"Who!" Mo Tian was suddenly taken away, and Mo Tian had no time to react.
After a period of dizziness, Mo Tian was taken to a small dark room.
In the room, there was only one candle burning slowly. In the dim light, Mo Tian could not see clearly the face of the person opposite.
"Who are you and why do you want to arrest me?" Mo Tian pretended to ask, but in fact, the light of Najie flickered in his body.
The Chuchen Sword in Najie and several demonic swords are ready to move.
After bringing himself here, Mo Tian guessed that these people might have been sent by Wang Feng to kill him and silence him.
Wang Feng's plan outline has been told to Mo Tian.
In order to pursue Wu Xueer, Wang Feng must kill himself with the help of others, and then pretend to avenge himself, kill the person who killed him again, and then show his courtesy in front of Wu Xueer.
With these people appearing now, Mo Tian guessed that they were sent by Wang Feng to kill him.
However, Mo Tian could not see the true cultivation level of these people.
As a strong person in the ninth-level battle aura realm, why can't he sense the cultivation of these people, or even feel their aura?
This made Mo Tian very surprised. He could not have imagined that where Wang Feng found the strong man could actually hide from his mental detection!
"Did you kill Mo Tian?" A cold voice came from the front.
In the darkness, Mo Tian could not clearly see the person in front of him. But from the person's tone, Mo Tian could hear the endless killing intent.
"So what if it's me, so what if it's not me. Who are you and why are you arresting me." Mo Tian said coldly.
"Xiao Xiao." Another voice sounded.
"In that case, then." The owner of the voice suddenly laughed: "Junior brother! Although you are dead, we are still here. Is this the Wang Feng who killed you? Then, senior brother, I will kill him for you to avenge you!
Give senior brother some time, I will definitely avenge the Tianjian Sect!"
As he spoke, a long sword emitting cold light appeared in the man's hand.
Under the candlelight, a cold light flashed across his cheeks.
At that moment, Mo Tian clearly saw the person in front of him.
His face was full of shock, and Mo Tian didn't even react when the sword struck.
bite--
A crisp sound came from Mo Tian's body.
The sword blade was directly bounced back.
The man holding the sword looked at Mo Tian in front of him, who was completely fine, in surprise, and struck out with his sword again in disbelief.
bite--
There was another crisp sound, and the sword bounced off again.
"You, who are you!" The man looked at Mo Tian in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.
Not to mention him, the warriors beside him were so surprised that their jaws almost dropped to the ground when they saw Mo Tian who was safe and sound.
After coming back to his senses, Mo Tian took out a luminous pearl from the ring.
For a moment, the entire dark cabin was illuminated. In front of him, stood several warriors holding long swords.
Looking at them, Mo Tian's originally cold eyes became gentle.
He raised his hand and put it on the shoulder of the warrior who slashed him with the sword, and chuckled: "Brother, I am not dead."
"Huh?" The man frowned and looked at Mo Tian with alert eyes.
Gently tearing off the disguise on his face, Mo Tian revealed his original appearance.
The demonic energy slowly subsided, and the originally black hair turned snow-white in an instant.
The originally indifferent eyes became extremely deep, and the terrifying strength of the ninth-level battle aura quietly emanated.
Looking at the white-haired young man in front of them, those holding swords were all stunned on the spot.
Especially the young man who had raised his sword to strike at Mo Tian was so surprised that tears welled up in his eyes.
He strolled to the young man's side, hugged him gently, and whispered: "Senior Brother Fengyue, I'm not dead."
Behind Feng Yue, Bo Xue and Zhan Kuang, several disciples of the Tianjian Sect, slowly put down their long swords. Looking at Mo Tian embracing Feng Yue, they felt a little sad at this moment.
"Are you really Mo Tian?" Holding Mo Tian's shoulders tightly, Feng Yue's eyes turned red at this moment.
If it weren't for holding back, Feng Yue would really want to cry out.
"Brother, I am Mo Tian. The person who died was someone who looked more similar to me. He died for me. I am not dead yet." Mo Tian patted Feng Yue on the shoulder and smiled.
With a fierce punch on Mo Tian's back, Feng Yue couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in pain.
"You bastard! Why are you pretending to be dead when you're not dead! Do you know that when we learned about your arrest, we were almost impulsive and rushed to Hezong to avenge you! Why are you so confused! Originally, the head of the Mu family said that you
You and Muren have already gone to Danzong, why do you want to come back?" Fengyue asked.
The two separated, looking at Feng Yue's tearful eyes, Mo Tian said softly: "I am a disciple of Tianjian Sect. Tianjian Sect was destroyed, and I also have the responsibility of revenge. So, I am back."
"Junior Brother Mo Tian, welcome back." Bo Xue walked forward slowly, patted Mo Tian on the shoulder, and said with a smile.
"Senior Brother Bo Xue, long time no see." Mo Tian nodded.
Looking at the Tianjian Sect disciples behind Bo Xue, they are all inner disciples within the Bo Xue faction.
Looking at these familiar faces, Mo Tian felt a warmth in his heart.
When he heard the news that the Tianjian Sect was destroyed, Mo Tian was even more sad and angry. In his consciousness, all the male disciples of the Tianjian Sect were dead. Killed by those bastards from the Hehe Sect!
At that time, what he was most worried about was his senior brother Fengyue.
He is not too worried about his master. After all, a fifth-level swordsmith, the Poison Sect will not do anything to the sword master.
It was these innocent inner disciples of the Tianjian Sect that Mo Tian was most worried about.
After entering the Hehe Sect, Mo Tian didn't see a familiar face when looking at the disciples of the Hehe Sect.
At that time, he really thought that all the disciples of Tianjian Sect had been killed by these beasts of Hehe Sect.
Seeing them now, Mo Tian really had mixed feelings.
"Senior Brother Mo Tian." The Tianjian Sect disciple behind Bo Xue greeted Mo Tian.
"Junior brothers, you have suffered a lot during these times!" Mo Tian nodded.
Suddenly, when Mo Tian lowered his head, he saw the empty trouser leg on Fengyue's side and asked, "Brother, your legs!"
Looking down, Feng Yue smiled slightly: "It's okay, I was bitten by a dog. It's okay. Look at me, am I still alive?"
"Who did this!" Mo Tian asked angrily, his eyes glowed with blood, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously.
Looking at Mo Tian, Feng Yue grabbed Mo Tian's shoulders and said softly: "Junior brother, it's really okay, don't be impulsive. If it's broken, it's broken. As long as it's still alive, it's just a broken leg."
"Is it Wang Feng?" Mo Tian asked again, looking at Feng Yue blankly.
"Answer me!" Mo Tian's voice suddenly became louder.
Snap——
Feng Yue slapped Mo Tian in the face. Mo Tian's head tilted to one side, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"How dare you!" Feng Yue said angrily, "How dare you speak to senior brother like that!"
Turning his head, Mo Tian did not avoid Feng Yue's gaze at all, and said coldly: "The strongest person is the senior brother. This is the rule of the Tianjian Sect, right?"
"Yes!" Fengyue nodded.
"In that case." Mo Tian nodded.
"Disciples of the Tianjian Sect, listen to the order! Now, I am the senior brother of the Tianjian Sect! Answer me! Who cut off Feng Yue's leg!" Mo Tian roared.
The strength of the ninth-level battle aura that had been suppressed in the body was quietly released.
For a moment, a terrifying pressure swept through the entire cabin.
Behind Bo Xue, several disciples with lower cultivation levels fainted after feeling the pressure of Mo Tian's cultivation level.
Even Feng Yue and Bo Xue trembled all over after feeling the pressure released by Mo Tian, and looked at Mo Tian in surprise.
"Tell me! Who cut off Feng Yue's leg!" Mo Tian asked again.
Looking at Mo Tian, Feng Yue's eyes became dazed: "Mo Tian... Senior brother, stop talking."
Ignoring Feng Yue, Mo Tian looked at Bo Xue.
"Bo Xue, let me ask you, was it Wang Feng who cut off Feng Yue's leg?"
"I..." Bo Xue looked around, but did not dare to look directly at Mo Tian.
"Answer me!" The coercion of the ninth-level battle spirit realm directly enveloped Bo Xue. At this time, Mo Tian could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
Under the terrifying pressure of the ninth-level battle aura, Bo Xue's body trembled, she gritted her teeth and held on, but she never said anything...