Chapter 1107

"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

"You're just the middle of the heavenly king, and I'm really perfect. I don't believe Liu Sheng. You can kill me!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's arrogant words, Liu Sheng's anger suddenly soared in his eyes, his palm was clenched into a fist, and his sense of war rolled up.

"Mole ants, call the people who want to protect the clothes of this Tianchan!"

"I'm too lazy to kill you!"

Hearing the words, don't ask the sky, and the corners of your mouth raise a sinister radian. Those eyes scan the arena, and are full of disdain.

"Together?"

"Boy, this must be your most regretful decision!"

Liu Sheng looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashing cold eyes, and his face was cold and fierce.

"Ants, if you want to go, go together. Don't waste the emperor's time!"

Listening to Liu Sheng's words, Mo Wentian's eyes shrunk slightly, and his voice became more and more arrogant.

"This boy is so arrogant. Elder martial brother Liu Sheng has already gone up. What else should we be afraid of? Go up together and kill this boy!"

"Yes, together, kill this boy!"

"This Tianchan protective clothing is the treasure of our tianniu family, but this boy can't be taken away by a foreigner!"

"This boy must die here today!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, countless fighters on the challenge arena suddenly rose in fierce light on their faces, and their fighting spirit rolled out.

The next moment, without any hesitation, figures hurried towards the arena.

However, in a few minutes of breathing, thousands of figures had appeared on the challenge arena.

Thousands of figures, looking at Mo Wentian, the cold light in his eyes flickered unceasingly.

"988 heavenly kings are at the peak, and 12 heavenly kings are complete!"

Talking to yourself, Mo Wentian looked at the figures standing opposite the challenge arena and shook his head.

On his handsome face, there was no fluctuation at the moment, and in his eyes, he was extremely calm, as if he had not paid any attention to the 1000 martial artists in front of him.

"Boss, there are a thousand martial artists, including twelve heavenly kings. Let me help you!"

Suddenly, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"No!"

"These mole ants are enough to kill alone!"

The sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firmness.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"Xiao Jiao, when the emperor kills these ants, the space rings and artifacts on these ants will all be put away!"

"At that time, take back the kingdom of devouring gods and cultivate for our disciples!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao's expression, it seemed that he remembered something. Don't ask the sky, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"No problem, boss, leave it to me!"

"I promise to finish it well."

Hearing that Mo Wentian had something to do, Xiao Jiao's expression changed in an instant, and his frown stretched out in a flash.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said with a happy face.

"Boss, what about me?"

"What can I do?"

At this time, a fluffy figure flashed out of Mo Wentian's arms.

With wide round eyes, Mo asked the sky, looking forward to the way.

"Magic heaven, you, the emperor still has important tasks for you."

"Now go to ask Tiange for a good cultivation. Next, you have a lot to do for the emperor!"

Smelling the words, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Huan Tian. Looking at Huan Tian, Mo Wentian's mouth slightly said.

"Well, boss, be careful!"

Although Huan Tian was a little unhappy, he still agreed.

"Buzzing..."

With a flash of his figure, he directly entered the heaven asking Pavilion.

"Are the ants ready to die?"

The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something. Looking at the thousands of figures opposite the challenge arena, the corners of his mouth slightly grinned, and the Tao was full of evil smiles.

"Boy, you will die today!"

"Brothers, come together and kill this boy!"

"Kill this boy, and the next nine auctions will be ours!"

"Fat water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders. This boy must not be allowed to take away what belongs to our tianniu clan!"

……

With Mo Wentian's words, thousands of figures on the opposite side of the challenge arena were full of war.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the killing intention in his eyes was even more undisguised in his countless eyes.

"Mole ants, before they die, there is so much nonsense!"

"Heaven devouring sword, come out!"

The cold voice sounded, and the heaven devouring sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand again.

At this moment, the sky devouring sword seemed to understand Mo Wentian's words. On the sky devouring sword, the rolling sword force shook out.

Don't ask the breath on heaven. At this moment, it also soared in an instant.

Originally, it was just the breath of the middle stage of the king of heaven, but it was only a few breaths. Don't ask the breath of heaven, and it quickly grew to the perfect state of the king of heaven.

Even, it is still growing, as if there is no end.

"Heaven devouring sword formula!"

"Break the boundary!"

The next moment, don't ask Tian Leng to drink, without the slightest hesitation, holding the heaven devouring sword, a sword directly towards the thousand figures opposite.

"Tianniu skill!"

"Tianniu fist!"

"Longicorn feet!"

……

With Mo Wentian's sword, the voices of cold drinks across the arena instantly rang out.

Immediately, I saw figures, holding various artifacts, welcoming Mo Wentian.

"Very good!"

Don't ask the sky. Looking at this scene, the arc raised by the corners of your mouth became more and more rich.

"Death!"

At the next moment, a fierce drink sounded.

Without the slightest hesitation, don't ask the sky. A sword fell towards that shadow in an instant.

"Ah..."

"No..."

"How is this possible?"

"The strength of this boy is really good... So strong!"

……

As Mo Wentian's sword fell, countless warriors felt a breath of death enveloping them in the void.

At this moment, some martial artists subconsciously want to escape, but under the sword of Mo Wentian, they have nothing to hide.

Within a few breaths, under the sword of Mo Wentian, more than half of the people had no breath.

They opened their eyes wide and looked at Mo Wentian with fear on their faces. Deep in their eyes, they were somewhat reluctant to hide.

"Bang Bang..."

Immediately, the lifeless figures fell to the ground.

"There are so many spirits, but we can't waste them!"

Suddenly, it seems to think of something. Don't ask the sky, and a bright light rises in his eyes.