Ancient Gods

In the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang took a deep breath, then spread out the God Killing Record and began to concentrate on comprehending.

His eyes swept across the messy handwriting, as if he saw a series of unparalleled sword energy sweeping towards him. The originally messy words seemed to have some kind of pattern. When he concentrated on observing, he seemed to see a figure raising a sword to kill.

Gradually, beads of sweat began to seep out of Mo Yang's forehead...

The more he looked back, the more Mo Yang felt that the messy handwriting seemed to have blood flowing, and there was a terrible murderous intent floating. Faintly, he could even smell a bloody smell.

In a trance, he seemed to see a terrifying strong man raising a sword to sweep across the heavens, with an unparalleled edge filling the world, leaving behind a battlefield of corpses and blood.

"This sword manual is a bit strange. This time, the comprehension is different from the previous one. No wonder that beautiful sister said that how much comprehension depends on oneself..."

"The same sword manual, the sword meaning comprehended by different people must be different. Is it because of the revenge and killing thoughts hidden in my heart... Why do I associate it with the scene of the sea of ​​blood and corpses?"

After several hours of comprehension, Mo Yang had a vague understanding in his heart. He felt the infinite killing aura, and the sword meaning seemed to have a bloodthirsty taste.

A night passed in a blink of an eye. The next day, the central square was still very lively. Today was the second round of the martial arts competition.

Obviously, the second round will be more intense than the first round.

Because according to previous practice, in the second round of the competition, all the disciples of the four sects will face three ring battles, and the opponents are randomly drawn.

As soon as the ring battle began, the crowd watching was boiling, because Mo Yang was the first to go on stage.

Although this disciple of Lingxu Sect participated in the four sects' martial arts event for the first time, everyone was too impressed by him.

"In the second round, each person will have three ring battles. If you can hide your strength, try not to expose it completely!" The third elder reminded Mo Yang.

In the first round, Mo Yang only threw three punches in total. Mo Yang's true fighting power has not yet been revealed, and it must be stronger than what they saw.

In the second round, in the first match, Mo Yang's opponent was a disciple of Yuqing Sect.

But when Mo Yang stepped onto the ring, there was no movement in the direction of Yuqing Sect.

The people in the stands around were talking, and their eyes were looking towards the area where the people of Yuqing Sect were.

Mo Yang was also at a loss.

What the hell is this?

Where are the people?

"I give up!"

Amid the discussion of the crowd, a voice came from the area of ​​Yuqing Sect.

In an instant, the entire central square seemed to be in an uproar.

This kind of thing happened to Mo Yang one after another. It happened in the first round. The second round just started. In the first ring battle, someone actually admitted defeat directly.

"Fuck... Is this Mo Yang really that scary? The opponent didn't even dare to go on the ring!" Some of the onlookers were stunned.

"This disciple of Yuqing Sect is only at the third level of the spiritual realm. Even Pang Long was knocked off the ring by Mo Yang with two punches. Isn't it asking for trouble to go up to the spiritual realm? Anyway, he can't win, so just admit defeat to avoid embarrassment!" Other onlookers said.

"Mo Yang is a bit weird. His cultivation aura can't be detected. His true strength is still a mystery. Otherwise, the geniuses of Longchi Pavilion and Yuqing Sect yesterday would not be indifferent."

...

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed and walked off the ring.

The next person to go on stage was Qi Heng, and he was actually facing Long Wu of Longchi Pavilion.

Compared with Long Wu, Qi Heng's cultivation level was two realms lower. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Qi Heng was defeated.

Everyone had expected this result. After all, the gap between the two was quite large. It was just a sister beating a brother.

"Lingxu Sect's strength is still far behind the other three sects. I heard that they have been the last for five consecutive years. I don't know where Mo Yang came from this year. He looks quite powerful!"

"Not only does he look powerful, but even Pang Long was knocked out of the ring by his two punches. This is not only powerful, but also too cruel!"

"What cruel, Pang Long deserves to be beaten like this..."

Many people in the stands began to discuss again.

...

Qi Heng was disappointed. After returning to his seat, he looked at Mo Yang and said in a deep voice: "Mo Yang, the only hope this time is on you. If you still regard yourself as a disciple of Lingxu Sect, you will let the other three sects see the strength of our Lingxu Sect!"

Mo Yang glanced at Qi Heng and said nothing. He was speechless in his heart. Is his vision so small?

Winning or losing at a grand event can't change anything in essence, and the so-called ranking is nothing but a false name.

However, this time he came to make up for his master's regrets, and it can be regarded as a little memory he left for Lingxu Sect before leaving Lingxu Sect.

"Brother Mo Yang, what is your current cultivation level? Why don't they dare to fight with you?" Su Fei'er looked at Mo Yang with admiration on her face and asked in a low voice, as if she was worried that others would hear it.

Even Qi Heng and Xu Xin listened attentively, and Mo Yang's cultivation level was also a mystery to them.

"Uh... my cultivation level is just like that, I'm just tougher!" Mo Yang said casually.

Although his cultivation level has now broken through to the Tianxuan realm, the appearance of the sixth senior sister has brought him too much impact, and those Tianjiao figures in the most powerful forces may be even more terrifying.

Su Fei'er's cheeks were flushed, and she muttered shyly: "Brother Mo Yang, you are so bad!"

"Uh..." Mo Yang was puzzled. Why did he become bad?

He had taken countless marrow cleansing pills, and after practicing the Star Emperor Sutra, his physique was indeed very strong. Isn't it hard?

If this is not hard, then what is hard?

Xu Xin on the side also snorted coldly, which made Mo Yang even more confused. He began to doubt whether he was not hard?

After that, other disciples of Lingxu Sect came on stage one after another. Su Feier met Pang Long, but she was knocked off the stage by Pang Long's punch after only a few rounds.

Pang Long obviously did it on purpose to regain his face.

In the afternoon, Mo Yang had two consecutive games. The first game was against the disciples of Xuanmen. The result was the same as before. He didn't block Mo Yang's punch at all.

Mo Yang sometimes felt that he was bullying a child. After all, he had reached the Tianxuan Realm, and his opponent was only the third level of the Tongling Realm. It was not a matter of one punch for him.

However, in the second game, he met Qian Wushuang of Longchi Pavilion.

Qian Wushuang's cultivation level is the same as Long Wu's, both of them are at the third level of the Earthly Profound Realm. The moment the two of them stepped onto the stage, the four sides were in an uproar.

Mo Yang had been very successful before. His opponents were either knocked back by his punch or admitted defeat. Now he finally met the prodigy of Longchi Pavilion.

Although Qian Wushuang looked calm, he was always sizing up Mo Yang.

The people around were speculating one after another. The disciples of the four sects were all paying attention, including the Lingxu Sect. Through this battle, they could roughly guess the result of the third round. If Mo Yang could defeat Qian Wushuang, the Lingxu Sect would most likely become the final champion.

After the two of them calmly reported their names to each other, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"I didn't expect that there is a person like Brother Mo in the Lingxu Sect. If my guess is correct, Brother Mo should be focusing on body refining, and his cultivation level should have reached the third level of the Earthly Profound Realm!" Qian Wushuang did not rush to take action. He spoke like this after silently sizing up.

He obviously wanted to test it out to see if he could find out some details about Mo Yang.

Mo Yang smiled and said, "No matter what your cultivation level is, my goal is to defeat you when I step onto the stage. I wonder if Brother Qian wants to take one or two punches!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar below the stage.

"Fuck... This Mo Yang is too arrogant, he thinks Qian Wushuang is one of those ordinary disciples!"

"Damn it, Qian Wushuang is my idol, this is unbearable, he actually let him pretend again..."

"Who gave him the courage to be so arrogant?"

...

Qian Wushuang's face changed slightly, and there was a coldness in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Brother Mu Qiu, the most recognized genius of the four sects, dare not speak like this!"

Mo Yang just smiled, he didn't want to argue.

In Mo Yang's opinion, even if Mu Qiu was in the Tianxuan realm, he would still ask the same question.

After all, if something can be solved with one punch, isn't it a waste to throw one more punch?