The figure in front of him, the sword intent that looks down on the world, all of this is unmistakable. He is Wentianji, the arrogant genius who pursues the ultimate in swordsmanship, Tianjian Mountain, Wentianji.
More than three years ago, bad news came to this young swordsman who was known as the greatest genius in the Northern Territory in the secret realm. Some people said that they died in the secret realm for their own selfish reasons, but others said that they died in the secret realm for the sake of the entire realm.
Sacrifice for survival.
However, no matter what the real situation was, the genius with a bright future eventually died in the secret realm.
The crowd felt sorry and regretful.
But in three years, it has been forgotten by people.
The most terrifying thing in this world is to be forgotten.
But when the person who was supposed to be dead appeared again, the crowd awakened the memory of that year.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, and they even wanted to know whether this person really asked Tianji.
Because everyone knows that three years ago, they disappeared together with the collapsed secret realm.
"No, you can't be Wen Tianji. This must be your despicable means of deliberately pretending to be Wen Tianji. That must be it. Who are you?" Baili Feng didn't believe that they were still alive at all.
And if he is really alive, it is impossible to be Wen Tianji alone.
These people must have used some means to deliberately pretend to be Wentian Ji, just to scare him.
After all, they witnessed the collapse of the secret realm with their own eyes three years ago, and in the past two years, people have been reporting news in the ancient wilderness. Even so far, there has been no change in the ancient wilderness.
Taking a step back, no matter how strong Tianji is, it is impossible to escape from the hands of thousands of powerful gods. Even if they escape, they will not be able to come out. Yes, this must be the case.
Baili Feng had to admit that at that moment he was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and asked Tianji if he was alive, wouldn't that person be there too?
But now, Wentianji was the only one, so Baili Feng quickly calmed down.
"Tianji, is that you?" Mu Jin looked at Wen Tianji and was so shocked that she shed tears.
The others also looked at him in shock.
You know, three years ago, they were already confirmed dead.
Now, it actually happened.
Wen Tianji was infinitely close to him in terms of temperament and sword intent, but only the eyes he looked at Hibiscus didn't have that kind of deep emotion.
But Wentianji still responded: "It's me."
"You are really back." Mu Jin said, but in an instant she asked again: "Are you the only one back? Where is he?"
Wentianji seemed to have a puzzled expression, but did not answer her question.
"Bastard, I don't care who you are, get out of Tianjian Mountain right now, otherwise, I want you to die without a burial place!" Baili Feng suddenly became furious when he saw that Tianji turned a blind eye to him.
"Even if you are, just end it here at Tianjian Mountain and kill him!" Baili Feng did not take action personally because he was not sure whether the Wen Tian Ji in front of him was true or false.
He asked fifty holy kings to take action.
The Holy Kings all came out, and a terrifying aura descended on the heaven and earth. This was definitely a fierce battle, and everyone looked expectantly at the Wentianji floating in the sky, even emitting light.
Whether it is true or false, maybe you will know if you fight.
Fifty holy kings came out, and everyone's face was filled with solemn expressions. They seemed hesitant to take action because they could not feel the aura on Wentianji's body.
I don’t know what state he is in.
But ordinary people can't break the Tiangang Sword Formation at all. What you can know is that no matter whether he is asking about Tianji or not, his power is genuine.
"Wentianji, do you still remember me?" Among the saints, a young man stood up. This man was once defeated by Wentianji with a sword. He was motivated to chase Wentianji, but he was ignored every time. Now he follows.
Baili Feng even gained powerful power through her soul.
"It's just a nobody, so naturally I can't remember it." Wen Tianji said with a stern look.
"Bastard, I am no longer what I used to be. Whether it's true or not, I want you to die!" The young man came with his sword in hand, his murderous intent shocking.
The sword spirit is released instantly, and the will of Dzogchen approaches Wentianji.
The crowd's eyes trembled, and they watched the battle in front of them even more excitedly. Now is the time for them to verify the authenticity, and no one wants to miss this battle.
The sword comes out and comes to take the life.
Wen Tianji was unmoved. The moment the opponent's sword light fell, his figure flashed one after another. The young man's sharp sword that was originally piercing his heart suddenly stopped in front of him.
By the time the crowd came to their senses, the saint's figure had already fallen into the void.
"What's going on?" Everyone in the audience was shocked. They didn't even have time to see how the battle started, but it was over in an instant.
"With this pressure of swordsmanship and his talent in swordsmanship, Sect Master, he really is Wentianji." A shocking voice came from the crowd. With the sword strike just now, they were almost certain that it was Wentianji himself.
"No, he is not Wentianji. Although the sword in his hand is very much like the holy sword of Tianjian Peak, I can't feel the slightest bit of sword soul. Have you forgotten that Wentianji is a genius who has awakened to the sword soul realm, and,
He has been dead a long time ago." Baili Feng naturally could not accept the fact that Wentianji was still alive.
He has been preparing for this day for three years. No matter who the opponent is, no one can destroy his plan. Those who stand in the way will be killed without mercy.
"Kill, if you join forces, he is no match." Baili Feng yelled.
Although everyone hesitated, this cultivation level was given by Baili Feng, and besides, there were still powerful gods in Tianjian Mountain, so they could never back down.
The killing intent bloomed again, and forty-nine people took action at the same time. Wind, lightning, fire, and water flooded. The sky gathered into a feast of martial arts. Saint-level people took action at the same time, and everyone who saw it was dazzled.
But Wen Tianji still used one sword after another. The sword was calm and the sword was cold.
Wherever it passed, the opponent's life was taken away with one sword. The more the crowd watched, the more frightened they became. Could this really be a secret from heaven?
A strong man in the holy realm could not make a single move in his hands?
Wen Tianji is even scarier and stronger than Baili Feng. What have they experienced in the past three years and why are they so powerful? The most important thing is that the crowd cannot feel the slightest trace of cultivation in his body.
What is the current state of Wentianji?
"Is he really asking about Tianji?" Mo Wen showed a hint of shock.
It's so weird. Although Wentianji is cold, he is just cold. But the Wentianji in front of him has cold eyes, which makes people feel cold to the core at first glance, like a figure without emotion.
But his power made the crowd suspect that he was Wentian Ji himself.
Mu Jin looked at his figure with a look of doubt, and Wentianji's eyes were always so gentle when he looked at her.
The saints were falling one by one. In the blink of an eye, more than half of them were dead or injured, and the remaining people had been killed and their courage was broken.
"What are you doing? Kill him, and I will give you the essence of God." Baili Feng's words suddenly rang out, and the whole place instantly became frenzied.
Not only the disciples of Tianjian Mountain were moved, but even the powerful men of hundreds of sects were moved by it.
"Sect Master, may I ask whoever can kill him, does the spirit of God belong to him?" In front of them, some old monsters couldn't help but take action. The spirit of God is what they dream of.
"Of course." Baili Feng promised a thousand dollars.
"Then I'm not welcome."
"He is the great sect of the Northern Territory, the master of Tingyu Pavilion. Rumor has it that he has already half-stepped into the divine realm."
When the old man took action, everything in the world dimmed. He walked into the battlefield calmly, and other strong men from the sect couldn't help but take action.
When Baili Feng saw this scene, he showed a proud smile. Yes, now he has the means to make everyone in the world work for him, so what if he really asks Tianji.
He Baili Feng is not what he used to be.
"Everyone from Tianjian Mountain, please don't lose the face of our sect. Let's take action."
Many people at the level of the Holy King are stepping into the sky. If they kill Wentian Ji, they can obtain the essence of God. This is an irresistible temptation for any powerful person.
With the addition of those powerful holy kings, the battle situation was under control. Wen Tianji's swing of the sword seemed to slow down, but the crowd's desire to kill became even stronger.
Every time Baili Feng takes action, the people in Tianjian Mountain are extremely ruthless. Even if they injure themselves eight thousand times, they will still leave horrific scars on Wentianji's body.
After a while, Wentianji's figure was shaky.
"He can't survive."
The crowd started to drink.
The Pavilion Master of Tingyu Pavilion possesses the power of three martial souls, and is a three-martial soul breaking saint. He is extremely powerful. His actions have caused Wentianji to retreat step by step.
The crowd was shocked to see it.
Just when Wentianji and the powerful Saint King were in a stalemate, Baili Feng finally couldn't hold back and took action.
He suddenly fell from the sky, and a stream of vitality formed in his hand: "Death, the world of mortals will be deprived of you."
Wentianji's heart trembled, but he dodged the fatal blow, but half of his body seemed to be swallowed by space and disappeared from the eyes of the crowd.
"Master Baili, what do you mean?" the old master of Tingyu Pavilion said somewhat unhappily.
"Senior, don't worry. You have done a good job in helping me kill Wen Tianji. With this divine spirit, I, Baili Feng, will do what I say."
When the old master of Tingyu Pavilion heard this, his dull face showed a rare smile.
Baili Feng turned around, murderous intent appearing: "Now, Wen Tianji, you can die."
"Dust peeling off!"
The terrifying palm erupted with unimaginable power. In front of everyone, the figure of Wentianji disappeared in front of everyone's eyes as if swallowed by the void.
Everyone watching this scene was stunned.
"That's the inheritance that Baili Feng received from the Great Emperor. It's such a terrifying power." The crowd's exclamations resounded through the entire mountain gate.
"Haha, Wen Tianji, so what if it's you, you will eventually die in the hands of me, Baili Feng." Baili Feng's arrogant laughter echoed in the ears of the crowd.
The faces of Hibiscus, Wulong and others once again showed signs of despair. Is that really asking Tianji?
Whether it's true or not, their last hope has been shattered again.
"Haha, Baili Feng, will killing my sword soul really make you so happy?" However, at this moment, a faint sarcastic voice echoed in the sky.
"Who are you, pretending to be a ghost?"
"Who, Baili Feng, has forgotten my terror so quickly?" The voice echoed, and it was impossible to hear where it came from.
But at this moment, everyone opened their mouths, too shocked to speak.
Because the person who spoke was right in front of Baili Feng.
"Ask Tianji." Baili Feng turned around, and when he saw that face, his soul trembled with fear.
