Chapter 1188 (1/2)

The sword just now didn't directly cut momeng, but the energy of the explosion made him hurt more and more. He couldn't bear Wang Xiaojian's move any more.

At this time, the feeling is like the ice cold from the hell, and the hair of Mo Meng stands up.

The fear of death made him beg for mercy to Wang Xiaojian and said, ”Wang Xiaojian, let me go.”

This is the emperor of the Moro emperor, and also the strongest in the southeast region.

Once upon a time, he was supreme.

But now he put down his dignity and begged Wang Xiaojian for mercy.

People under the sky were shocked by momon's action.

But in Wang Xiaojian's eyes, it is the cold light.

”Momon, cutting you into pieces is not enough to vent my hatred. Hurt me? Go to hell

Wang Xiaojian's voice is cold and his body is burning with blue crown and blazing evil.

As the voice fell, he raised the sword of judgment faith in his hand and chopped at Mormon.

The ruling belief sword contains the invincible artistic conception of gold. With Wang Xiaojian's military strength at Wuzong level, it is irresistible.

The shadow of the sword came in front of him. He was afraid and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

With a bang, momon's arm was cut off.

He screamed, his body fell from the sky, blood floating.

Ah!

The speed of falling down and Wang Xiaojian's killing machine make momong fear to the extreme.

At this time, he did not care to be cut off the arm, desperately urged the true Qi, want to fly again, escape from the sky.

However, Wang Xiaojian did not give him a chance.

He unfolded the flame wings of the burning green crown, and the figure flashed again in front of Mormon.

Then, at a speed with momon, he dived down toward the earth.

Wang Xiaojian looks at Mo Meng, his handsome face is awe inspiring.

It was like the chill of nine hell, which made momeng's hair stand upside down.

”Let me go Ah

Mormon's bloodstained face showed extreme exaggerated fear.

He opened his mouth again and begged Wang Xiaojian for mercy.

However, Wang Xiaojian's killing opportunity did not decrease. He ruled that the sword of faith was being chopped toward Mormon.

Hishishi ~

in the air, a shrill scream was heard.

Wang Xiaojian brandishes the long sword, each sword Qi cuts out, contains the artistic conception of gold and the power of heaven and earth holy fire, which makes mormeng's seriously injured body unable to resist.

Momon was covered with blood.

His arms and legs were all cut off and he fell into the sky.

Mo Meng was cut into a staff by Wang Xiaojian, and only his head was left on his bloody body.

Mormon's blood splashed and his miserable appearance almost made him faint.

Mormon was in agony. His face on his head was twisted to the extreme and became extremely ferocious.

He never thought that one day, he would die so tragically.

”Wang Xiaojian I am a ghost I won't let you go Roar... ”

Mormon knew he was going to die, and he roared.

Before dying, curse Wang Xiaojian.

Even if he died, he would not let go of Wang Xiaojian.

However, the voice fell, and the cold voice of Wang Xiaojian rang out in the air.

”Ghost? Mormon, how can you get a chance? ”

”What? Ah

Momon's body was shocked. He seemed to realize something, and his fear reached the extreme. His body trembled and his soul trembled.

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian's killing opportunity is not reduced.

In the scream of Mormon's fear, he raised the sword of judgment belief and cut it down from the top of his head.

The sharp ruling belief sword contains the artistic conception of gold and is invincible.

Cut off momont's eyebrows and divide his body into two.

The energy of sword Qi invades mormeng's remnant bodies and makes them explode with a bang.