Fengtian Mingzong, Xingfeng Hall.
Nie Tian looked solemn and looked at everyone in the hall with cold eyebrows.
At this time, he seemed to be in a desperate situation, with Shen Yunhe in front of him and Fan Zhong behind him.
Shen Yunhe and Fan Zhong are both banner masters of the Fengtian Ming Sect. Among the current sects, they are second only to the sect leader Leng Shuang Wuchen.
In the turbulent Fengtian Mingzong, Shen Yunhe and Fan Zhong not only failed to work together, but even had deep grudges.
At the beginning, these two people were qualified to compete for the sect leader, but unfortunately they lost to Leng Shuang Wuchen in the end.
Although both of them are now banner masters, everyone knows that they have never given up the idea of becoming sect masters.
Shen Yunhe and Fan Zhong are each their own masters, and they have great potential to establish another mountain.
It was only because they were frightened by Leng Shuang Wuchen's strength that they remained dormant.
But this time, Leng Shuang Wuchen was going to hold the Fengtian Selection, but Shen Yunhe and Fan Zhong were on the same page, and they all strongly opposed it.
But in the end, with the strong support of Leng Shuangwuchen, the Fengtian selection was held as scheduled.
Shen Yunhe and Fan Zhong must have resentment in their hearts about this matter, so it is not surprising that they took action against Nie Tian at this time.
As for the other people in the hall, they seemed to have no intention of stopping it.
"Boy, suffer death!" At this time, the power of the thunder cloud around Shen Yunhe became even more violent. He roared, and struck out with a palm. The thunder force fell powerfully and pressed towards Nie Tian.
Nie Tian's eyes darkened slightly, and the Haotian Sword roared in the sky, its sword intent reaching the sky.
"Bang!" The next moment, a muffled sound came out, and Nie Tian's figure retreated wildly again. He was still in the air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
When he could stabilize his figure, his face was as pale as paper, which was very scary.
"Huh?" A palm fell, severely injuring Nie Tian. Instead of a smile, Shen Yunhe's face showed surprise and confusion.
In the palm strike just now, he had used the power of his own bloodline, almost using all his strength to strike, but he was not surprised that he failed to kill Nie Tian.
He doubted that the person standing in front of him really only had the ninth level of Heavenly Tribulation cultivation
"This kid is so unbelievable!" Others were also shocked when they saw this scene.
They were all powerful Tianwu Saint Ancestors, how could they not see the terrifying power of Shen Yunhe's palm just now. Not to mention the ordinary ninth-level Holy Kings of Heavenly Tribulation, even if they bear this palm head-on, they will be seriously injured even if they don't die.
But Nie Tian was only seriously injured, which was terrible.
Could it be said that Nie Tian's strength is no longer inferior to theirs
"This son must not be kept!" Behind Nie Tian, Fan Zhong's eyes flashed with cold light and murderous intent.
The stronger Nie Tian showed his strength, the more flustered Fan Zhong became.
At this time, he made up his mind. If Shen Yunhe didn't kill Nie Tian, then he would kill Nie Tian regardless of his identity as the flag owner.
"Nie Tian, are you okay?" Tang Shisan moved and came to Nie Tian's side, asking seriously.
Nie Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head slightly. After taking a deep breath, his originally pale face actually softened.
"How is that possible?" Shen Yunhe frowned and couldn't help but be surprised.
Nie Tian was obviously seriously injured just now, how could he recover in the blink of an eye
Such powerful vitality and resilience cannot be achieved even by those fate geniuses with seven lifelines.
"Nine lifelines are indeed powerful!" Wen Lun knew Nie Tian's identity and was deeply shocked by the power of the nine lifelines.
However, he did not know that Nie Tian did not have nine lifelines, but possessed the ultimate secret of fate, the tenth lifeline.
Although the injury just now was serious, it was not fatal to Nie Tian who had the tenth lifeline.
"This kid's lifeline is weird, he is really from the Fengtian Ming Sect!" Fan Zhong also realized something was wrong at this time, and his expression couldn't help but change.
He sensed that Nie Tian had at least seven lifelines, or even more.
But he was very surprised when the Fengtian Ming Sect had such a destiny genius.
Could it be that Nie Tian was secretly trained by Leng Shuang Wuchen
If this is the case, doesn't it mean that Leng Shuang Wuchen still has a hidden hand
The more Fan Zhong thought about it, the more it seemed possible, otherwise why would Leng Shuangwuchen hold the Fengtian selection under such great pressure.
"Boy, since you are Leng Shuang Wuchen, I have no choice but to leave you alone." When Fan Zhong thought of this, his eyes became more murderous, and he even wanted to take action directly.
But at this moment, Shen Yunhe took one step forward and was about to take action again.
"The dignified banner leader of the Feng Tian Ming Sect turned out to be a shameless person." Nie Tian looked at Shen Yunhe with a cold face and said coldly: "As the Feng Emperor, I feel ashamed for you."
"Boy, you..." Shen Yunhe had a murderous intention, but he suddenly understood. His pupils could not help but shrink, and he said in shock: "What did you say?"
"Feng Huang!" Fan Zhong also reacted immediately and screamed in surprise.
"Fenghuang, he said he is Fenghuang!" Others were stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed.
How could they not be surprised that Nie Tian actually called himself Emperor Feng
Nie Tian had a gloomy look on his face and glanced at everyone, saying, "You didn't expect that you would meet me, the Feng Huang, in this way."
"Boy, you said you are Feng Huang, what evidence do you have?" Shen Yunhe calmed down a little, stepped forward, and shouted coldly.
He did not believe that the young warrior in front of him would be the Fenghuang of the Fengtian Life Sect.
"You brat, forget it if you pretend to be a disciple of the Feng Tian Ming Sect. If you dare to pretend to be the Feng Emperor, I can kill you right now." Fan Zhong also pressed forward with murderous intent.
Others were also looking at Nie Tian, obviously not convinced.
"Is this enough?" Nie Tian sneered, and with a thought, the Fenghuang mark appeared on his forehead.
Immediately, the Fenghuang mark was attracted by the foreheads of Fan Zhong and others, and also appeared.
"He can trigger our Fenghuang Mark. He is really the Fenghuang!" Someone reacted and immediately screamed.
"You, you are really the Feng Emperor." Shen Yunhe's pupils shrank and he was stunned. His whole aura instantly dissipated, like a rooster with wet feathers.
He never dreamed that Nie Tian would be the Feng Emperor!
And he almost killed Feng Huang just now.
"Fan Banner Master, what do you have to say now? Do you still want to kill me?" Nie Tian's lips twitched with an icy chill, he turned to look at Fan Zhong, and said with a sinister smile.
"I..." Fan Zhong's eyes trembled violently, and he was stunned for a moment, speechless.
"Are you speechless?" Nie Tian sneered and said solemnly: "Fan Banner Master, there are some things that I haven't thought clearly about yet, and I need you to give me an explanation."
"Lord Fenghuang, I..." Fan Zhong's face was extremely ugly, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, but he didn't know what to say. "Haha." Nie Tian smiled again and said, "Master Fan, I want to know if you want to kill me because I defeated the Ghost Cliff Sect and disrupted some of your plans?"