Thousands of swords slashed together, shocking the world.
The holy light array began to shake crazily, and the void buzzed, as if the sky was about to collapse.
"Crack!"
In the end, under the continuous attack of the black sword light.
The holy light formation was finally unable to withstand it, and was chopped into pieces by thousands of sword lights, cracking like a mirror.
"puff!"
High in the sky, more than a dozen strong men from the Qianyuan Sect all vomited blood, and their faces instantly turned pale as if they were being bitten back.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Mo Wangchen raised his hand and slapped a dozen palms in the air.
The dozen or so strong men from the Qianyuan Sect were all without exception. They were all beaten into the void by him, seriously injured on the ground and unable to move.
"Their lives are all in my hands. If you want to save them, just give me the Qi of Desolation in exchange."
Mo Wangchen stood in front of the seriously injured Qianyuan Sect strongmen. Including the three disciples just now, a total of nearly twenty people fell into his hands.
"The energy of desolation?"
Hearing his words, everyone around him couldn't help but be startled, and couldn't help but look at each other.
In the virtual world, there is certainly much more desolate energy than in the real world, but this kind of thing is extremely difficult to produce, and the supply exceeds demand. Even here, it is extremely rare.
Although one can own a holy land, the desolate energy is a thing that can restore divine objects and magic weapons. For a holy land like Qianyuan Gate, it is even more important. Unexpectedly, Mo Wangchen actually held the strong men of Qianyuan Gate hostage.
, do you want the other party to return the desolate energy?
"No wonder he didn't kill these people just now because he was so careful..."
While everyone was discussing, Holy Son Qianyuan looked very ugly. His eyes fell on Mo Wangchen. He looked at Mo Wangchen for a long time. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I don't know whether to live or die, and you still want to get the desolation of my Qianyuan Sect."
Such a spirit, it is simply wishful thinking!”
"Whoosh!"
After finishing his words, he finally stood up and walked out of the range of the mountain guarding formation. He stood upright in the air and looked down at Mo Wangchen, "Do you really think you can shake my Qianyuan Gate by yourself?
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"Buzz..."
As he spoke, a majestic divine power of the great avenue poured out from his body. In an instant, the color of the world changed, and everyone watching around took a breath.
"You are not the only one who possesses the divine power. Under the same conditions, I have never been afraid of anyone. Today I want to see how capable you are."
The cold voice echoed in all directions, and Holy Son Qianyuan was bathed in the charm of the avenue, like an ancient god resurrected with overwhelming momentum.
"Boom!"
He held the seal with his hand and pressed towards Mo Wangchen. The whole world shook at this moment. The mountains in the distance collapsed, and the majestic power of the avenue surged, crushing everything and turning into a gray energy.
Big hand, I want to kill Mo Wangchen.
"Condensation!"
Mo Wangchen sneered, pointed at Yaoyao Lingkong, and the law-condensed sword rose into the sky with a bright light.
"Boom!"
The sword light penetrated the big hand of the void, causing it to wither on the spot like a deflated balloon, collapse and dissipate, as if it had never appeared.
"If I capture you, the Holy Son, I will have more bargaining chips to exchange desolate energy with the Qianyuan Sect..."
Mo Wangchen spoke calmly, and there was no hint of a coming war on his face. Instead, there was just a sense of indifference and calmness.
From the beginning to the end, he never took the Holy Son Qianyuan seriously.
Although the other party has divine power, his current cultivation level, judging from his aura, is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
With such strength, not to mention myself, even people like Qingdi Zi may not be incapable of fighting against him.
"Catch me?"
Hearing Mo Wangchen's words, Holy Son Qianyuan's expression became even more gloomy, murderous intent emerged in his eyes, and two divine rainbows burst out in his eyes, turning into a holy sword and slashing towards Mo Wangchen.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Wangchen refused to evade or retreat, stepped out of the air, and took the initiative to attack.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
He opened and closed widely, shook his fist fiercely, and smashed the Holy Sword of the Great Dao into pieces. His forward speed did not slow down, and he continued to approach Holy Son Qianyuan.
"Rumble..."
Holy Son Qianyuan used his laws to gather momentum, constantly activated his holy arts, and pressed Mo Wangchen with a terrifying offensive, trying to force him out.
But Mo Wangchen felt as if he was in an uninhabited land. No matter how fiercely Holy Son Qianyuan came at him with his holy magic, he would fight them back with his fists. His invincible grace and bravery were unstoppable.
The great mountain collapsed, and the vegetation turned into ruins. Under this earth-shattering collision, the divine power of the avenue that filled the void destroyed everything.
"roll!"
Holy Son Qianyuan shouted angrily, and he became more and more surprised in his heart, because he found that no matter how powerful the means he used, he could not defeat Mo Wangchen. Not only did he fail to force the opponent back, but on the contrary, Mo Wangchen was like a Vietnam War
The more courage he gets, the more terrifying his momentum becomes.
"If I hadn't captured you alive, I could have killed you with just a flip of my hand. Do you really think you have the strength to fight me?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, and as he spoke, he finally came to the void not far in front of Holy Son Qianyuan.
"Boom!"
As the voice fell, he swatted it out without hesitation. A big golden hand shattered the void and covered the front of Holy Son Qianyuan, leaving him nowhere to hide.
"How dare you?!"
However, just when the big golden hand was about to fall on Holy Son Qianyuan, an angry shout suddenly spread through the Qianyuan Gate.
Then, there was an aura that was so powerful that it made one's heart tremble. Even with Mo Wangchen's strength, the moment he felt that aura, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Bah!"
A wisp of sword light penetrated the void, and slashed out from the Qianyuan Gate. In an instant, it fell on the big golden hand, cutting it into two halves, exploding it on the spot, and collapsed and dissipated.
Saint Son Qianyuan was affected by some of the aftermath, and his complexion instantly turned pale. However, he had no time to think about anything and turned around to flee back into the Qianyuan Gate.
"Can you run away?"
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, stepped on the True Art of Lin, and pursued him. His speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Holy Son Qianyuan.
"Bang!"
He punched out fiercely, and before Holy Son Qianyuan could react at all, his fist hit his chest.
"ah!"
The screams rang out, and Holy Son Qianyuan was beaten until he vomited blood. His body fell to the ground like a meteorite, next to the nearly twenty strong men of the Qianyuan Sect.
"presumptuous!"
Inside the Qianyuan Gate, the angry shouts just now were heard again, and the next moment, a divine rainbow rushed out, appearing in front of everyone in an instant.
This was an old man with white beard and hair. His aura was very terrifying. His deep eyes were filled with inexplicable anger. His gaze fell on Mo Wangchen and shouted, "Let me go!"