Chapter 1750

Unable to say why, Mo Wentian always felt that this Youming cold knife was not simple, but for a moment, he couldn't say where this Youming cold knife was not simple.

"The Youming cold knife can't let him fall into the hands of others. It's good to take the Youming cold knife and give it to Qi Yun!"

His mouth whispered to himself. Don't ask the sky, and his heart became firm.

He must take this Youming cold knife.

Qi Yun's cultivation originally broke through to the middle stage of the Tianzun. With this Youming cold knife in hand, Qi Yun's strength would be stronger, and I'm afraid it would reach a level comparable to the late stage of the Tianzun.

In the current heaven devouring divine world, the most lacking is strength. As long as you can improve the strength of heaven devouring divine world, don't ask the sky and you won't miss such an opportunity.

"How can this be possible? This cold dragon unexpectedly blocked Yu Yiliu's Youming cold knife!"

"This cold dragon's physique is so strong that even Yu's first-class Youming cold knife can block it!"

"Yu Yiliu was injured, but he used the Youming cold knife. After a collision with the cold dragon, he was also injured!"

"The strength of this cold dragon is too terrible!"

"Fortunately, it's not us who offended that person, otherwise our fate must be much better than the rest of the class!"

……

At this time, all the people came back to their senses and instantly exploded the pot, but their expression was full of surprise.

"This cold dragon, no, it's not a simple cold dragon at all!"

Suddenly, the thin figure narrowed his eyes slightly.

Deep in his eyes, there was a flash of complex light.

"Han long, you..."

"How can your strength be so strong?"

Looking at Xiao Jiao, Yu Yiliu's eyes were extremely impressive.

When he collided with Xiaojiao, he knew that Xiaojiao was not bad, but he didn't expect that Xiaojiao could block his Youming cold knife with his body.

You know, he killed many martial artists in the middle of the heaven.

In front of Xiaojiao, his cultivation was even a little worse than that of him, but Xiaojiao was blocked by his physique, which made Yu Yiliu's heart, how not surprised?

"Dog, I told you long ago that you won't be my opponent!"

"Your head, my Lord wants it today!"

Standing proudly in the void, looking at Yu Yiliu, Xiao Jiao said coldly and arrogantly.

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's confidence doubled. Even at this moment, he saw the scene of Yu Yiliu's tragic death in his hands.

At the same time, the breath on Xiaojiao quickly soared.

"You want my head?"

"Han long, you are so arrogant. In front of the rest of me, no one has ever spoken like this. You are the first and last!"

"Today next year is your death day!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Yu Yiliu's killing intention suddenly soared.

When my mind moved, countless pills appeared in my hand. As soon as I tossed them, countless pills entered my mouth.

As the pill was swallowed, Yu Yiliu's breath soared again.

"Boom..."

The Youming cold knife seemed to feel the anger of the rest of the stream, and trembled violently, as if it was going to be shot in the next moment.

"You're right. I'm definitely the last person to say this to you!"

"Because, from today on, you have no life to say!"

"Today is your death!"

A cold, fierce voice sounded.

The immense dragon power spread from Xiaojiao.

"How powerful the dragon is! How can this cold dragon be so powerful?"

"Yes, it seems that he was injured just now, but his breath has not weakened at all. It's really terrible!"

"Yu Yiliu's breath is not weak. I think the next battle will be wonderful!"

"I don't think their strength is equal to that of Bo Zhong. If you really want to say who is stronger, the rest of the class should be stronger!"

"Yu Yiliu's cultivation is here after all. I don't think this cold dragon will be Yu Yiliu's opponent no matter how strong it is!"

……

Looking at this scene in the void, countless martial artists talked again.

At this moment, they began to guess the outcome of the war. Most of them still believed that Yu Yiliu would win. After all, Yu Yiliu's cultivation was a little better than Xiao Jiao.

Moreover, in Yu Yiliu's hands, there was the ghost cold knife, an artifact of the late emperor level.

"War, war!"

Three war sounds clank.

The dragon body of the little Jiao soared again. The original ten thousand feet of the dragon body suddenly rose to twenty thousand feet at the moment.

With a dragon body of 20000 feet, the dragon power on the body is endless, and the breath on the body is extremely violent.

"Han long, you will regret it!"

"Youming cold knife, cut it for me!"

Looking at the small Jiao standing proudly in the void, Yu Yiliu's eyes suddenly shrunk.

He shouted angrily, holding the Youming cold knife, and cut directly at Xiao Jiao.

"Boss, can Xiao Jiao kill the rest?"

While fighting in the void, unreal sky, not far away, looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

Huan Tian and Xiao Jiao have followed Mo Wentian for a long time. In Huan Tian's heart, Xiao Jiao has long been regarded as a family member, and he is also worried about the safety of Xiao Jiao.

"Yes!"

"Although the rest of the stream has Youming cold knife, he is not Xiao Jiao's opponent!"

"But similarly, it is not easy for Xiao Jiao to kill the rest of the stream!"

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

Mo Wentian is clear about Xiaojiao's strength. Although the rest of the stream has Youming cold knife in hand, he will not be Xiaojiao's opponent.

After all, Xiao Jiao is not an ordinary cold dragon.

Although Mo Wentian didn't know what Xiao Jiao's specific identity was, Mo Wentian had a strong premonition in his heart that Yu Yiliu would not be Xiao Jiao's opponent at all.

"Boss..."

Listen to don't ask heaven this, magic day opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Bang..."

At this time, I saw that in the void, the Youming cold knife, which was several feet long, flashed and exploded directly.

It turned into a dark nether aura, and the weird nether aura instantly attacked Xiaojiao.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, don't ask the sky, frown slightly, and look dignified.

"Xiaojiao, be careful!"

"Don't let the ghost gas enter your body!"

The next moment, don't ask the sky without the slightest hesitation, hurriedly reminded.

I can't tell why. Mo Wentian always feels that if these nether Qi invades his body, Xiao Jiao, let alone trying to kill the rest, I'm afraid it's impossible to stop the rest!

"Boss, don't worry!"

"This dog can't hurt me!"

Xiao Jiao grinned at Mo Wentian, with great confidence in his voice.

"This little Jiao..."

"Always so confident!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao's confident face, Mo Wentian shook his head slightly.

But the next moment, it seems that you have found something. Don't ask the corners of heaven's mouth, but it turned out to raise a smile.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at the void.

In the void, the figure of Xiao Jiao flashed again, and the dragon's tail, thousands of feet, directly pumped up towards the strange ghost.