"Boy, hand over your things quickly!"
Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't take any action, Qiu Sanjin said fiercely.
"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!"
"Arrogant!"
"How arrogant! You are only at the third level of Soul Gathering. How dare you be so arrogant when we are at the peak of Soul Gathering!"
"Master, we might as well kill him directly. This man is just a waste among 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 with anger on their faces.
Qiu Sanjin's face was even more gloomy, as if water was dripping from his eyes.
He is a genius with seventh-level spiritual roots.
Mo Wentian is a waste with first-class spiritual roots. He should kneel down and beg for mercy when he encounters him, but now...
"Get him!"
Qiu Sanjin said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
More than a dozen people walked towards Mo Wentian with cold faces.
The only old man who had left the Sword Realm had an extremely terrifying light flashing in his eyes.
Zhu Guo!
This thing is even more tempting to the Lijian Realm swordsman.
"Boy, this is your own death, you can't blame us!"
The old man gave Mo Wentian a sinister look, and a sharp sword energy accumulated in the old man's body.
"Qiang"
Ignoring the old man and looking at the dozen or so people surrounding him, Mo Wentian drew out his heavy sword.
With the thick black iron sword in his hand, the aura on Mo Wentian's body instantly increased several times.
"Old guy, if you want to kill me, come here, but if you want to kill me with the help of trash like you, you are just dreaming!"
Mo Wentian sneered, and Xuan Tie stood beside him.
"Dark Iron Heavy Sword?"
A hint of disdain rose in the old man's eyes. In the Sword God Continent, there were very few sword cultivators who used heavy swords, because no matter how heavy a sword was, it was useless in the face of sword energy!
"Kill him quickly!"
Qiu Sanjin said with a cold expression.
"Yes, Master!"
There was a flash of coldness in the old man's eyes, and then he said to Mo Wentian: "Today I will show you what the supreme sword energy is. It will be your honor to die in the sword energy!"
"Aoki Sword Qi!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the green-edged sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and a green sword energy passed through the endless void, killing Mo Wentian like lightning.
"Sword Qi!"
Mo Wentian looked stern, and swept the heavy sword in front of him.
The heavy sword comes out.
The surrounding atmosphere was quite depressing. Several people around felt a terrible pressure coming from them, and more than a dozen people quickly retreated!
"bump!"
A crisp sound came, and the sword energy fell on Mo Wentian's heavy sword. The huge power made Mo Wentian's body shake slightly.
"As expected!"
Putting down the heavy sword, Mo Wentian raised an evil smile on his lips.
The cultivation level has been promoted to the fifth level of gathering spirit.
The power in his body is comparable to that of an average Soul Gathering peak. Coupled with his physical strength, he is now strong enough to withstand swordsmen in the early stages of the Li Sword Realm!
"It actually blocked it!"
The old man exclaimed and looked at Mo Wentian in disbelief.
The swordsman in the Soul Gathering Realm blocked the sword energy of the swordsman in the Lijian Realm.
This has not happened in Dongjian City for many years, but today, he saw it with his own eyes, and the person in front of him was the famous Mo family in Dongjian City...
"waste?"
The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, is this considered waste? If Mo Wentian is a waste, then what about the others? Even the three geniuses of Dongjian City are not such evildoers!
"This kid actually blocked Butler Yu Yuan's sword energy!"
"How is this possible? How can the spirit-gathering realm block the sword energy?"
"Could it be that this kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"
…
More than a dozen people had faces filled with shock and suspicion. After a simple collision, no one of the dozen or so people who were originally prepared to step forward to kill Mo Wentian dared to take even a step forward.
"Old guy, did you have a great time fighting just now? If the fighting is over, it will be my turn!"
At this moment, there was a cold voice.
came suddenly.
"Wentian Yijian!"
"scold!"
There was a cold shout, and everyone had just come to their senses, but the moment they looked up at Mo Wentian, there was only a golden sword aura in their eyes.
That sword energy seems to be the king among swords!
Sweeping in with an extremely terrifying energy!
"Oops, go back!"
The old man was the first to react. The sword energy in the void cut through the void, as if it was going to destroy everything. The old man couldn't help but feel chills in his heart!
"How could he emit sword energy? This is 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 mind, but what greeted them was a death-like sword energy.
"brush!"
The sword energy flashed away, and the dozen or so people in front of Mo Wentian suddenly fell silent.
Even the only old man in Lijian Realm.
It also became quiet!
"Sword Qi?"
Qiu Sanjin's body trembled slightly. The moment he saw this sword energy, Qiu Sanjin had only one idea, and that was to escape!
But his steps.
At this moment, it was as if he was filled with lead, and he couldn't even lift half a step!
"bump!"
A dull voice came, and Qiu Sanjin felt his heart twitch violently, and saw an old figure slowly falling down.
There was a hint of disbelief on that figure's face!
"Bump bump bump..."
Several dull voices sounded again, and more than a dozen people, except Qiu Sanjin, all fell to the ground. On their waists, a blood mark slowly oozed blood!
Kill a dozen people with one sword!
"who are you?"
Qiu Sanjin's legs shook, and a foul smell spread from Qiu Sanjin's body.
"waste!"
His eyes swept over Qiu Sanjin, and Mo Wentian had a hint of disdain in his eyes. Seventh-level spiritual roots? Can this be called a genius
"You and I… "
Qiu Sanjin's face flushed red, and then he seemed to remember something, and his face suddenly turned 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 with panic on his face.
"one thousand?"
"Five thousand?"
Mo Wentian curled his lips, his expression did not change at all, and then he ducked out of the way 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 arose in Qiu Sanjin's heart!
He has a seventh-level spiritual root!
He is the third young master of the enemy family. As long as he practices well, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a swordsman in the Lijian Realm. When the time comes, he can enjoy the respect of countless people!
There is even a chance to enter the three major sword gates!
But now, because I provoked the wrong people, all of this has turned into running water!
If he was given a chance, he would never trouble Mo Wentian again.
Beings who can exert sword energy in the Spirit Gathering Realm can no longer be called geniuses, but monsters. They are the monsters of East Sword City, the monsters of the Southern Region, and the monsters of the entire Sword God Continent!
"strangeness!"
Mo Wentian stood in front of Qiu Sanjin, his brows furrowed deeply.
He had clearly used the Heaven-Devouring Divine Technique just now.
But why…
There is no spiritual root that can swallow Qiu Sanjin!
"Does the Heaven-Devouring Divine Technique also have any requirements for swallowing spiritual roots?"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light. Last time, Lin Xiao had only a fifth-level spiritual root and could be devoured by the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art. Why did Qiu Sanjin have a seventh-level spiritual root this time...
"Could it be..."
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he released his palm on Qiu Sanjin's dantian, and Mo Wentian slowly stood up. 34