When Mo Wentian heard this, he didn't laugh angrily.

Good guy, this person from the Li royal family is really a virtue!

What age is it, and it is still such a self-respecting face looking at the world.

The three brothers of the Li family, the spokesmen of the Li royal family, are like this, and the young son of the Li royal family, Li Tianer, was also like this when he first arrived in Chujiang, and now, the ancestral soul of the Li royal family is still like this!

Could it be that this is the so-called upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked?

"Do you think that if I wasn't sure I could get you covered, I would be so naïve as I would have barged in and accepted your ruling?"

"The arrogant puppeteer, still here Yelang is arrogant!"

"Your Li royal family has been in the same vein for thousands of years, that's your own business, and others can't control it! But you don't open your eyes to see, just since the establishment of the Great Xia Kingdom, your Li royal family has no one to help you, and those things that bully men and women and bend the law for bribes are still less?"

Do you really think that the world can give you a little face?

"Today, I'll take care of it! I want to see what kind of disaster you are in the Li royal family!"

Mo Wentian asked questions like a cannonball, so that the emperor's intention who didn't know where to hide didn't even have a chance to interject!

Until Mo Wentian stopped, the emperor's intention finally had a chance to speak, but he was so angry that he was panting, and he didn't know how to respond!

"Damn it, damn it!

After the ancestral soul of the Li royal family roared angrily, a yin wind suddenly rolled up in the Ming Hall, which had been quiet for thousands of years, and rushed straight towards Mo Wentian!

Although it was only an invisible and substantial yin wind, it contained an aura that was enough to make the heavens and the earth change color, as if a void beast from beyond the Nine Clouds opened its bloody mouth towards Mo Wentian!

Although Mo Wentian did not save face at all and belittled the ancestral soul of the Li royal family to the point of uselessness, he did not dare to be careless in his heart.

After all, this is the emperor's intention that makes the sword of the king tremble with sorrow!

To be able to seal his will here and protect the Li royal family for thousands of years, its strength naturally cannot be underestimated!

Strategically, it can be despised or even ignored, but tactically, it must not be underestimated!

Not to mention anything else, just the yin wind stirred up by the ancestral soul of the Li clan in anger had already made Mo Wentian feel surging and a little restless!

"Sneer......"

With the sound of a sword blade cutting through the air, the sword of the king in Mo Wentian's hand soared, and the three-zhang sword met the swept yin wind, twisting it to pieces like cutting silk!

"There are two strikes, but you think that's all there is to it, right? You're wrong! O young man with no one in his eyes, be ready to accept the punishment of the emperor's will!"

The ancestral soul of the Li royal clan let out a sigh with a little surprise, and then burst into a loud cheer.

The aura in Mingtang, which had just regained its calm, suddenly changed, and the waves rose again.

The originally formless and substantial air turned into a series of sharp blades and sword qi in an instant, sweeping towards Mo Wentian from all directions with an unstoppable momentum, with the posture of a god blocking and killing a god, and a Buddha blocking and killing a Buddha!

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......"

Mo Wentian swung the sword of the king again, and in the flash of the three-zhang sword, the sword blade met the sword qi condensed by the air, and there was a series of crisp sounds of metal impact, which spread out in the Nuo Da Ming Hall, which was extremely clear.

"Puff ......"

Several sword qi took advantage of the gap in the sword of the King's Sword to burrow into the sword net that Mo Wentian swung, instantly cutting his clothes and cutting several deep wounds on his body.

One by one, the blood flowers fell quietly, and they were struck into thousands of broken beads by the sword qi, turning into a burst of blood mist.

The sound of metal crashing continued.

The blood mist beside Mo Wentian became more and more intense.

Later, he couldn't see Mo Wentian's deity clearly, and could only see the three-zhang sword of the king's sword in a cloud of blood mist, constantly blocking the sword qi that was surging over like a tide.

The sword qi finally became thinner and thinner, and it was no longer as dense and overwhelming as before.

The sword of the king in Mo Wentian's hand was also shortened to more than a zhang.

The dancing frequency of the sword has also been reduced by three percent.

The sword rays are no longer composed of an impenetrable sword net, but a sparse grid, which can only block those sword qi that beckons to their vital points.

Mo Wentian's breathing was already heavy with three points.

On his face, he didn't have the same ease as before, and he was more dignified.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the sword qi inspired by the ancestral soul of the Li clan would be as powerful!

"Zheng ......"

Mo Wentian waved the sword of the king, blocked the last sword qi, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The rain of swords in the sky finally disappeared.

I have to say that under the suppression of the emperor's will, wielding this king's sword takes more than three points of effort than usual, but the power is only seventy percent of the past!

"Well, there are indeed two hits! You can actually take the widow's rainstorm pear blossom shadowless sword! However, do you still have the strength to dodge the widow's immortal finger?"

The voice of the ancestral soul of the Li royal clan came again.

Before the words fell, the air in front of Mo Wentian suddenly condensed into a vague figure.

Wearing the Nine Dragons Purple Gold Crown and the Twelve Chapters of the Flying Dragon Holy Armor, it is clear that the former emperors have reappeared in the world!

The emperor's figure stared at him, and the essence burst into light and locked Mo Wentian, followed by the index finger of his right hand stretched out, and slowly pointed at Mo Wentian!

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the earth shook the mountains!

Immortal finger, it turned out to be really immortal finger!

According to legend, with a finger of the immortals, thousands of miles of mountains are empty!

Unexpectedly, in this Tang King Valley, in the ancestral tomb of the Li royal family, I saw the ancestral soul of the Li royal family, and I also saw the immortal finger that made the sun and the moon dull!

"Poof......

As soon as the Emperor's Shadow finger moved, Mo Wentian was already shocked by the space around him that was distorted and deformed by the squeezing, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

After a violent vibration in Mo Wentian's hand, the sword of the king was overwhelmed and shattered into tens of thousands of pieces in an instant!

The earth-shattering Immortal Finger of the Ghost God was still approaching Mo Wentian at an extremely slow but unstoppable speed.

The air around his body has been squeezed to a "squeak", and even the bones around Mo Wentian also make a "crunch" sound.

There is no way to breathe anymore.

Blood gushed out of Mo Wentian's mouth in large gulps.

For the first time, Mo Wentian admitted that he had underestimated the enemy.

Even when he was surrounded by thousands of troops, Mo Wentian was not as desperate as he is now.

The shadow of the emperor in front of him is like a god high above, and it is impossible to reach.

And the immortal's finger is more like having endless magic power, locking all the three souls and seven spirits of Mo Wentian, and he can no longer move a bit!

Crisis, unprecedented crisis!

"Click...... Click......"

Under the tremendous pressure, the bones around Mo Wentian's body were already overwhelmed and began to break.

It's just that Mo Wentian didn't feel any pain at all.

The depression from the depths of his soul had made him no longer able to feel the sharp pain from his body.

The emotion of despair sprouted from the depths of Mo Wentian's heart and quickly spread throughout his body.

"Click...... Click...... Click......"

When this desperate emotion took over Mo Wentian's thinking, the last wisp of resistance disappeared, and the speed at which the bones around him broke increased exponentially.

"Prepare to die, ignorant ant!"

The Emperor's Shadow let out a sound of judgment from hell, followed by a sudden acceleration of the index finger of his right hand, and poked straight towards Mo Wentian's chest!

Just when Mo Wentian was about to give up the struggle and prepare to accept the judgment of fate, a grotesque power suddenly sprouted in his body.

This power seemed to be completely unaffected by the immortal's finger, and quickly occupied Mo Wentian's already torn body.

In his right hand, a small scythe mark began to spin rapidly.

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood.

The Scythe of Death, Werewolf Blood!

They are all from foreign bloodlines, so naturally they will not be affected by this emperor's will!

At this moment of one-tenth of a breath, the immortal's finger was already less than three feet away from Mo Wentian's body!

Mo Wentian's face suddenly appeared with a sneer.

Just when the immortal pointed at Mo Wentian's body, Mo Wentian, who was already seriously injured and unable to move, suddenly moved.

Not only did it move, but it moved at a speed far faster than any previous one.

The potential of the werewolf bloodline, under the tremendous pressure of this immortal's finger, was all stimulated the moment he felt the danger of destruction, and it completely merged with Mo Wentian's body!

"Sneer......"

After a few crisp sounds, the immortal who was enough to shake the mountain stood still.

And Mo Wentian's right hand was against the back of the Emperor's Shadow.

"You can sleep forever!"

"No, it can't be, absolutely can't ......"

With Mo Wentian's cold sound, the Imperial Shadow suddenly let out a hysterical roar.

It's just that this roar can't help anymore.

The shadow of the emperor is fading.

The sword of the king, which had been crushed and shattered before, quickly gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, slowly sewing it together......

A quarter of an hour later, the Emperor's Shadow vanished completely.

In the bright hall, calm was restored again.

This time, it's the real calm.

Mo Wentian's bones that had just been squeezed and broken had all recovered as before, making him sincerely feel a trace of awe at the terrifying healing power of the werewolf bloodline.

In the deep eyes, it is even clearer. There is more of an invisible temperament all over the body.

The whole person stood there like this, like a young emperor, who was proud of the heavens and the earth.

The lost and regained sword of the king, the sword body lingered with a vague breath, as if the dragon was coiling on it, and the light was even more than before.