Chapter 23

"Boy, hand it over quickly!"

Seeing Mo Wentian's inaction, Qiu Sanjin said viciously.

"Hand it in?"

Don't ask the sky with a sneer, and then he said, "the three spiritual fruits are indeed in my hand. If you want to, just take them by yourself!"

"Arrogance!"

"Unbridled, you are only three levels of gathering souls. Under the peak of our group of gathering souls, you dare to be so arrogant!"

"Young master, we might as well kill him directly. This man is just a waste in Mo's family. Even if we kill him, Mo's family won't 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 it were going to drip water.

He is a genius of seventh class Linggen.

Don't ask heaven, a first-class Linggen waste. You should kneel down and beg for mercy when you meet him, but now

"Take him down for me!"

Qiu Sanjin said coldly.

"Yes, young master!"

A dozen people, with gloomy faces, came towards Mo Wentian.

The only old man who left the sword realm flashed an extremely terrible light in his eyes.

Zhu Guo!

This thing should be more attractive to swordsmen who leave the sword realm.

"Boy, this is your own death, no wonder we!"

The old man looked at Mo Wentian Yin, and a sharp sword Qi was accumulated on the old man.

"Qiang"

Ignoring the old man, looking at the dozen people who surrounded him, Mo Wentian directly pulled out his epee.

The thick dark iron sword in your hand, don't ask the breath on the body, instantly soared several times.

"Old man, come if you want to kill me, but with you punks trying to kill me, you are dreaming!"

Don't ask the sky with a sneer, and Xuan tie directly inserted beside him.

"Dark iron Epee?"

A touch of disdain rose in the old man's eyes. On the sword God continent, there are few sword repairs using the Epee, because in front of the sword Qi, no matter how heavy the sword is, it has no use at all!

"Kill him quickly!"

Qiu Sanjin said coldly.

"Yes, young master!"

The old man's eyes flashed cold, and then he asked Mo: "today I'll show you what the supreme sword Qi is. It's your honor to die in the sword Qi!"

"Aoki sword spirit!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the green sword in his hand suddenly came out of its scabbard, and a blue sword gas flashed across the endless void, and came to ask Mo about the killing of heaven like lightning.

"Sword spirit!"

Don't ask the God. His heavy sword in his hand swept in front of him.

Epee out.

The surrounding atmosphere was suppressed a lot. A few people around only felt a terrible pressure coming, and a dozen people hurriedly retreated!

"Touch!"

The crisp voice came, and the sword Qi fell on Mo Wentian's epee. The huge power made Mo Wentian's body slightly shocked.

"Sure enough!"

Put down the Epee, don't ask the corners of the mouth, and bring up a evil smile.

Cultivation has been raised to five levels of gathering souls.

The strength in his body is comparable to the general peak of gathering souls, plus the strength in his physique. Now he is strong enough to resist the swordsmen in the early days of leaving the sword realm!

"It's blocked!"

The old man exclaimed, looking at Mo Wentian inconceivably.

The spirit gathering swordsman blocked the sword breath of the swordsman who left the sword.

This has not appeared in Dongjian city for many years. Today, he saw it with his own eyes, and the person in front of him is still the famous Mo family in Dongjian city

"Waste?"

The old man drew slightly at the corner of his mouth. Is this waste? If don't ask if heaven is a waste, what about others? I'm afraid even the three geniuses of Dongjian city don't have such monsters!

"This boy unexpectedly blocked the sword spirit of housekeeper Yu Yuan!"

"How can this be possible? How can the spirit gathering realm block the sword Qi?"

"Is this boy always pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

……

A dozen people were surprised and suspicious. A simple collision, a dozen people who were originally going to go forward to kill Mo Wentian, but now no one dared to step forward.

"Old man, did you play well just now? If it's over, it's my turn!"

At this moment, a cold voice.

Suddenly came.

"Ask heaven a sword!"

"Chih!"

The cold cry rang out, and the people had just recovered, but at the moment when they looked up at Mo Wentian, there was only a golden sword in their eyes.

That sword Qi seems to be the king of the sword!

With an extremely terrible spirit, sweeping!

"No, go back!"

The old man was the first to react. The sword Qi of the void cut through the void, as if to destroy everything, which made the old man's heart uncontrollable for a while!

"How can he send out sword Qi? It's impossible!"

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

"Isn't he a first-class Linggen?"

……

Countless thoughts appeared in the hearts of the people, but it was a sword like death that greeted them.

"Brush!"

The sword Qi flashed away, and a dozen people in front of Mo Wentian suddenly quieted down.

Even the only old man who left the sword realm.

Also quiet down!

"Sword spirit?"

Qiu Sanjin's body trembled slightly. At the moment of seeing this sword, Qiu Sanjin had only one idea, that is, escape!

But his footsteps.

At this moment, it seemed as if it was filled with lead, and I couldn't even lift a half step!

"Touch!"

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

On the face of that figure, there is also a touch of disbelief!

"Touch touch..."

Again, a few dull voices sounded, and a dozen people, except Qiu Sanjin, all fell to the ground, and a bloodstain slowly exuded blood on their waist!

Kill a dozen people with one sword!

"Who the hell are you?"

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

"Waste!"

Eyes swept from Qiu Sanjin, don't ask heaven's eyes with a touch of disdain, seventh class spiritual root? Can it be called genius in this way?

"You and me..."

Qiu Sanjin's face flushed, and then he seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Don't kill me, I can ask my father to give you 1000 gold coins, no, give you 5000 gold coins..."

Qiu Sanjin suddenly knelt on the ground and said with a panic on his face.

"A thousand?"

"Five thousand?"

Don't ask the corner of the mouth, his expression didn't change at all, then he flashed away and suddenly appeared in front of Qiu Sanjin.

"Don't kill me..."

"Ah..."

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

He is seventh class Linggen!

He is the third young master of his enemy. As long as he practices well, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a swordsman from the sword realm. At that time, he can enjoy the respect of countless people!

There is also a chance to enter the three sword gates!

But now, because of provoking the wrong people, all this has turned into water!

If he was given a chance, he would never bother Mo Wentian again.

The existence of being able to play sword Qi in the spirit gathering realm can no longer be called genius, but a demon. It is the demon of the East sword City, the demon of the south region, and the demon of the whole sword God continent!

"Strange!"

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

Just now he clearly operated the heaven devouring formula.

But why

There is no spiritual root that devours Qiu Sanjin!

"Is there any requirement for devouring the divine formula and devouring the spiritual root?"

Don't ask the light in the eye of the heaven. Last time Lin Xiao was no more than a fifth class spiritual root, and he could devour the formula of devouring the gods. This time, why Qiu Sanjin was a seventh class spiritual root, but instead

"Is it..."

It seems to think of something. Mo Wentian's pupil suddenly shrinks, and then opens in the palm of Qiu Sanjin Dantian. Mo Wentian slowly stands up.