High in the sky, the glow turned into swords, and there were tens of thousands of them, and they collided with each other in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of swords slashed, and the fierce and shocking momentum disturbed the wind and clouds in all directions. The majestic sword force overwhelmed the space. The entire fifth heaven seemed to have become a sea of swords at this moment.
During the collision, the sword light continued to shatter, and the shadows behind the two people continued to emit glowing light, condensing into sword shadows, and slashing out continuously.
This is a protracted battle. The swords are swung in the air, forming a kind of domain. If a third party is trapped in it, it will be chopped into blood mist in an instant, and both body and soul will be destroyed!
"What a magic pen!"
In the fifth heaven, on top of the peak surrounded by demonic energy, the Purple Saint Son Xing Tianyi looked far into the sky. He saw the magic pen in Mo Wangchen's hand, and also saw that the other party was copying the sky with this magic pen.
The methods of Saint Son Lan.
"How many unknown secrets does he have hiding?"
Saint Yunxi frowned. It could be said that she knew Mo Wangchen better than anyone else. However, the magic pen that Mo Wangchen took out today was the first time even she had seen it.
"Shock me to death!"
The roar of anger echoed, and Holy Son Tianlan waved his hand in the air, destroying all the swords. Immediately, an infinite sea of fire appeared, forming terrifying fire dragons, causing the temperature in this world to reach a critical point in an instant.
The roaring fire dragons, numbering in the hundreds, locked onto Mo Wangchen and charged towards him angrily.
"Destroy!"
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, waved the magic pen again, and continued copying. The phantom behind him flicked his five fingers, and infinite fire burst out, turning into a hundred fire dragons and charging out.
The scene of hundreds of dragons fighting in the sky was so spectacular. The temperature in the entire fifth heaven reached an extremely high level, as if it had turned into a melting pot.
With the magic pen in his hand, no matter how powerful the offensive of Tianlan Holy Son was, Mo Wangchen could easily copy it and attack it with the same power and the same means.
"You think that I am a crooked way and cannot compete with your real Nine Heavens Divine Art. But in my opinion, you use the Divine Art and I only need to copy it. You should know who consumes more, Jiang Jiuyun, unless you
Burn the power of the third drop of blood, otherwise you will eventually be unable to consume me."
Mo Wangchen wrote in the sky, like a god who created the world, able to draw all things, "But... even if you burn the third drop of blood essence and return to peak condition, you will still be defeated. No matter your third drop of blood essence, you will still be defeated."
Whatever inheritance I gave you, I can copy it with my magic pen."
"This...is truly invincible at the same level!"
His list of words reached everyone's ears clearly, and everyone fell silent.
Some older masters couldn't help but feel a little numb.
What exactly is the magic pen in Mo Wangchen's hand? This face is so terrifying that he can even copy the Jiang family's Nine Heavens Divine Art. Is there any sacred art in the world that he cannot copy?
If an inverse power attacks Mo Wangchen, he will also use the magic pen in his hand to copy the opponent's attack. Is it possible to reach this level?
No one knew it, but no matter what, the magic pen in Mo Wangchen's hand had already made many people feel fearful.
What they don't know is that although the Heavenly Brush can copy all the techniques in the world, it also has limitations.
In the same realm, the methods copied by Mo Wangchen are naturally equivalent in power.
But once the opponent's strength is far superior to that of Mo Wangchen, and the great power of Biru Nisheng attacks Mo Wangchen, even though Mo Wangchen has the heavenly pen, he can copy the same skills and moves as the opponent, but so
The methods they copied were so different in power that they were simply not enough to fight against.
"Nine Heaven Sword, kill again!"
In the fifth heaven, the battle once again reached a fever pitch. Holy Son Tianlan kept shouting angrily, and the shadow behind him once again opened its mouth and spat out colorful rays of light, turned into ten thousand swords, and slashed out with force.
Mo Wangchen waved his magic pen with a calm face and copied again.
But this time, the power of the Ten Thousand Swords he transformed seemed to be stronger than that of Holy Son Tianlan.
"The divine power in your body will eventually be exhausted, and the power of your moves will be greatly reduced. However, my divine sea will never dry up. The moves you copy will remain as powerful as before from beginning to end. What can you use to fight me?"
"Kakakakakaka..."
Thousands of swords slashed and collided again, and the majestic sword force filled the entire fifth heaven.
The sword light continued to collapse, but everyone discovered that in this collision, Holy Son Tianlan gradually seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Because they could clearly see that the sword light emitted by Holy Son Tianlan was much weaker than the first time it was used.
Mo Wangchen, on the other hand, was still as powerful as ever.
In the end, the attack of Holy Son Tianlan was disintegrated, and Mo Wangchen still had nearly a thousand swords left with as much power as a rainbow, which locked onto Holy Son Tianlan and chopped them away.
Now, Mo Wangchen finally changed from passive to active, and began to attack and kill the Holy Son Tianlan.
"Boom!"
Holy Son Tianlan shouted angrily, and the shadow behind him stretched out his big hand, trying to block Mo Wangchen's Thousand Swords.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The sword light and the big hand finally collided, and although they were both destroyed, what is unbelievable is that in this collision, the shadow behind the Holy Son Tianlan and the protruding palm were also destroyed by the thousands of
The sword slashed to pieces.
"Continuously activating the divine techniques, the consumption of Holy Son Tianlan is too great, and the power of the moves has been greatly reduced. But Mo Wangchen only needs to copy them. There is almost no consumption, and the power is still the same."
Someone spoke up, and now, they have naturally seen this, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the battle is going on now, and the Holy Son Tianlan is still defeated despite burning the power of blood in his body?
"Young Master..."
Among the people in the Jiang family, when they saw the Jiutian Ancestor's palm was chopped to pieces by a thousand swords, everyone's hearts suddenly rose to their throats, and their expressions became extremely solemn.
"It's time for all this to end..."
Seeing the pale-faced Holy Son Tianlan retreating again and again, with blood even spilling from the corner of his mouth, Mo Wangchen shook his head, spoke in a low voice, and then waved his magical pen again.
"Buzz..."
In an instant, a sword light with overwhelming power appeared. It seemed to have traveled through time and space, tearing apart space from the ancient times and approaching the location of Holy Son Tianlan.
This sword was copied by Mo Wangchen. It was not the Nine Heavens Divine Technique, but the stunning sword used by Lin Feng when he killed Yan Ruyi in the past!
As long as Mo Wangchen had seen a move and kept it in his mind, he would be able to copy it no matter how long it took.
With the magic pen in hand, it is equivalent to Mo Wangchen practicing any skill in the world.
No matter whether these skills are strong or weak, he can use them with the help of the magic pen!