. It is not easy to recover the magic war.

"It hurts you not to be ashamed?"

"Boy, you ..."

"Huh ..."

It was okay not to say Mo Wentian's words, Mo Wentian's words came out, and the magic battle only felt the blood in his heart twitched instantly.

The next moment, the words had to be finished in the future, I just felt a salty and sweet taste, an instant surge in, and the corners of my mouth were overflowing with blood.

"Old miscellaneous, listen to my emperor, spit out a bit of bitter 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 the demon warfare, is more satire, there is more satire.

"Boy, don't be too proud of yourself!"

"Yes, I was hurt by you, but you just hurt me a little while I didn't notice it!"

"Today, you have to die!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's ridiculous look, in the eyes of the magic war, the intention of killing was terrible.

An air of Xiao killing spread from his whole body.

"Dead, it's just you!"

Listening to the words of the demon war, Mo asked the look of the sky, instantly extremely cold.

Looking at the magic battle, the killing in his eyes was even more unabashed.

"Soul Killer Spell!"

"Come again!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, and directly re-run the soul-slaying sword.

"Tear ..."

In this case of Mo Wentian, a sword was shot, and where the Devouring Sword passed, a striking crack appeared in the void.

The fissure was growing in the void, and the endless void flow was rolling out of the void.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Looking at this scene, in the eyes of the magic war, he was full of disdain.

Although he was hurt by Mo Wentian just now, in his opinion, it was nothing more than his carelessness. As for Mo Wentian beheading him, it was impossible for him.

Especially when thinking of Mo Wentian's cultivation, Devil's eyes were full of contempt.

Immediately afterwards, he displayed the Wraith Palm again and greeted him towards Mo Wentian.

"Old miscellaneous, good come!"

"Shoot with one palm, this emperor wants to see, chopped your dog's paw, how can you shoot!"

Watching the magic battle with one palm greeted him again, Mo Wentian's eyes flinched, and he said coldly.

I saw in the void, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, speeding up and beating towards the palm of the magic war.

"Boy, want to chop my palm?"

"Out of your own power!"

And looking at Mo Wentian Yijian chopped down into the palm of his hand, the corner of the mouth of the magic battle was a smile of evil.

He is the demon of the Wraith family, and it is the existence of more than 10,000 people. Among his Wraith family, it is the Wraith Palm that is cultivated.

To cultivate this Wraith Palm, it is not something ordinary martial arts can do. Their disciples of the Wraith clan, in addition to strengthening their physique, this palm needs to be cultivated and can be regenerated.

And the demon war, as the patriarch of the Wraith clan, this palm reborn, he can no longer be familiar with.

Therefore, when Mo Wentian Yijian was chopped into the palm of his hand, he had no fear at all, and some were just like watching a good show by the clown jumping beam.