Chapter 1094

"Tianniu double swords!"

"Ghost cut!"

At the next moment, Yuan Po Leng drank and shot again.

As Yuan broke his hand, his breath soared rapidly, and the rolling sword yuan force came out of shock.

Then, in the void, in the two longicorn double swords, two ancient longicorn phantoms quickly rushed.

Tianniu double swords are also in the void, dancing like ghosts, looking from a distance, terrifying.

As the longicorn double swords danced, a terrible breath, with the yuan broken as the center, came out vastly, and went to mow the sky.

"Ghost chop? This is the strongest move of the Lord of the city, ghost chop?"

"The Lord of the city has a strong breath. I look at the boy. I will not be able to fight the Lord of the city this time!"

"This boy will surely die under the ghost of the Lord!"

"What terrible power!"

……

With Yuan breaking the ghost, countless warriors in juancheng looked at this scene, and their eyes were full of impressiveness.

The next moment, I came back to my senses, and the look of figures changed slightly, and the original lonely look instantly became extremely confident.

It seems that at this moment, they have seen Mo Wentian's tragic death under the ghost of Yuan Po.

"Very good!"

"Dragon fist!"

Looking at Yuan Po's two swords coming towards him, don't ask the sky, and your eyes shrink slightly.

The figure flashed, and in the void, the seven separate bodies disappeared instantly, leaving only the entity of Mo Wentian.

With a cold drink, he greeted yuan Po with a punch.

"Bang..."

The violent collision came, and Yuan Po's body flew backward again.

But Mo Wentian's body was standing in place, and Mo Wentian's face did not fluctuate at all.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood spat out from Yuan Po's mouth again.

In an instant, Yuan Po's face was pale without a trace of blood.

"The ghost of the Lord of the city is also defeated!"

"Is this boy a man or a demon? Isn't he the middle stage of the king of heaven? Why is he so strong!"

"The Lord of the city's unique skill, ghost chop, has come out. Next, what else does the Lord of the city take to stop this boy!"

"The strength of this boy is too terrible!"

"The city Lord's strength is not as good as this boy. Does the city Lord really want to submit to him?"

……

The strong smell of blood came, and countless martial artists looked at this scene with wide eyes, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Looking at the proud figure, they only felt that a cold chill swept towards them, which made people shiver.

"Old bastard, how strong is the emperor?"

It seems to think of something. Don't ask the sky to approach yuan Po step by step. Looking at Yuan Po, don't ask the sky with a scornful face.

"How strong is it?"

"I lost!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Yuan Po's eyes flashed a dim light, but looking at Mo Wentian, there was no way to avoid.

"Old bastard, since you are defeated, then surrender to the emperor!"

"I will let you continue to be the Lord of juancheng. If you listen to me, I won't kill any of the disciples of juancheng!"

"But if someone doesn't know the phase, it's no wonder the emperor!"

Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He drank coldly.

"Submit to you, and you let me be the Lord of juancheng?"

Hearing the words, Yuan Po looked at Mo Wentian, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Yes, the emperor always keeps his word!"

"Submit to the emperor, and the emperor will make you the Lord of juancheng!"

"However, the emperor has one condition!"

It seemed that he thought of something. Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrunk and said coldly.

"What conditions?"

Yuan Po stood up and subconsciously blurted out.

"The condition of this emperor is very simple. You submit to this emperor and hand over all the resources in your juancheng treasure house!"

When the cold voice sounded, don't ask the corners of your mouth, but it raised a smile.

"Surrender to you?"

"Hand over all the resources of juancheng treasure house?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Yuan Po's eyes flashed a cold light.

"Hand over the resources of juancheng treasure house? Lord, you can't promise this boy!"

"Juancheng treasure house, but in the future, we juancheng ten thousand years of cultivation resources, if we hand over all these resources, then juancheng, let alone ranking in the front, even if we want to maintain the original name, it is impossible!"

"But if you don't surrender, this boy will really kill us!"

"Is life important or cultivation resources important?"

"I am willing to choose to surrender, and I can take it again when there is no resource, but if there is no life, then there is nothing!"

……

With Mo Wentian's words, juancheng suddenly burst into flames.

More martial artists are willing to surrender. After all, they have seen the strength of Mo Wentian.

Even their city Lord, the strong man in the realm of heavenly king perfection, is not Mo Wentian's opponent, and they have no idea of even fighting.

They just want to survive. After all, when they reach the realm of the emperor, their life span is 100000 years. If they break through the realm of the emperor, it is 200000 years. How can they be willing to die!

"Old bastard, the emperor has no patience!"

"Give you three breaths to think!"

"If you agree to the emperor's conditions, the emperor will spare everyone's life in juancheng. But if you don't agree, juancheng will disappear from the ancient land today!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the hesitant yuan Po and drank coldly again.

"One breath!"

The cold voice sounded. Don't ask the sky. Without any hesitation, he began to count.

"Two..."

"Juancheng, disappear?"

"I..."

"I am willing to submit, my disciples in juancheng are willing to submit!"

But when Mo Wentian began to count two breaths, Yuan Po looked at Mo Wentian and said with a bright face.

After fighting with Mo Wentian, Yuan Po had no doubt about Mo Wentian's words.

If he didn't agree to Mo Wentian's conditions, he was sure that Mo Wentian would kill him in juancheng.

He is about to break through the strong man in the early days of the emperor. He still has countless lives, and he doesn't want to die.

Moreover, Mo Wentian promised him that even if he surrendered, he was also the Lord of juancheng.

"Very good!"

"Old bastard, it seems that you still have some eyesight!"

Seeing that Yuan Po promised to surrender, don't ask the radian raised by the corner of heaven's mouth, which became more and more rich, and there was a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Boss, is this old bastard so submissive?"

Looking at this scene, a cold light flashed in Xiao Jiao's eyes.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said in a deep voice.

"Just surrender?"

"This is not enough!"

Xiao Jiao's voice came. Mo asked Heaven what he seemed to think of, and his eyes suddenly shrunk.