Failed to escape the tribulation and returned to Earth to attend college

Unexpectedly, Wu Xiangyang didn't pay much attention to the matter. He just told Ting Wu Tang to investigate with all his strength and stopped interfering.

At the same time, some sharp-eyed members of the pavilion discovered that Wu Wentian, the young pavilion master, seemed to be forging his own sword.

I don't know when there was a white dagger beside him. When I looked at it after a while, it seemed to be longer and a little redder in color.

Wu Wentian is a swordsman genius who comes only once in a thousand years from the Sword Pavilion. He has to give up his favor to anyone who has the sword. Even the Supreme Elder is willing to dedicate the sword that has been with him for almost two hundred years to help Wu Wen. Tian Cheng grew up, but he didn’t expect that he didn’t like any of them!

Wu Wentian once said mercilessly at a sect meeting that this sect is called Sword Worshiping Pavilion. After worshiping it for thousands of years, it has not produced a good sword. It is all rubbish! He must forge his own unique divine sword!

While everyone was relieved, they were also very angry.

Who in the world doesn’t know that Baijiange is the number one sword sect in China?

The swords they tempered and forged were well-known hard currency. How many large sects and gangs were willing to spend thousands of dollars to get one, even if they had to wait decades!

You are a stupid kid. Even if you have the blessing of the Heavenly Sword Intention, you are just unlucky. How dare you look down on the thousand-year inheritance of this sect?

Suddenly, the accusations from fellow disciples flew like snowflakes to the cabinet master Wu Xiangyang’s case.

One of the elders who taught the merits even did not hesitate to rebuke him personally, accusing Wu Wentian of being disrespectful, ignorant of etiquette, and arrogant, which would lead to disaster sooner or later!

Unexpectedly, Wu Xiangyang still just smiled and did not deal with Wu Wentian in any way. Instead, he suppressed all the reprimanding letters.

The elder who was teaching the power also died suddenly in the same way shortly afterwards.

This was great, the Sword Worship Pavilion exploded in an instant. The disciples rebuked the pavilion master for his lack of supervision and indulging his direct disciples. There was even a saying that those who died suddenly and inexplicably were killed by Wu Wentian.

The entire sect fell into civil strife and was about to fall apart.

But at this time, something unexpected happened.

The war in the secular world has ceased, but it seems to have just changed places to burn, and the hidden sects have started wars for unknown reasons.

There are two sects, Lanyue Sect and Tiandan Sect. They have coveted the sword treasured in the Sword Worship Pavilion for a long time. The two families hit it off immediately. The army gathered and was sent through the Panlong Bell to prepare for the bloodbath of the Sword Worship Pavilion and kill people to seize the sword!

After the sect's power was redistributed, it was very even. Faced with a two-on-one situation, Baijiange was almost certain to die. What's more, the people inside were not unified. For a time, they were worried about foreign invasion and everyone was in danger. Many people even wrote in despair. A suicide note and a decision to fight to the death for the sword.

On that day, the two giant Panlong Bells opened, like the gates of hell wide open, and soldiers were transported in a steady stream. The monks in the sky were so vast that they covered the sky and the sun.

All the masters from Lanyue Sect and Tiandan Sect came out, laughing wildly in the sky, condescendingly mocking everyone in the Sword Worship Pavilion.

Humiliation, despair, helplessness...

Everyone in Baijian Pavilion looked up at the sky and could only see a dense darkness. They thought they might really be doomed this time.

At this time, Wu Wentian appeared.

There was a faint smile on his face, and he was carrying his sword behind his back. The blade was longer than the last time he appeared, and the color was brighter. He walked briskly to the front of the crowd, looking at the oppression of the two sects. Yu Wuwu slowly raised his head.

"Hahaha! This is the swordsman genius you regard as your holy son. Why does he look so stupid? Little baby, you are the one who stands out, right? Are you going to defeat our two gangs alone?"

Huang Qingquan, the leader of Lanyue Sect, laughed wildly and said, "Come on, come on, take your little sword and chop me down. I will stand and let you chop me down. I will lose if I frown! Hahahaha!"

Wu Wentian smiled faintly. He actually took out his red and white sword and said innocently, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. Let me try the sword."

After saying that, he raised his sword and made a stroke with his hand. His movements were weak and feeble, looking like a child playing house.

Huang Qingquan smiled and bent over.

The soldiers of Lan Yue Sect also laughed.

The next second, his head slammed to the ground!

The smile at the corner of his mouth has not faded at all, but the bodies have been separated!

A piercing sword energy came from behind the clouds and was extremely powerful, as fast as the wind and as fast as thunder. Even the powerful Human Emperor had no time to react before he was beheaded by a sword!

After killing Huang Qingquan, the sword energy did not stop at all. It harvested the lives of Lan Yue Sect members like a sickle cutting leeks. The sword cut the flesh and the Qi cut the souls. In three breaths, the eight thousand monks of Lan Yue Sect lost 30% of their souls. All destroyed!

The corpses and blood fell like raindrops, and the scene was deathly silent.

No one knows where that sword energy comes from.

Fear even outweighed hatred. The surviving people of Lan Yue Sect were trembling all over, losing all will to fight. They just wanted to escape from this hellish world.

As soon as Wu Wentian took action, the offensive and defensive momentum was instantly reversed!

"You didn't perform well. How about you try the sword again?" He raised his head and let the blood spill on his face. He also stuck out his tongue and licked it. He seemed to enjoy the cold and fishy liquid, and his smile was still warm and innocent.

“Ahhhh——!!”

The Lanyue Sect members fled in all directions, rushing towards the entrance of Panlong Bell, and collided with their fellow sect members who were entering the Sword Worship Pavilion. For a moment, the whole place was wailing. Many people did not know what happened, and were killed by the surging crowd. .

The scene was full of shouts, cries for help, and collisions, and it was like purgatory on earth.

Wu Wentian did not stop him, but turned to look at the Tiandan Sect and asked with the same confusion, "What about you? To be fair, can each sect let me try the sword?"

Xue Wanlou, the master of the Tiandan Sect, changed his expression greatly, and hurriedly cupped his hands and clasped his fists: "I have long heard that the Holy Son of Baijiange is a swordsman genius who comes only once in a thousand years. It is really extraordinary when I see him today. I don't know anything about the Holy Son. I am not here to come today. In order to encircle and suppress, but to break up the fight, I hope that Lan Yue Sect and Baijian Pavilion can stop fighting and get along with each other in a friendly way. However, it seems that the Holy Son Shenwei does not need to take action. Tiandan Sect will retreat first, excuse me! "

After speaking, he waved his hand and led the disciples to turn around and leave.

The Tiandan Sect is full of alchemists, and their combat effectiveness is much weaker than that of ordinary gangs. Even Lan Yue Sect was defeated by a sword. They stay here to do nothing? A living target?

When they were about to leave, Wu Wentian did not stop them, but still watched everyone leave with an innocent look on his face, with a slight smile on his face.

"Sect Master, Holy Son, do we want to hunt him down?"

The law enforcement elder clasped his fists and asked for instructions.

Unconsciously, he had placed Wu Wentian in the same position as the sect leader.