Ancient Gods

Looking at the strange scene on the stage, many onlookers were stunned for a moment, not knowing what happened.

Because Mo Yang disappeared, after the five incarnations were dispersed by the mysterious young man, another person appeared on the stage, a strange middle-aged man.

Only a few people thought of something, and the doubts in their eyes turned into a deep shock.

If Er Gouzi hadn't known Mo Yang's attainments in the Huazi Scroll, he would not have dared to believe that the middle-aged man holding the flute was Mo Yang.

At this time, the mysterious young man was also stunned, but just in this moment of stunned concentration, a sword energy instantly pierced into his chest and instantly pierced him.

"Bang!"

The young man's face changed slightly, not because of fear, but because of a strong chill.

His body suddenly retreated all the way to the edge of the stage, and then he performed a set of healing techniques, and an amazing blood wave emanated from his body. The wound left by the sword energy stopped bleeding for a moment, and then began to heal slowly.

Mo Yang frowned slightly. The family behind the young man was indeed not simple. Apart from other things, the martial arts he used was not an ordinary one.

At this time, the young man used this healing method. Although it was not as abnormal as the Holy Word Scroll, it was also amazing.

A murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the mysterious young man. He stared at Mo Yang and watched Mo Yang's face slowly change and restore his true appearance.

"You gave me some surprises!" The young man said heavily.

Mo Yang was very calm and did not say anything. He just spread his hands, and then his body turned into a flash of lightning and stepped forward. The Xing Word Scroll was urged to the extreme. In an instant, he came in front of the young man and punched him directly.

"Hmph!"

The mysterious young man roared and dodged suddenly. Mo Yang's fist passed by his head. The swinging energy was like a sharp sword, cutting a hole in his ear, and drops of blood oozed out and dripped on his shoulder.

Mo Yang had experienced too many battles, and many times his opponents were stronger than him, so when facing cultivators of the same generation, Mo Yang could handle it with ease.

This mysterious young man had an extremely terrifying physique, but that was all.

Because now Mo Yang had not really started, he seemed to be doing his best, but they were all ordinary moves.

"You are looking for death!" The mysterious young man was completely angry. He turned his head to look at the blood drops dripping on his shoulder, and then looked at Mo Yang with a cold look.

"Don't say that, I want to live more than anyone else!" Mo Yang said.

The young man was really angry, but as soon as Mo Yang finished speaking, he had already come in front of him, and then a punch landed on his chest.

The young man was shocked. The Xingzijuan was too abnormal. Even if he was fully focused, he could not avoid it.

His body was shaken back again and again. Although he was shaken out of the ring, his body did not fall to the ground, but stopped in mid-air.

"That's it?"

Mo Yang stood on the stage, looking up at the young man. These two words almost made the young man vomit blood.

The onlookers in the distance sighed. In terms of speed alone, the mysterious young man was no match for Mo Yang. If the battle continued to develop like this, the result would be self-evident.

"This scroll is too fucking abnormal. Even if they attack at the same time, Mo Yang has the upper hand. How can we fight?" A cultivator said.

"Although the mysterious young man is also extremely strong, facing Mo Yang's amazing speed, his physical advantage can't be brought into play at all!"

"What's the use of it? Mo Yang is actually better in physique. After all, he has the blood of the ancient gods. Even if it's a hard fight, Mo Yang will win!"

Many cultivators talked while watching the battle, and even started to argue.

In the crowd, Qin Xue had a complicated expression. She came from the East Region after hearing the news, but she heard too much about Mo Yang along the way, which brought her an unparalleled impact.

Recalling the battle with Mo Yang at the lakeside of Tingyu Pavilion in Luoyang City, Mo Yang's cultivation was still very weak at that time, but in a blink of an eye, Mo Yang actually stepped into the realm of the Holy Emperor.

In the crowd, Jianshan Nie Yun stood with a huge sword on his back. No one dared to approach him. He was also surprised, but Mo Yang was also a friend of his. Seeing that Mo Yang had a slight advantage, he was relieved.

As always, Bai Fan of the Buddhist Sect was very calm, just watching the battle on the ring silently.

There were many cultivators around who were discussing that the hatred between the Buddhist Sect and Mo Yang was getting deeper and deeper, and Bai Fan was a Buddhist Sect prodigy. Some people speculated whether Bai Fan would wait for an opportunity to take action against Mo Yang.

The most shocked people were the Xuanyuan family. This time, two strong men from the Xuanyuan family came, and there was also Xuanyuan Xiaoyue. When Mo Yang faced the Holy Emperor, he had to rely on the treasure left by the emperor, but now he can fight with his bare hands.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's face was complicated. She didn't expect that in such a short time, Mo Yang had become someone she looked up to. The gap between the two of them was getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, on the stage, Mo Yang spoke again. His face became cold. He looked up at the mysterious young man with a livid face and said, "Show your real ability. If you only have this little trick, you will die today!"

The discussion in the crowd stopped abruptly, and everyone's attention was focused.

Just now, the two seemed to be trying to attack, but now, they seemed to be serious.

"Don't worry, the good show has just begun!" The young man laughed angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura surged, and the terrifying pressure suddenly emanated from his body. He raised his hand and pressed it down, and the void seemed to collapse, and the violent power poured down crazily.

But Mo Yang did not dodge. Facing the terrifying power that kept pouring down, his body slowly rose into the air, and then he raised his hand and slashed upwards.

The second move of the God-killing Record Sword Art turned into a golden sword light and slashed upwards.

The young man did not stop, and pressed his palm again. A light palm print suddenly fell down and collided with the sword light. The light palm was cut and the sword light was shattered.

It seemed to be just an ordinary attack, but the crowd watching was extremely frightened. The overflowing waves forced many cultivators to retreat hurriedly.

"Boom..."

Mo Yang raised his hand again and slashed. A sword light rushed out from his fingertips. Although it was just the sword energy condensed by raising his hand, it had the sword intent of the God-killing Record. The sword was slashed out, and the sword energy was mighty and murderous.

"This sword is good!"

Nie Yun in the crowd couldn't help but speak, and the giant sword on his back trembled slightly.

Mo Yang had been to Jianshan, where he had gained some understanding of the sword.

A trace of solemnity appeared on the young man's face, because this sword was not simple, and it actually had a kind of momentum to move forward and destroy everything.

He raised his hand and swung it, and instantly condensed a seal and fell down, but the seal was instantly split by the sword light.

The young man snorted coldly, and actually slapped it down directly. His palm burst into a dazzling light, and he grabbed the sword light, and then shook it violently, shattering the sword light.