Chapter 1742

"Eight apes fight!"

The next moment, the eight armed ape's eyes flashed a cold and incomparably cold light, and his figure flashed. In the void, there was only one eight armed ape's figure, but now there were eight roads in his hands.

The breath on the eight armed ape is exactly the same, just like Mo Wentian's separation.

Not only the appearance is the same, but also the breath is the same.

With an angry cry, the figure of the eight armed ape in the void moved quickly.

Immediately, I saw the figure of eight eight armed apes in the void, unexpectedly located in eight directions, and the violent and boundless forces, shrouded in the sky.

"Not good!"

"The monkey showed his split body!"

That rolling force suppressed, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex light, and his heart secretly said.

These eight violent and boundless breath, divided into eight directions, came towards Mo Wentian.

For a moment, don't ask the sky is really unbearable.

"Hum..."

With a stuffy hum, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Boy, this eight armed ape has a part, and so do you!"

At this time, a familiar voice came.

This voice is the voice of the old man in ancient books.

"Yes!"

"Shadow separation!"

Listen to the words of the old man in ancient books, don't ask the light in the eyes of the sky flashes, and a flash of joy rises on your face instantly.

With a cold drink, don't ask the sky and directly flash.

The next moment, I saw in the void, Mo Wentian's figure turned into nine, and the breath on nine Mo Wentian's body was exactly the same.

Even the ancient book elders who have followed Mo Wentian for a long time cannot tell which is mo Wentian's real body at this moment.

"Boy, you..."

"How can you be separated?"

"But how about your separation? When I was in the middle of the emperor, I killed the strong man in the late emperor with eight apes."

"Even if you have a part, you are not our opponent at all!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's figure, it turned into nine, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the eight armed ape.

But the next moment, it seemed to think of something. In the eyes of the eight armed ape, a trace of light passed by, and his face shouted coldly.

He is confident that Mo Wentian will not be his opponent at all!

"Monkey, if you want to kill the emperor, I think you'd better die!"

At this time, don't ask the nine figures of the sky, holding the heaven devouring sword, directly cut off towards the figure of the eight armed ape.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the middle of the emperor, I can't tell why. Looking at Mo Wentian in front of me, the eight armed ape felt a breath of death coming towards him at the moment.

He had a strong premonition that if he continued to fight Mo Wentian here, he would die in the end!

Thinking like this, the eight armed ape couldn't help shivering.

"Impossible!"

"This kid is just in the mid-term of the emperor, and he won't be my opponent at all!"

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something, and a touch of confidence rose again in the eyes of the eight armed ape.

At this moment, his power soared.

In the void, the eight figures rushed towards Mo Wentian.

"Well come!"

"If you can't wait to die, the emperor will grant you!"

Watching the eight armed ape greet him, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold light.

Nine identical figures also followed with a flash, holding the heaven devouring sword directly towards the figure of the eight armed apes, and greeted them.

"Qiang Qiang..."

"Bang..."

The violent sound resounded through the void.

Two figures directly flew backwards out.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Wentian's mouth again.

The eight armed ape on the opposite side was no better. At the moment, his mouth also spewed out a mouthful of blood.

His breath fluctuated even more.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian in Wentian Pavilion felt the decline of Mo Wentian's breath, and a look of worry rose in their eyes.

"No problem!"

"The monkey was no less injured than the emperor!"

Smelling the words, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and lowered the voice.

At the moment, the eight armed ape is really not much better than Mo Wentian.

Even his injury was a little worse than Mo Wentian.

"Boss..."

Listen to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but in the end, they didn't say anything.

"Boy, you..."

"How can your strength be so strong?"

At this time, the eight armed ape wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, stood up and looked at Mo Wentian. The eight armed ape's eyes were full of awe.

In the eight armed ape's view, Mo Wentian's strength is good, but not to the extent that it can hurt him.

"The strength of this emperor is not what you can expect!"

"The emperor will give you one last chance to surrender to the emperor or die!"

Looking at the change of the eight armed ape's expression, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a cold and incomparable awn, and said in a cold voice.

"Surrender or die?"

"I think you are looking for death!"

Don't ask heaven if it's OK. Don't ask heaven if it comes out. The eight armed ape is going to explode with anger.

The veins on the body suddenly bulged. Looking at Mo Wentian, the murderous intention in his eyes was undisguised.

The breath on the body, at this moment, also became violent.

Once again, the eight apes made great efforts and blasted towards Mo Wentian.

"Boss, this monkey shot at you again!"

Looking at this scene, Xiao Jiao's voice sounded in Mo Wentian's ear.

"This monkey, it seems that he will not give up until he reaches the Yellow River!"

The voice of Leng Li rang out. Don't ask the eyes of the sky, and a cold ear rose.

At the same time, don't ask the heaven devouring sword in heaven's hand, shaking frantically, as if the next moment, it was going to shoot at the eight armed ape.

"Boy, don't be afraid of this eight armed ape, his spirit, but 800 feet, you want to suppress him, not easily!"

"You fight hard with him. With your strength, you can really defeat him, but you can't bear the loss yourself!"

And just as Mo Wentian was about to make a move, a voice came.

"Spirit?"

"My spirit has reached a thousand feet, and the spirit of the eight armed ape, but eight hundred feet, he is not my opponent at all!"

"However, ancient books, since you have long known that the spirit of this eight armed ape is only 800 feet, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Talking to yourself, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

The old man in the ancient book, in fact, had already seen that the spirit of the eight armed ape was only 800 feet old, but he even asked Mo Wentian to fight with the eight armed ape.

This makes Mo Wentian angry and funny.