Chapter 1209: Overlord? You're Not Worthy

In the sky between the seventy-six peaks and seventy-seven peaks of Tianjiao Mountain, Wang Qingyuan held a black iron spear and stood proudly in the air, exuding an extremely overbearing aura around him.

Wang Qingyuan's lance slowly pointed towards Lin Mo, and said with contempt in his icy coldness, “Lin Mo right, do you have the guts to fight with me?”

Whew! Whew! Whew!

After he finished speaking, the power in his body rumbled and surged fast, majestic Yuan Power, instantly transforming into roiling thunder, blocking the entire piece of sky.

“However, if you don't have the guts, you will have to fight, you have no choice.”

Wang Qingyuan held his black iron spear in his hand, his eyes filled with arrogance.

Lin Mo raised his eyes and looked at the thunder grid that filled the sky, but he didn't feel anything, only to say nonchalantly, “It's fine if you want to fight, the old rules, first report your value and origin.”

“Ridiculous.” Wang Qingyuan, like Zhong Qing and the others before him, heard this as if he had heard a heavenly joke.

Lin Mo also shook his head helplessly, “Alas, letting me price it again, really ...... valuing it high and you guys don't deserve it, valuing it low and saying that I'm insulting you.”

“Quote yourself, is it that hard?”

“Hehe, my price is not something you can imagine.” Wang Qingyuan snorted coldly, “Just this Overlord Gun of mine alone is twenty million Yuan Spirit Pearls!”

Boom!

Saying that, Wang Qingyuan's figure had stormed, a powerful force that instantly swept across the entire field.

A Hegemony Gun, rushed straight down, as if a fierce tiger had descended from the mountain, unstoppable.

Zhong Qing's three people looked at Wang Qingyuan with such ferocity, the despair in their eyes gradually faded and was replaced by a flash of excitement, as long as Wang Qingyuan decapitated Lin Mo, then the IOUs they had written would be useless.

“Make sure to get this kid killed.”

“That's right, looking at his arrogant appearance just now, I just can't wait to whip his tendons and skin him.”

“When the Overlord's Gun comes out, who can compete with him.”

......

The three of them couldn't help but whisper as they looked at the overbearing Wang Qingyuan, and the many Spirit Sword Hall executives in front of the Spirit Sword Hall's light screen were also paying attention to the two of them.

However, they weren't so quick to jump to conclusions and just watched quietly.

Boom!

Under the gazes of the crowd, Wang Qingyuan's Overlord Lance, which was already entrapped with extremely domineering power, stormed down, and Lin Mo's eyes slightly condensed without a hint of slacking off.

He immediately threw out the Heavenly Dragon of Creation, and then held his halberd horizontally with both hands, and was already in a defensive stance.

“Hmph, a mantis!” Wang Qingyuan, coldly snorted.

Clang!

In the next instant, an ear-piercing sound of metal clashing erupted, and the violent wind was also like a blade, raging and sweeping away.

Lin Mo's figure, that huge impact, knocked back five steps.

“Not bad power, qualified to fight me.” Wang Qingyuan was slightly surprised, and then he coldly snorted, and then the tip of his spear suddenly veered, directly stabbing towards Lin Mo's chest like lightning.

Lin Mo naturally wouldn't be a sitting duck, only to see him snort coldly, his body quickly parted, at the same time, the Heavenly Dragon of Creation in his hand also futilely erupted with a strong force sweeping across.

“Eh?”

Wang Qingyuan frowned slightly, and had to withdraw his attack and retreat violently.

Boom!

He had just retreated and landed on the ground, when Lin Mo's figure swept in like lightning, and the Heavenly Dragon of Creation, whose golden light surged, directly slashed angrily at the top of Wang Qingyuan's head.

“Stirring up your nose?” Wang Qingyuan coldly snorted, “Then let you feel the power of the Overlord.”

After he said that, in the sky behind him, there was a martial arts vision of a black iron spear that manifested, and as soon as the vision came out, he gripped it in the air, and the shadow of the spear swept in, instantly overlapping with his Overlord's spear.

After that, a world dominating aura rose up to the sky.

Boom!

When the hegemonic intent climbed to the extreme, Wang Qingyuan raised his spear to meet Lin Mo.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the next moment, the two figures clashed together, the halberd and the iron spear clashing madly together, erupting in a burst of ear-piercing sounds.

However, after only seven or eight clashes, Wang Qingyuan's figure swept into the sky.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, followed him like a shadow and didn't give him too much of a chance, as the golden light surging out of the Heavenly Dragon of Creation, which carried Lin Mo's terrifying power, continuously poured down.

“How ...... how is this possible!”

After several more encounters, Wang Qingyuan's face finally changed, the arrogance in his eyes disappeared without a trace, only a strong sense of disbelief remained.

“Inherited Martial Skill, Ghost God's Wrath!”

Lin Mo's tiger body suddenly burst, extremely powerful strength, overturning rivers and rivers like crazy surging away, majestic Heavenly Dragon Yuan Power erupted out from his body, and then turned into a purple flame, draped around the top of the war halberd.

Lin Mo then quickly swung the halberd, the flame filled halberd, as if it was infused with the power of the Heavenly God, erupted with amazing power.

Wang Qingyuan was already horrified when he merely resisted the first strike, and his figure was shaken back several steps.

However, he also reacted extremely quickly, and immediately mobilized his power as well, urging a powerful attack.