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

Wu Xiangyang did not speak, but looked at his disciple. Wu Wentian just smiled and shook his head.

Everyone in Baijiang Pavilion was originally very excited and wanted to chase down the poor bandits, but they all calmed down after seeing this.

Wu Wentian saved everyone's lives, and the sword just left a deep impression on them.

His decision at this moment is a golden rule and everyone abides by it.

After half a stick of incense, the crowd in the sky disappeared without a trace, and the two giant Panlong Bells also disappeared. The sky in Baijian Pavilion finally returned to its former clarity, with only the smell of blood remaining in the air and the ground. The corpses scattered on the bed showed that everything just happened was real and not a dream.

Everyone in the Baijian Pavilion let out a long sigh of relief, surrounded Wu Wentian, and prepared to praise and thank him, when they saw him spurting out a large mouthful of blood!

It turned out that the sword strike he had just taken had already exhausted his life, and it was only his willpower that kept him from fainting.

At this moment, the powerful enemy retreated and finally could no longer hold on.

Everyone was immediately shocked and started to treat him hurriedly.

Wu Xiangyang looked at the pale and bloodless face of his successor and sighed quietly, "I borrow a sword from the sky and pay it back with my life. If you practice the sword to the extreme, you will be the way of heaven. Is this a blessing or a curse..."

Wu Wentian lay in bed for seven days before slowly waking up. His reputation within the Baijian Pavilion also skyrocketed, and he became the number one person in the sect.

After that, a sect master still died mysteriously every once in a while, but no one asked who the murderer was anymore.

What followed was that the sword continued to grow longer, turn red, and become sharper.

Everyone seems to have acquiesced in this situation and vaguely guessed the reason. Some people even hope that it will be their turn next, so that they can become a part of a great existence and have the opportunity to aspire to the ultimate sword, and this only requires dedication. At the cost of life, you can make a profit without losing anything.

As the saying goes, "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."

After Wu Wentian recovered, days passed. Almost all the hidden sects in China heard about the reputation of his Wentian sword. No one dared to offend him anymore, and the sword he forged himself finally took shape. , half a person tall, the color has turned red, the air is burning when it is waved, red mist evaporates, like blood boiling.

One afternoon, Wu Wentian brought his sword to Wu Xiangyang's case.

The latter seemed to have expected his sudden visit and was not too surprised. He didn't even raise his head and just said calmly, "Are you here?"

"coming."

"Your sword seems to be taking shape soon."

"Yes, there is only one last step left, sharpening."

"Do you still remember what that ancient book taught you?"

"My disciple will always remember it."

"What name did you give this sword?"

"It's called Wentian Sword."

"Asking Heaven Sword..."

Wu Xiangyang repeated it and nodded approvingly, "You dare to ask the sky about the secrets of the world. Your sword shoots out like lightning and is not afraid of strong enemies. I am afraid you are the only one in the world who dares to question the sky."

"Yes, I will follow Master's teachings. Fortunately, I will receive God's response every time I ask questions."

Wu Wentian regarded himself as the leader of swordsmanship and the man who would carry the sword for the next hundred years. Therefore, he always looked above his head and regarded others as nothing. Only in front of Wu Xiangyang would he show a rare expression of humility.

Wu Xiangyang nodded and took out a parchment from his arms.

"This is the last page of the sword technique from back then. Now it's time to hand it over to you. After you finish cutting the blade, remember to find the [Sword Bone] for Wentian Sword. The entire sect will become yours." Only by adding strength and attaching bones to the sword can it be considered a success, otherwise it will be easy to break if it is too strong, so remember this."

Wu Wentian frowned slightly. He didn't expect the master to hide something, and he didn't know why he chose to teach him this last step at this time.

But he still knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times, and raised his hand to take the scroll.

"Thank you, Master."

The so-called sharpening of a sword means to water the sword with the blood of those closest to you.

The best swordsman in the world must be ruthless.

After Wu Wentian was found by Wu Xiangyang, his handyman parents were immediately executed. Therefore, he had no father or mother since he was a child, and had no worries. Only when he saw his master would he occasionally smile.

His heart was already as cold as stone.

After that day, Wu Xiangyang passed away mysteriously. Wu Wentian succeeded to the throne and became the master of the sword pavilion. He became the leader of the world's swordsmanship. The peerless sword Wentian Sword Divine Weapon was born. After cutting it, he was invincible. Challengers from other sects could hardly see him. He died miserably under the sword in the second move. The sword marks all over the mountain were the medals of glory carved by Wu Wentian when he killed the challenger.

Twenty years later, the challengers have disappeared, and Baijiange, under the leadership of Wu Wentian, has become one of the strongest top sects in China.

Some good people even awarded Wu Wentian the title of "Sword Master", but no one dared to refute it publicly.

At this moment, the first swordsman in the millennium was sitting in front of his master's case, lost in thought, holding the last page of the parchment in his hand.

Behind him, the Wentian Sword was hanging without wind, its color had turned deep red, and the evil energy all over his body was as terrifying as if the blood was burning. Even if the elder of the sect came close, he would feel breathless and uneasy.

"The born sword embryo... the holy sword spirit bone... the tarsal bone for the sword... Master, whether what you said is true or not, I am a little doubtful now."

"Is the Wentian Sword really short of the last step? The energy of my sword spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states. It is difficult to find an opponent in the world. All powerful enemies will die under my sword. From now on I’ve never heard of anything that’s too strong and easy to break.”

Wu Wentian murmured to himself.

He himself is already a great master of swordsmanship, and his understanding of the Wentian Sword has improved several times compared to the past, but every time he senses the state of the Wentian Sword, he feels that it is a flawless and good sword.

When forging, the backbones of so many kendo masters have been used, why do we need tarsal bones?

He searched for many years according to the last parchment left by his master, and finally found the so-called innate sword embryo in the secular world. However, due to the restrictions and rules of the hidden sect, no one who worshiped the sword pavilion could attack that person, and could only appoint the outer sect. The younger brother takes action.

However, the outer sect ants, who can only reach the fifth level of Qi refining, have failed several times!

On that day, Tiansheng Jianbao seemed to be a child of a wealthy family. He had strong security forces around him, but he failed many times and was elusive. Wu Wentian couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted to take a desperate risk and secretly bribed the top masters in the secular world to assassinate him. However, he did not expect that Emperor Hongye, the co-leader of the world's sects, learned of this and appeared above the Sword Worship Pavilion with the Dragon Subduing Seal, easily suppressing Wu Wentian. !

He didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

"Next time, I'll die!" Di Hongye's eyes were cold.

Thinking of this person, Wu Wentian felt itchy with hatred.

"Damn it...if it weren't for the Dragon Subduing Seal, I could chop off your dog's head with one sword!"

He was confident of killing Di Hongye one on one, but he had no chance of surviving the Dragon Subduing Seal's offensive.

It was a treasure left by the creator of the hidden sect system. It was specially used to manage the major sects. It could turn one's hands into clouds and rain, and it could kill the entire sect's power in an instant!

No matter how talented Wu Wentian is, he has no way to resist this kind of power.

He calmed his breathing and asked towards the door, "Xiao Kui, how are things going?"

The next second, a little sword boy came in and knelt down.

"Replying to the Pavilion Master, I failed again. It is too difficult for the Hidden World Sect to assassinate someone in the secular world, and the protective power around that girl is extremely strong..."

"waste!"

Wu Wentian flew into a rage and smashed the inkstone, causing blood to flow from sword boy Wu Kui's forehead.