super king glory

"Since Bian Daque and the other five injured Huang Moluo, they will definitely follow in the footsteps of those guardians of the Zhou family."

"Unless a miracle happens, there is no other possibility."

"Eh……"

There were bursts of voices, and finally turned into pity and sighs.

When the people around heard this, they looked pained.

Because, if Bian Daque died, the brutal Emperor Mo Luo would definitely kill him to vent his anger.They too were doomed.

The astonishing combat power of Wang Xiaojian and five people gave them hope.

However, this flame of hope was shattered before starting a prairie fire.

The battle in the sky is still fierce.

Some people didn't dare to watch it anymore, because it was destined to be a tragic result.

However, most people still looked at the sky, hoping in their hearts.

After the fall of the Zhou Kingdom, each of them, the natives of Zhongzhou, lived in dire straits.

Under the tyranny of Mara, they suffered a lot.

They are longing for a miracle to happen, longing for Wang Xiaojian to defeat Emperor Moro and save them, the people who have suffered so much.

……

Outside the six-door fire formation, Wang Xiaojian, Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, Wang Zhaojun, and Huang Zhong in the sky erupted with tyrannical power.

Wang Xiaojian's light wing slash, Huang Zhong's basalt crystal cannon, and Wang Zhaojun's ice spell wounded Momeng again.

The earth-level inner armor on Mo Luo Huang Mo Meng's body made his body not dripping with blood.

However, he still suffered serious internal injuries, his internal organs shook violently, and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood!

brush!

In the sky, icy snowflakes fell.

Wang Zhaojun raised the frost staff in his hand and used his big move. Winter is coming!

Boo!

The cry of the phoenix resounded in the air.

Mo Luo Huang Mo Meng spread out his jet-black wings of true energy.

His body was like an extremely fast light. After enduring the double blow of frost and flame, he penetrated the cover of Wang Zhaojun's ultimate move and opened the distance from Wang Xiaojian and everyone.

The injuries from his body caused severe pain to Mo Luo Huang Mo Meng's body.

His chest heaved, but there was a venomous light in his eyes.

Seeing Wang Xiaojian flying over with Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong, Zhang Fei, and Wang Zhaojun, he let out a cold voice, "Wang Xiaojian, you guys should die!"

Momeng's voice emitted a strong murderous intent, enveloping Wang Xiaojian and the others.

This murderous intent was unprecedented, as if the god of death in hell stepped into the world.

However, Wang Xiaojian showed no fear, on the contrary, there was a mocking expression on his handsome face.

"Momeng, can you be a little creative? You say this sentence a hundred times, but we live well. On the contrary, you are dying."

Momeng was startled when he heard the words, then opened his mouth full of blood and grinned grimly.

"Wang Xiaojian, you really are the most daring person in the world. Not only are you daring, you are also arrogant. How do you think I won the country?"

Momomeng was injured, but he was confident, and at this time he was condescending and questioned Wang Xiaojian.

Wang Xiaojian frowned slightly, then held the Judgment Faith Sword in his hand, and said: "Look at your appearance, you still have a hole card."

Momeng laughed wildly, and said in a serious voice, "That's right. Since I am the strongest in the southeast region, and the emperor of the Moluo Kingdom, how can I not have the ability to suppress the bottom of the box?!"

"That day, I used that move to kill five guardians of the Zhou Kingdom. Today, I will use it to kill you!"

"Wang Xiaojian, you daring brat, you are my enemy, and I will tear you and your companions to pieces!"

With murderous intent on his face, Momeng took out a jade bottle from his bosom, and poured out another Earth Spirit Pill to restore true energy.

In front of Wang Xiaojian, after he ate the elixir, the excessively consumed zhenqi in his body quickly recovered.

Immediately, Momeng held the sword in both hands.

He performed the exercises, and the aura of his whole body was condensed to the peak.

Immediately, facing Wang Xiaojian's direction, holding the sword in both hands, golden light shot out from his eyes.

"The Nine Heavens of the Canglong——The emperor turns around!"

The first thousand and 180 chapters of the decisive battle against Momo (seven)

groan!

The sky fell apart and the thunder rumbled.

Behind Momeng, a phantom of a dragon condensed.

It was a blue dragon, and it roared in the direction of Wang Xiaojian and the others.

The roar shakes the soul.

It's like a real black dragon coming to the world.

Amid the roar of the blue dragon, Momeng's injured body quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, he grew three heads and six arms.

Under Wang Xiaojian's, Wang Zhaojun's, Zhang Fei's, Zhao Yun's and Huang Zhong's surprised gazes, his body swayed.

The body with three heads and six arms turned into three figures again.

Three momos.

They dress the same, look the same, and have the same temperament.

Each one is an emperor.