Chapter 1092

"Someone is coming?"

"Well, it's really time to come!"

Smell words, don't ask the eyes of the sky, rise a touch of cold and incomparable cold.

"Who is it?"

"Who killed my yuaner?"

Suddenly, outside the inn, a middle-aged man stepped in and shouted coldly.

"Lord, it's Lord!"

"The Lord of the city is coming, and this boy must die here!"

"Yes, no matter how strong this boy is, his cultivation is no more than the middle stage of the king of heaven. He can't be the opponent of the city Lord!"

"This boy's talent is really good, but he is too arrogant. Today, he died in the hands of the city Lord, which is not an injustice to him!"

……

Seeing the middle-aged man appear, the inn was instantly boiling.

The disciples of juancheng instantly straightened their backs, and their eyes were full of pride.

"Boss, this old bastard's cultivation is about to break into the early stage of the emperor!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"It's just ants!"

The cold voice sounded, and the cold light flickered in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Who killed my yuaner?"

"Stand up for me!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man glanced at the inn with cold eyes and shouted coldly.

Finally, his eyes fell on Mo Wentian.

"Old bastard, don't look, that little bastard was killed by the emperor!"

Don't ask the eyes of heaven, suddenly a cold, step forward, cold voice way.

That way, it's even more arrogant than the mayor of juancheng, who has been asking questions.

"Boy, is it you?"

"Did you kill my yuan er?"

"How can this be possible? Your cultivation is no more than the middle stage of the king of heaven, but my source is about to break into the king of heaven's perfect strong man, how can you kill him?"

Looking at Mo Wentian standing out, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mo Wentian. His eyes were full of surprise and doubt.

Don't ask heaven in front of you. No matter how he probes, don't ask heaven's cultivation is just the middle stage of the king of heaven.

Although there is only a small difference between the middle period of the heavenly king and the peak of the heavenly king, there is a great difference in strength.

He didn't believe that Mo Wentian in front of him could kill his nephew yuan yuan.

"Report back... Report back to the Lord, really... It's really this boy who killed young master Yuanyuan!"

"It's not just master yuan yuan. Just now he killed elder martial brother yuan Jun!"

At this time, the waiter came to the middle-aged man's side and said in a trembling voice.

"What?"

"He really killed my yuan'er, not only my yuan'er, but also yuan Jun?"

Listening to the waiter's words, the eyes of juancheng mayor instantly widened, and the murderous spirit on his body also quickly soared.

The eyes looking at Mo Wentian are full of killing intent. If the eyes can kill, the city Lord of juancheng may have killed Mo Wentian thousands of times.

"Old bastard, is this anything strange?"

"It's not just them, you're going to die in the hands of the Emperor today!"

Mo Wentian looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of contempt, the corners of his mouth slightly grinned, and a evil smile spread.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"I must kill you today!"

Hearing the words, the killing intention in the eyes of yuanpo, the mayor of juancheng, instantly soared, and the breath on his body increased rapidly.

"Kill me?"

"Old bastard, I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you a chance to surrender to me, and I can spare you a dog's life!"

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian sneered.

The next moment, it seems to think of something, don't ask the eyes of the sky, passing a touch of pure light.

"What did the boy say? Ask the Lord to submit to him?"

"The Lord of the city is the perfect strong man of the emperor of heaven. Even from the early days of the emperor, it's only a step away. He even arrogantly asked the Lord of the city to submit to him? It's ridiculous!"

"I think this boy must die in the hands of the city Lord today!"

"In the middle of the little heavenly king, no matter how strong he is, he will not be the opponent of the Lord!"

……

Listen to Mo Wentian's words. In the inn, the pot exploded instantly.

"Boy, you really catch your breath when you say you're fat!"

"I also want the city Lord to submit to you. I think you are daydreaming!"

"Tianniu double swords!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were terrifying.

With a cold drink, two divine swords appeared in his hands.

With the appearance of two divine swords, Yuan Po's breath soared again, and the rolling sword yuan force was even more violent.

"King level perfect artifact, not bad!"

"Take it back to Chixiao. It should be good!"

Mo Wentian looked at the two swords in Yuan Po's hand, and a bright light rose in his eyes.

"Boy, go to hell!"

At this moment, a cold and fierce voice sounded.

Yuan Po, holding tianniu double swords, came directly to Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian looked at this scene, but there was no fluctuation on his face, and his body stood in place.

What's more, Mo Wentian closed his eyes.

This indifferent appearance, it seems that Yuan Po, who was killing himself, did not seem to be in the eyes at all.

"Is this boy standing still waiting for death?"

"I think this boy must be frightened by the terrible power of the city Lord!"

"Hahaha... It turned out to be a paper tiger, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard. In front of the Lord, he dared not even move!"

"This boy seems to be dead!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian standing in place and closing his eyes, the inn, including the waiter who was originally terrified, laughed wildly.

It was as if they had seen something funny at the moment.

"Old bastard, if you want to kill me, you have to have this skill!"

"The mystery of shadow!"

Just when Yuan Po's double swords were about to be cut on Mo Wentian's head, Mo Wentian opened his eyes and his figure flashed. In the void, nine identical Mo Wentian appeared in an instant.

Nine don't ask the sky, looking at Yuan Po, the corners of his mouth are full of evil laughter.

"Boy, how dare you cheat with me!"

"I must kill you!"

A sword failed, and Yuan Po's heart was terrifying.

Without the slightest hesitation, a sword shot again and beheaded at the nine mowentian in the void.

"Old bastard, don't bother. The emperor will give you another chance to obediently submit to the emperor!"

Mo Wentian looked at the yuan Po who was killing himself again, and his eyes flashed a cold light and a cold voice.