"What a strong sword intent!"
Seeing Tianjian Mountain getting closer and closer, Ye Chenfeng felt a powerful sword intent in Tianjian Mountain. He had a feeling that the sword intent in Tianjian Mountain was completely released, and he might be able to kill several people in an instant. The ancestral realm is powerful.
"Let's go, Tianjian Mountain is the sacred mountain of my sword domain. In order to show respect to the sacred mountain, everyone must climb from the foot of the mountain."
Po Wentian parked the warship at Tiansha Jianjiao, and led Ye Chenfeng and others along an ancient stone road to prepare for the summit.
At this moment, another huge warship appeared, looking at the battle flag hanging high on the warship, Po Wentian recognized that this warship was the warship of Hunyuan Jianzong.
The original overall strength of Hunyuan Jianzong was comparable to that of Poshan Jianzong, but after Pofajian was bombarded by the original Taoist body, the strength of Poshan Jianzong was no longer as good as Hunyuan Jianzong.
"Hey, isn't this asking the Sovereign Heaven? It's very early!"
A strange sound of yin and yang suddenly sounded on the warship. Wearing a black robe with a divine sword hanging from his back, the Hunyuan Sect Master leaped off the warship with more than a dozen Hunyuan Sword Sect masters.
"Hey, ask Sect Master Tian, why is it that you are the only one leading the team, and old Sect Master Fajian, why didn't he come!"
Just when Po Wentian didn't want to pay attention to the Hunyuan Sovereign and left with Ye Chenfeng and others, he continued to speak relentlessly.
Hearing the Hunyuan Sect Master mentioned the Pofa sword that was killed, the muscles in the corners of Po Wentian's eyes twitched wildly, and a raging anger arose in his heart.
He knew that the Hunyuan Sect Master must have known the news of Pofajian's death, and he definitely humiliated himself on purpose.
"Sect Master Hunyuan, don't you know that the Pofa Sword is dead?"
Po Wentian forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and when he was about to leave, a deep voice sounded in Tianjian Mountain.
"Tantai punishment!"
Hearing this voice, Po Wentian immediately recognized that this voice was coming from his old opponent, the Patriarch of the Tantai Clan, Tantai Xing.
"Sect Master Wentian, don't pay attention to them!" Looking at Po Wentian, whose face was ashen, with veins bursting out of his forehead, Ye Chenfeng patted him on the shoulder and said: "Dogs bite people, people can't bite dogs, and A dog that really bites doesn't bark."
"Haha, what Ye Gongfeng said is right, it's just a bunch of wild dogs!" Hearing Ye Chenfeng's sharp counterattack, Po Wentian laughed out loud.
"Um!"
The Hunyuan Sect Master did not expect Ye Chenfeng to be so courageous, he insulted himself as a dog in public, his face darkened, and the eyes he looked at Ye Chenfeng became serious, full of killing intent.
"Po Wentian, your master has been killed, and your Mountain-Breaking Sword Sect is no longer qualified to compete for the Sword Palace. As far as you know, don't be ashamed of yourself!" The Hunyuan Sect Master warned with an unkind expression.
"Whether my Poshan Sword Sect is qualified or not, you don't need to worry about it!" Po Wentian snorted coldly: "You should think more about the Hunyuan Sword Sect."
"let's go!"
After finishing speaking, Po Wentian ignored Hunyuan Sect Master and the others, and led Ye Chenfeng and his party up the stone steps with a sense of mottled years, and walked step by step to the top of Tianjian Mountain, which is tens of thousands of meters high. .
"Po Wentian, you'd better pray that you don't run into my Hunyuan Sword Sect, or I will definitely make you pay the price in blood!"
Sect Master Hunyuan looked at the backs of Ye Chenfeng and Po Wentian with dark eyes, gritted his teeth and swore in his heart.
"Ye Gongfeng, do you think Hunyuan Sword Sect and the Tantai Clan are behind the scenes?" Po Wentian with a gloomy face clenched his fists tightly and said coldly through voice transmission.
"I can't see it yet, but when the Mountain-Breaking Sword Sect was blocked, the news of the death of the old suzerain still spread, which proves that there are spies in the Mountain-Breaking Sword Sect!" Ye Chenfeng walked evenly, passing Yin replied.
On the way up, he controlled the extremely fast deduction of the God-eating Brain, and silently comprehended the sword intent in Tianjian Mountain, deepening his understanding of the way of the sword.
"I also didn't expect that even after I bloodbathed the Mountain-Breaking Sword Sect, there would still be traitors!" Po Wentian said with an ugly face, "It seems that the various forces have already plotted against my Mountain-Breaking Sword Sect."
Tianjian Mountain is tens of thousands of meters high, and the mountain road is built around the mountain. It takes a long, long time to climb to the top. As the distance increases, Ye Chenfeng feels a powerful sword intent gushing down through the clouds and mist However, the prestige of strength and status simply cannot climb to the top of Tianjian Mountain under the pressure of this terrifying sword intent.
"Shhhhhh!"
As they walked, piercing sounds suddenly entered the ears of Ye Chenfeng and his group. Following the source of the sound, they saw a man in a white robe who looked like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. The man who gave people an extremely dangerous feeling stepped on the steep mountain wall and rushed towards the top of Tianjian Mountain in a straight line at an extremely fast speed.
"Zhentian Xing, the first genius of Zhentian Sword Sect, I didn't expect him to break through to the realm of one-star Daozu!"
Feeling the strong sword intent emanating from the body of the man in white, Po Wentian's face changed slightly, revealing a trace of solemnity.
And Ye Chenfeng glanced at Zhentianxing, and lost interest in him. Although Zhentianxing broke through to the realm of one-star Daozu in less than five thousand years of cultivation, he was amazing enough, and his strength and ability could overwhelm the entire Mountain-breaking Sword Sect. But in front of Ye Chenfeng's eyes, it's not enough.
With Ye Chenfeng's current strength, he can be killed with just one punch.
"This Zhentian Sword Sect should be our biggest enemy." Elder Huo said in a low voice.
"It's just a one-star Taoist ancestor, there is nothing to be afraid of, let's continue to climb up!" Ye Chenfeng said lightly, and continued to walk evenly along the winding road to the top of Tianjian Mountain.
Not long after walking, Ye Chenfeng and his group felt a powerful aura appear again. Through the slowly floating sea of clouds, Ye Chenfeng and his group vaguely saw a glow of five colors, a graceful figure in the air. Speed shuttle in the sea of clouds.
"Dry Bingzi, Princess Ganjia, I didn't expect her to break through to the realm of one-star Daozu!"
Seeing the figure disappearing in front of his eyes, Po Wentian was hit hard. He never expected that so many juniors surpassed him in realm.
"Is he really capable of turning the tide?"
Po Wentian glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who was calm and unaffected, and pinned all his hopes on him.
"Boom boom boom!"
After several hours of rapid climbing, Ye Chenfeng and his team gradually approached the top of Tianjian Mountain, where the temperature continued to drop and there were large snowflakes floating, when they suddenly felt a slight shaking of the snow-covered mountain.
An unusually strong man, wearing animal skin, showing red muscles, and a head of jet-black long hair casually scattered on his shoulders, giving people an unruly feeling, stepped on the hard mountain wall of Tianjian Mountain, cracking footprints one by one.
"Tantaixiong, how could it be him, isn't he dead?"
Looking at the animal skin man, Po Wentian's eyes widened, as if he saw a ghost in his shocked eyes.
Hearing Po Wentian's exclamation, Tan Taixiong's gray eyes burst into light, and he glanced at the stunned Po Wentian, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.