Chapter 493 Mo Wentian Makes a Move

"Junior Brother Mo..."

Chewing Kongshu's eyes were extremely serious.

Qi Zong, that's a strong double false god, don't be naive...

Can you stop him?

"Junior Brother Mo..."

In the profound courtyard, a pair of worried eyes fell on Mo Wentian.

"Everyone..."

"Believe me!"

With a chuckle, Mo Wentian took a step and walked out.

"Mo Wentian, if you dare to offend Senior Brother Youlong, I will let you..."

"Life is better than death!"

Qi Zong stood up and said coldly.

"Life is better than death!"

Mo Wentian's face was incomparably calm. A double false god also wanted him to live a life worse than death?

What a joke!

"Let's do it!"

Mo Wentian's faint voice sounded in the martial arts arena.

"What an arrogant boy!"

"Facing the double false god, he doesn't change his face, this kid is so brave!"

"This is courting death..."

...

There were discussions all around, and Qi Zong, who was opposite, had even more cold eyes.

In front of him, Mo Wentian should kneel down and beg for mercy!

"Black Sha Sword!"

"Buzz..."

A pitch-black sword appeared in Qi Zong's hand.

With the appearance of this sword.

A terrifying Jiuyou evil spirit spread from Qi Zong's body.

"This is the Black Fiend Sword!"

"This sword has been tempered by the Jiuyou River. Qi Zong wants to kill him right here!"

"This kid is finished!"

...

Seeing the Heisha Sword, the people around all exclaimed.

In Xuanyuan, everyone looked at Mo Wentian with vigilance.

"The Black Fiend Sword..."

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there is boundless indifference. This sword is nothing more than a perfect imperial weapon.

Compared with his Wentian Sword, it is several grades worse!

"Ask the Heavenly Sword!"

"come out!"

With a cold shout, the Wentian Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's palm.

Silk sword lights flickered on Wentian Sword.

The aura on Mo Wentian's body instantly became extremely fierce. In front of the Tianyuan, in Youlong's eyes...

There was a flash of light.

For some reason, on Mo Wentian's body, he seemed to feel...

A terrible sense of crisis!

"He's only at the peak of the sword emperor, how could it be..."

"Hurt me!"

Youlong shook his head slightly, the sword emperor at the pinnacle is too far away from the double false god.

He didn't believe that Mo Wentian could hurt him.

This time, Mo Wentian will definitely die!

"Qi Zong, don't make a move yet!"

Youlong's indifferent voice resounded in the void.

"yes!"

Hearing this, Qi Zong's eyes shot up with coldness, and then he dodged and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, Qi Zong's figure had already appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Nine Nether Sword Demon!"

An indifferent voice sounded, Qi Zong slashed out with a sword, and an incomparably terrifying Jiuyou Sword Sha swept towards Mo Wentian.

"Don't ask Brother Tian..."

There were exclamations of surprise in the profound courtyard.

"Well done!"

In the center of the arena, I felt this terrifying sword.

Instead of retreating, Mo Wentian took a step forward, struck with a sword, and made the same move!

"Sword breaks the sky!"

"Buzz..."

Reversing the sword intent of heaven and earth, as if to break the sky.

The aura on Mo Wentian's body was instantly terrifying. At this moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have turned into an ancient divine sword.

The terrible breath makes people tremble with fear.

"What a strong sword intent..."

"This kid is worthy of nine-star potential!"

"It's a pity to meet Qi Zong!"

...

There was a sound of exclamation, looking at the figure in the center of the martial arts field, the contempt in everyone's eyes slowly dissipated.

What rises again is wonder!

"This sword..."

On the opposite side, Qi Zong's eyes narrowed violently.

Following Mo Wentian's sword, Qi Zong seemed to feel an extremely dangerous aura coming from him.

"The sword emperor at the pinnacle, how could it be possible..."

"Hurt me!"

Qi Zong took a deep breath, although Mo Wentian's sword was terrifying.

But Mo Wentian's cultivation made him subconsciously ignore his horror!

It is precisely because of this that Qi Zong did...

One of the things he regretted the most in his life!

"Nine Nether Sword Demon!"

"cut!"

With a cold shout, the Heisha Sword in Qi Zong's hand fell directly towards Mo Wentian.

With a grin in his eyes, Qi Zong seemed to have seen...

The scene where Mo Wentian was cut in half!

"Clang..."

But the next moment, a crisp collision sound came suddenly.

The center of the arena.

The sinister smile on Qi Zong's face froze instantly.

As the two swords collided, a boundless sword intent rushed into Qi Zong's body.

Qi Zong's terrifying physique was instantly overwhelmed by this sword intent...

Break open directly!

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Qi Zong's mouth.

"This is impossible……"

Taking three or four steps back, Qi Zong's eyes were filled with disbelief.

His arms were trembling, and there was a terrifying sword intent in his body, crazily destroying.

"what happened?"

"Qi Zong retreated..."

"Qi Zong was defeated..."

...

There were exclamations of surprise, and the disciples of the fourth courtyard looked at Mo Wentian with astonishment.

Mo Wentian's sword was really too fast.

Most people haven't seen it clearly yet, but Qi Zong just...

Already defeated!

"Qi Zong..."

In You Long's eyes, there was also a touch of surprise, that terrible sword, even he...

Everyone is chilling!

"How could he..."

"So strong!"

Youlong swallowed, Mo Wentian's strength...

It was beyond his expectation!

"you lose!"

Mo Wentian's faint voice sounded in the martial arts arena.

"I lost..."

"Wow..."

In Xuanyuan, there was a burst of cheers, and some Xuanyuan disciples couldn't help but burst into tears.

How many years has it been, how many years has Xuanyuan...

This scene did not appear again!

"I lost..."

Qi Zong's eyes were full of absentmindedness, he was defeated, defeated by the hands of a peak sword emperor.

From today on, he will be the biggest joke in the Heavenly Court!

"I didn't lose..."

"Mo Wentian, go to hell!"

But at this moment, Qi Zong shot again, with a bit of madness in his eyes.

The Heisha Sword in Qi Zong's hand fell towards the top of Mo Wentian's head like lightning.

"court death!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.

"Damn it, Qi Zong unexpectedly attacked!"

"Too shameless!"

"Go down..."

...

Angry voices came one after another, not only from the Xuanyuan, but also from the disciples of other courtyards.

All of them had anger in their eyes.

"Mo Wentian, go to hell!"

In Qi Zong's eyes, he was extremely crazy. He was a double false god, how could he lose!

He wanted to kill Mo Wentian.

Only blood can wash away the shame on him!

"Question Sword..."

"Sword off!"

"Buzz..."

Mo Wentian drew out his sword again, and Wentianjian made a mysterious sword move.

The next moment, a force of death enveloped Qi Zong.

"Self-inflicted..."

"I can't live!"

A cold sentence came out of his mouth, the sword in Mo Wentian's hand...

Falling!

"What kind of sword art is this..."

"No……"

A panicked voice came, and Qi Zong, who was in the middle of the martial arts arena, suddenly became extremely panicked.

The aura on Qi Zong's body was rapidly decreasing.