"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

High in the sky, the glow of light turned into a sword, as many as tens of thousands of daos, and they collided together in the blink of an eye.

Ten thousand swords slashed, the fierce and amazing momentum disturbed the four directions, the majestic sword momentum overwhelmed the space, and the entire five heavens seemed to have become a sea of swords at this moment.

In the collision, the sword light continued to crumble, and the phantom behind the two of them spit out endless light, constantly condensing into a sword shadow, and slashing out endlessly.

This is a protracted battle, and the chaotic sword swings into the air, forming a kind of domain, and if a third party is trapped in it, it will be shattered into a blood mist in an instant, and the form and spirit will be destroyed!

"What a magic pen!"

In the five heavens, on the peak surrounded by demonic energy, the Purple Pole Holy Son Xing Tianyi looked at the sky from afar, he saw the magic pen in Mo Wuchen's hand, and also saw that the other party was using this magic pen to copy the means of the Tianlan Holy Son.

"How many secrets does he still hide?"

The Holy Maiden of Yunxi frowned, it can be said that she knows more about Mo Wuchen than everyone else, however, the magic pen that Mo Wuchen took out today, even if it is herself, is the first time she has seen it.

"Shock me!"

The anger echoed, the Tianlan Holy Son waved his big hand into the air, and all the swords were destroyed, and suddenly an infinite sea of fire manifested, forming a terrifying fire dragon, causing the temperature of this heaven and earth to reach a critical point in an instant.

The fire dragon roared, there were hundreds of them, completely locked Mo Wangchen, and rushed towards him.

"Extinguish!"

Mo Wuchen snorted coldly, waved the magic pen again, and continued to copy, the phantom five fingers behind him flicked, and the infinite fire burst out, and it also turned into a hundred-headed fire dragon, rushing out.

Hundreds of dragons fight in the sky, the scene is so spectacular, the entire five days, the temperature has reached an extremely high level, as if turned into a furnace.

With the magic pen in hand, no matter how powerful the Tianlan Holy Son is, Mo Wuchen can easily copy it and meet it with the same power and the same means.

"You think that I am a crooked and evil way, and I can't compete with your real Nine Heavens Divine Technique, but in my opinion, you use the Divine Technique, and I only need to copy it, whose consumption is greater, you should be clear, Jiang Jiuyun, unless you burn the third drop of blood vein power, otherwise you will not be able to consume me in the end." ”

Don't forget the dust to hold the pen in the air, like a god who created the world, can draw all things, "but...... Even if you burn the third drop of essence blood and return to your peak state, you will still be defeated, no matter what inheritance your third drop of essence blood gives you, my magic pen can be copied. ”

"This ...... It's truly invincible!"

The list of his words came clearly into everyone's ears, and everyone fell silent.

Some of the older masters can't help but feel a little numb in their scalps.

What is the magic pen in Mo Wuchen's hand, this face is too terrifying, even the Jiang family's Nine Heavens Divine Technique can be copied, in this world, is there still a holy technique that he can't copy?

If a rebel power made a move against Mo Wuchen, he would also use the magic pen in his hand to copy the opponent's attack, could he also reach such an extent?

Everyone doesn't know, but no matter what, the magic pen in Mo Wuchen's hand has already made many people feel jealous at this moment.

What they don't know is that although the Heavenly Pen can copy all the exercises in this world, there are also limitations.

In the same realm, the means that Mo Forgetchen copied are naturally as powerful as them.

But once, the opponent's strength is far above Mo Wangchen, the wall is like a reverse power to attack Mo Wuchen, even if Mo Wuchen has a heavenly pen, he can copy the same exercises as the opponent, but the means copied out, the power is too different, and it is not enough to fight at all.

"Nine Heavens Sword, slash again!"

In the five heavens, the battle was once again at a fever pitch, the Tianlan Holy Son shouted angrily, and the phantom behind him once again opened his mouth and spit out a colorful glow, turning into ten thousand swords and slashing out.

Mo Wangchen's face calmly waved his magic pen and copied it again.

But this time, the ten thousand swords he turned into seemed to be stronger than that of the Tianlan Holy Son.

"The divine power in your body will eventually be exhausted, and the power of the moves will be greatly reduced, and my divine sea will never be exhausted, and the copied moves will be as powerful as before from beginning to end, what do you use to fight me?"

"Click, click, click, ......"

Ten thousand swords slashed and collided together, and the majestic sword momentum filled the entire Five Heavens.

The sword light continued to collapse, but everyone found that in this encounter, gradually, the Tianlan Holy Son seemed to have fallen into the disadvantage.

Because they could clearly see that the sword light emitted by the Heavenly Lan Holy Son was much weaker than when it was first used.

On the contrary, Mo Wuchen is still brave.

In the end, the attack of the Tianlan Holy Son was disintegrated, and Mo Wuchen still had nearly a thousand swords left, powerful like a rainbow, locking the Tianlan Holy Son and slashing away.

By now, Mo Wuchen has finally changed from passive to active, and has begun to attack and kill the Holy Son of Tianlan.

"Boom!"

The Holy Son of Tianlan shouted angrily, and the phantom behind him reached out with a big hand, wanting to resist Mo Wangchen's thousand swords.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

The sword light and the big hand finally collided, although they were both destroyed, but what was unbelievable was that in this encounter, the phantom behind the Tianlan Holy Son, the palm that protruded out, was also shattered by the thousand swords.

"Constantly urging the divine technique, the consumption of the Tianlan Holy Son is too great, and the power of the move has already been greatly reduced, and Mo Wuchen only needs to copy it, there is almost no consumption, and the power is still the same. ”

Someone spoke, and now, they naturally saw this, and couldn't help but exclaim, could it be that this battle has been going on so far, and the Tianlan Holy Son has not hesitated to burn the power of the blood in his body, but he is still going to lose?

"Young Master ......"

In the crowd of the Jiang family, when they saw that the palm of the Nine Heavens Ancestor was actually slashed by a thousand swords, everyone's hearts were raised for a while, and their faces became extremely solemn.

"It's time for all this to end......"

Looking at the pale Tianlan Holy Son, who retreated again and again, and even blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Mo Wuchen shook his head and spoke lightly, and then he waved his magic pen again.

"Buzz ......"

In an instant, a sword light with monstrous power manifested, and it seemed to travel through time and space, and came to the primeval tearing space, approaching the location of the Tianlan Holy Son.

This sword, Mo Forgetchen is also copying, it is not the Nine Heavens Divine Technique, but the amazing sword when Lin Feng slashed Yan Ruyi in the past!

As long as it is a move that Mo Wuchen has seen, keep it in mind, no matter how long it has passed, he can copy it.

With a magic pen in hand, it is equivalent to Mo Wuchen is practicing any exercises in this world.

No matter how strong or weak these exercises are, with the help of the magic pen, he can perform them!

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