Chapter 23 One Sword

"Boy, hurry up and hand over the things!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't take any action, Qiu Sanjin said viciously.

"Hand it over?"

Mo Wentian sneered, and then said: "The three spiritual fruits are indeed in my hands, if you want them, you can get them yourself!"

"Arrogance!"

"Presumptuous, you are only at the third level of Juling, and you dare to be so arrogant under our group of peak Juling!"

"Master, we might as well kill him directly. This person is just a waste in the Mo family. Even if we kill him, the Mo family will not trouble us for him!"

"That's right!"

...

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian angrily.

Qiu Sanjin's face was even more gloomy, as if water was about to drip.

He is a genius with a seventh-class spiritual root.

Mo Wentian is a trash with a first-class spiritual root. When he meets him, he should kneel down and beg for mercy, but now...

"Get him for me!"

Qiu Sanjin said coldly.

"Yes, master!"

More than a dozen people walked towards Mo Wentian with gloomy faces.

The only old man in Lijian Realm had a frightening gleam in his eyes.

Zhu Guo!

This thing is more attractive to swordsmen in the Lijian realm.

"Boy, this is the dead end you found yourself, no wonder us!"

The old man gave Mo Wentian a suspicious look, and a sharp sword energy accumulated on the old man's body.

"clang"

Ignoring the old man, Mo Wentian directly drew out his epee as he watched the dozen or so people surrounding him.

With the thick black iron sword in his hand, Mo Wentian's aura instantly increased several times.

"Old guy, come here if you want to kill me, but relying on you trash to also want to kill me, you are dreaming!"

Mo Wentian sneered, and Xuan Tie stuck directly beside him.

"A dark iron heavy sword?"

A look of disdain appeared in the eyes of the old man. On the Sword God Continent, there are very few sword masters who use heavy swords, because in front of sword energy, no matter how heavy the sword is, it is useless!

"Hurry up and kill him!"

Qiu Sanjin said with a cold face.

"Yes, master!"

Coldness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said to Mo Wentian, "Today I will show you what is the supreme sword energy, and it is your honor to die in the sword energy!"

"Aoki Sword Qi!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the Qingfeng sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, a cyan sword energy swept across the endless void, killing Mo Wentian like lightning.

"Sword Qi!"

Mo Wentian's expression froze, and he swept the epee in front of him with a sweeping move.

The epee comes out.

The surrounding atmosphere was quite suppressed, and the few people around only felt a terrible pressure coming, and a dozen people retreated quickly!

"bump!"

A clear voice came, and the sword energy fell on Mo Wentian's epee. The huge force made Mo Wentian's body tremble slightly.

"Sure enough!"

Putting down the epee, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled into an evil smile.

The cultivation base has been upgraded to the fifth level of gathering spirits.

The strength in his body is comparable to that of the peak gathering spirits. Coupled with the strength of his body, he is now strong enough to resist the swordsman in the early stage of the Lijian realm!

"It actually blocked it!"

The old man exclaimed, and looked at Mo Wentian in disbelief.

The swordsman at the Gathering Spirit Realm blocked the sword energy of the swordsman at the Lijian Realm.

This has not appeared in East Sword City for many years, but today, he saw it with his own eyes, and the person in front of him is the famous Mo family of East Sword City...

"waste?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, is this considered trash? If Mo Wentian is a waste, what about other people, I am afraid that even the three geniuses of East Sword City are not so monstrous!

"This kid actually blocked Steward Yu Yuan's sword energy!"

"How is this possible? How can the Gathering Spirit Realm block the sword energy?"

"Could it be that this kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

...

Dozens of people were full of surprise, a simple collision, originally planned to step forward to kill Mo Wentian, but now none of them dared to take half a step forward.

"Old guy, did you have a great fight just now? If the fight is over, then it's my turn!"

At this moment, there was a cold voice.

Came suddenly.

"Qian Tianyi Sword!"

"scold!"

There was a cold shout, and everyone just came back to their senses, but the moment they looked up at Mo Wentian, there was only a golden sword aura left in their eyes.

That sword energy seemed to be the king of the sword!

With an incomparably terrifying vigor, he swept over!

"Oops, go back!"

The old man was the first to react, the sword energy from the void cut through the void, as if it wanted to destroy everything, and the old man couldn't help but feel chills for a while!

"How could he emit sword energy, it's impossible!"

"Isn't he a waste in the spirit gathering realm?"

"Isn't he a first-class spiritual root?"

...

Countless thoughts appeared in everyone's minds, but what greeted them was a death-like sword energy.

"brush!"

The sword energy disappeared in a flash, and the dozen or so people in front of Mo Wentian suddenly fell silent.

Even the only elder from the sword realm.

Also quiet down!

"Sword Qi?"

Qiu Sanjin's body trembled slightly, the moment he saw this sword energy, Qiu Sanjin had only one thought, and that was to run away!

But his footsteps.

At this moment, it seemed like lead was poured, and he couldn't even lift half a step!

"bump!"

A dull voice came, Qiu Sanjin only felt his heart twitch violently, and saw an old figure slowly falling down.

There was a look of disbelief on that figure's face!

"Bump bump..."

A few dull voices sounded again, and a dozen people, except Qiu Sanjin, all fell to the ground. On their waists, a bloodstain slowly oozed out blood!

With one sword, kill more than a dozen people!

"who are you?"

Qiu Sanjin's legs trembled, and a foul smell spread from Qiu Sanjin's body.

"waste!"

His eyes swept across Qiu Sanjin's body, Mo Wentian had a hint of disdain in his eyes, seventh-class spiritual root? Can he be called a genius just like this?

"You and I……"

Qiu Sanjin's face flushed red, and then he seemed to remember something, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

"Don't kill me, I can ask my father to give you one thousand gold coins, no, five thousand gold coins..."

Qiu Sanjin suddenly knelt on the ground and said in panic.

"one thousand?"

"Five thousand?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched, his expression didn't change at all, and then he dodged and suddenly appeared in front of Qiu Sanjin.

"Do not kill me……"

"ah……"

A scream sounded, and Qiu Sanjin's body fell straight to the ground. At the last moment of death, endless regret rose in Qiu Sanjin's heart!

He is a seventh-class spiritual root!

He is the third young master of the Chou family. As long as he cultivates hard, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a swordsman of Lijian Realm. By then, he can enjoy the reverence of countless people!

There is even a chance to enter the Three Great Sword Gates!

But now, because of provoking someone who shouldn't be provoking, all of this has turned into running water!

If he was given a chance, he would definitely not trouble Mo Wentian again.

The existence of being able to produce sword energy in the Spirit Gathering Realm can no longer be called a genius, but an evildoer, the evildoer of East Sword City, the evildoer of the Southern Region, and the evildoer of the entire Sword God Continent!

"strangeness!"

Mo Wentian stood in front of Qiu Sanjin, frowning deeply.

Just now he clearly operated the Heaven Devouring God Art.

But why...

There is no spiritual root that devours Qiu Sanjin!

"Is there any requirement for the Heaven Devouring God Art to devour the spirit root?"

A light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes. Last time, Lin Xiao was only a fifth-class spiritual root, and he could devour it with the Heaven Devouring Art. Why is it that Qiu Sanjin is a seventh-class spiritual root this time, but instead...

"Could it be..."

As if remembering something, Mo Wentian's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he let go of the palm on Qiu Sanjin's dantian, and Mo Wentian stood up slowly. 34