Chapter 1581

"Won't let me live?"

"Old bastard, you need to have this skill!"

The cold sound sounded.

"Soul destroying sword formula!"

Next moment, don't ask tiannu to drink, and directly display the soul killing sword formula.

As Mo Wentian's soul killing sword formula was performed again, sword yuan forces mixed with soul killing forces went towards the demon war.

"Boy, you're fine!"

"Since you are so eager to die, then the Buddha will make you!"

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

"Dark magic palm!"

With a sharp drink, you magic palm shot again and greeted Mo Wentian.

At this moment, the dark magic palm displayed by the magic war is not a little stronger than the previous one.

If the original palm of the magic war was his power of 30%, then this palm at the moment reached 60%, or even 70%.

"The power of this palm is really terrible. Can you stop it?"

"I believe boss, there must be no problem!"

"This magic war is not an ordinary strong one. Can the boss really win?"

"The strong man of heaven is the strong man of heaven. Even if his body has been destroyed for millions of years, his strength is still so strong!"

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Looking at the magic war in the void, Xiao Jiao and others instantly made a noise.

Their eyes, staring at the void without blinking, seemed to be afraid of missing a wonderful moment.

"Soul destroying sword formula!"

"Kill you old bastard!"

"Go!"

And at this time, don't ask the sky, the cold and fierce voice rang out in the void.

At this moment, Mo Wentian, holding the heaven devouring sword, directly cut off towards the phantom of the demon war.

"Boy!"

"Kill me, you're a little tender!"

Demon war was also unwilling to show weakness at all, and directly welcomed it with a palm.

"Bang..."

The next moment, a violent collision came.

Don't ask heaven's body, and directly fly backward out.

"Poof..."

Don't ask the sky, but there is blood in your mouth.

"Worthy of being the strong one with perfect heaven!"

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

His mouth whispered to himself. Don't ask the sky, and his eyes Rose with an imposing look.

The strength of the current magic war has obviously exceeded Mo Wentian's expectation.

Originally, Mo Wentian thought that even if his soul killing sword formula could not kill the demon war, it could at least hurt him.

But I didn't expect that nothing happened in the magic war.

"No!"

"The smell of this old bastard is falling!"

But at this time, Mo Wentian's eyes swept towards the magic war phantom, but he found that the breath on the magic war was rapidly decreasing at this moment.

It seems that he has been seriously injured.

At this moment, a bright light rises in the eyes of Mo Wentian.

Magic war was injured and his breath fell, which was simply a great thing for Mo Wentian.

Magic war is injured, which means that the easier it is for him to kill magic war!

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with a trace of light, and a touch of confidence rose in his heart.

"This... How is this possible?"

"Even if this boy understood the soul destroying sword formula, with his cultivation, he could not hurt me, but now I have suffered internal injury, which..."

At this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes are full of disbelief.

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

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

"There's no need to hold on. It's not a disgrace to be injured by the emperor!"

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

Although he was injured, he had the magic formula of devouring heaven, and it was only a little time to recover.

And the demon war in front of us just came out of the demon soul seal, and the body was gone. At the moment, the demon war was injured again, and it was not easy for the demon war to recover.

"It's not a disgrace to be hurt by you?"

"Boy, you..."

"Hum..."

It's OK not to ask the sky. As soon as it comes out, magic war only feels the blood in his heart churning in an instant.

The next moment, before I could finish speaking, I just felt a salty and sweet taste, which rushed up in an instant, and the corners of my mouth overflowed with a trace of blood.

"Old bastard, listen to the emperor, spit out a mouthful of oppressed blood, is it much better?"

"Hahahaha..."

Looking at the blood overflowing from the corners of the mouth of demon war, Mo Wentian actually laughed wildly.

That appearance, in the eyes of demon war, is simply as ironic as it needs to be.

"Boy, don't be complacent too soon!"

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

"Today, you must die!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's wild laughter, the killing intention was terrible in the eyes of demon Zhan.

A spirit of Xiao Sha spread from his body.

"You will die!"

Listen to the words of demon war, don't ask the sky, and it's extremely cold in an instant.

Looking at the demon war, the killing intention in his eyes was even more undisguised.

"Soul destroying sword formula!"

"Come again!"

The next moment, don't ask the sky without any hesitation, and directly run the soul killing sword formula again.

"Tear..."

This time, Mo Wentian, with a sword, devoured the place where the divine sword passed, and an eye-catching crack appeared in the void.

The crack in the void is getting bigger and bigger, and the endless void turbulence is rolling out of the void.

"Play tricks!"

Looking at this scene, the eyes of demon war were full of disdain.

Although he was injured by Mo Wentian just now, in his view, it was just his carelessness. As for Mo Wentian's killing him, it was impossible in his view.

Especially when thinking of Mo Wentian's cultivation, the eyes of demon Zhan were full of contempt.

Immediately, he showed his magic palm again and greeted Mo Wentian.

"Good luck, old bastard!"

"Palm by palm, the emperor wants to see how you can do it if you cut your dog's paw!"

Looking at the magic war's palm to greet him again, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrunk and drank coldly.

In the void, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, accelerated the speed, and chopped at the palm of the demon war.

"Boy, want to cut my palm?"

"Overestimate oneself!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's sword cutting towards his palm, the corners of the mouth of demon war raised a touch of evil smile.

He is the devil of the demon clan, and the existence of thousands of people. In the demon clan, he cultivates this demon palm.

And the cultivation of this Youmo palm is not for ordinary martial artists. In addition to strengthening their physique, the disciples of their Youmo clan need to cultivate and regenerate this palm.

As the patriarch of the demon clan, the magic war was reborn, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Therefore, when Mo Wentian chopped his sword at his palm, he was not afraid at all, but just like watching a good play of a clown.