Ancient Gods

During the day, Mo Yang and Meng Xianyin's fight was still being discussed by everyone. At night, he fought with Mu Xiao again.

Pedestrians on the street stopped to watch. Although many cultivators talked about Mo Yang, many people were also surprised that Mo Yang could fight Mu Xiao head-on.

The other Tianjiao on the terrace did not mean to stop them. The people present had heard about the grudge between Mo Yang and Mu Xiao.

And no one wanted to intervene in such things. After all, it was not good to offend either party out of thin air. The Mu family was a big family with great power, and Mo Yang's identity was mysterious. There was no clear statement about his origins.

Bai Fan of the Buddhist sect had not said anything, but he was also paying close attention at this time. He and Nie Yun had the same guess in their hearts that Mo Yang might be related to the legendary God Clan.

Er Gouzi had already retreated to the side, holding a wine jar that was several times larger than it, pouring wine into his mouth while watching.

A moment later, the terrace exploded under the impact of the violent air wave.

The several geniuses all flew out, and Mo Yang and Mu Xiao flew down to the street, but they did not stop at all, and their figures moved faster and faster. All that could be heard was the harsh sound of weapons colliding, and the sword energy that soared into the sky.

The crowd that stopped to watch was a large black mass, filling both sides of the street, and bursts of exclamations were heard from time to time.

Mo Yang has been getting stronger, and Mu Xiao naturally cannot stand still. Mo Yang's heart was also difficult to calm down after the fight just now, because compared with the last battle outside the secret realm of the Great Wilderness Mountain, Mu Xiao has become much stronger.

Especially the dazzling sword light that illuminated the entire street at that moment, like a scorching sun rising, with a terrifying burning feeling, the dazzling light made everyone unable to open their eyes, accompanied by a terrifying sharp breath, making people feel cold all over.

Mo Yang stood dozens of meters away, looking up at Mu Xiao who was floating in the air. The surging air waves rushed towards him, blowing his black hair wildly.

A terrifying pressure came down, and although the dazzling light illuminated the night, in Mo Yang's sight, it was a terrifying sword light, more than ten meters long, about to fall down.

The dazzling light made his eyes hurt, as if countless sword qi were sweeping towards him.

Nie Yun and others who were not far away couldn't help but feel nervous at this time. They naturally knew that this was one of the most famous sword techniques of the Mu family, the Sun Sword Technique. Even if they faced it, they dared not be careless.

Er Gouzi also put down the wine jar at this time and looked closely at the battlefield.

There was a commotion on both sides of the street, and many onlookers retreated in panic, shouting.

"This is the Sun Sword Technique of the Mu family. Under this sword, Mo Yang will probably be dead!" A cultivator retreated in panic and spoke in a shocked voice.

"I didn't expect Mu Xiao to be so strong. With this aura, has he already reached the third level of the War King?"

"It's really scary. Although Mo Yang's combat power is also very strong, his cultivation has not yet reached the War King level. No matter how strong his combat power is, it can't make up for the gap brought by his cultivation. I'm afraid he won't be able to leave alive tonight!"

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Amidst the many discussions, no one was optimistic about Mo Yang, and they all thought he would die here.

Not far away, the girl who scolded Mo Yang before snorted coldly: "Shameless hooligan, you don't know your own weight, you deserve to be killed!"

The rest of the people just watched the battlefield silently and didn't say anything.

"Although I don't know how you broke my moves last time outside the secret realm, this time, break another one for me to see!" Mu Xiao stood in mid-air, his voice was cold and sharp, and his eyes were as blazing as the sword energy he slashed at this time.

"I will kill you today!"

Mo Yang stood on the street, holding a battle axe in one hand. Under the crazy and raging air waves, he was like standing in the wind, his robes rustling, and he seemed to be swallowed at any time.

"Really?"

"Then it's as you wish!"

Mo Yang spoke, his voice was not loud, and he was still very calm, but there was a trace of solemnity on his face. The onlookers who were far away couldn't even hear it, but Nie Yun and others could naturally catch it.

At the same time, as Mo Yang's words fell, a ray of golden light appeared in his left eye, and then he moved, his figure was like a ghost, and the battle axe in his hand chopped out.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a loud noise came out, and all the brilliance seemed to turn into fireworks under the night sky, dissipated rapidly, and then faded away.

"You have indeed become much stronger, and your understanding of this sword formula is incomparable to the past, but in my eyes, there is no difference, the flaw is still a flaw!" Mo Yang's voice spread clearly.

The whole street was dead silent at this time, countless cultivators were stunned, looking at Mo Yang standing on the street unscathed with a blank look, and everyone felt like they had just had an illusion.

What happened just now was too fast. Except for the few geniuses present, almost no one saw it clearly, and didn't know what happened.

Because Mu Xiao's powerful attack was like a dream bubble, all the power seemed to be just an appearance, as if it was removed in an instant.

Bai Fan of the Buddhist sect stared at Mo Yang's left eye again and again, frowning extremely rarely, and then said to himself: "What a strange power, what is hidden in his left eye, he can actually see through the opponent's moves, why haven't I heard of such a method?"

The young scholar from the Dao Sect seemed to have noticed something. He looked calm and said softly, "I was wrong. This man is not simple. There is an unusual power hidden in his left eye!"

The others didn't say anything, but nodded thoughtfully.

Mu Xiaoxuan was shocked. She couldn't believe it. Her mouth was wide open. She knew more about Mo Yang than anyone else. She was the most surprised.

"Big liar, he has become so powerful in such a short time. Even my brother..." She murmured after she came back to her senses. It was hard to calm down.

At this time, Mu Xiao stood in the air. His face was as gloomy as water. He didn't say a word. His eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, as well as a few doubts.

There is no doubt that he didn't expect this!

Since the last time he fought with Mo Yang outside the secret realm, he has been in seclusion since he returned to the Mu family, struggling to comprehend the two sets of sword techniques. Later, under the guidance of the family elders, his understanding of the two sets of sword techniques has reached a new level. The previous flaws have been made up, but it is still the same ending.

"Taiyin!"

He shouted coldly, and as the sound fell, the atmosphere here suddenly changed, and the night wind that blew by seemed to have changed, like a wisp of cold wind sweeping by, as if the severe winter was coming, and the people watching from a distance shuddered.

The dark sword light rushed out from the long sword in his hand, and the black mist lingered. In the blink of an eye, it gathered into a terrifying sword energy several meters long and chopped down.

Mo Yang did not speak. He stepped on the Xingzi scroll and retreated at a high speed. Then he kicked his feet suddenly with power, and his body flew directly into the air. The God Killing Record was activated, and he suddenly raised the battle axe in his hand and chopped it out.

There was no dazzling light, no fancy moves, just a seemingly ordinary sword energy rising against the sky.

"Boy, are you looking for death? You are no match for me in a head-on fight!" Er Gouzi was no longer calm and could not help but speak loudly to Mo Yang.

The other Tianjiaos also changed their colors. Everyone knew that Mo Yang's cultivation was far inferior to Mu Xiao's. Although Mo Yang had just resolved Mu Xiao's terrifying attack, if they were head-on, Mo Yang would not be his opponent.

His actions at this time were like seeking death in the eyes of everyone. Facing such an attack, even the Tianjiaos present had to deal with it seriously, and no one dared to be careless.

In an instant, the two lights collided with each other, but the whole street seemed to shake violently, and a terrifying air wave suddenly dissipated from the battlefield. There was no brilliant light, only the invisible waves were raging wildly.

Mo Yang's body was shaken off in an instant, and he fell heavily on the street. The bluestone on the street exploded, and the rubble flew everywhere, leaving a human-shaped pit on the spot.

Mu Xiao was also blown away by the disintegrating air wave, and flew backwards dozens of feet in the air before he could barely stabilize. His clothes seemed to be pierced by countless sword qi, and bright red blood could be seen flowing out of many torn places.

"Taiyin Taiyang!"

As soon as his body stabilized, an angry shout came out of his mouth, which could be clearly heard throughout the town.

At this time, his expression was a bit ferocious, and there were traces of blood on his handsome and cold face. The disintegrating sword qi left two cuts on both sides of his face, and blood was constantly overflowing.

"Brother!" Mu Xiaoxuan could no longer remain calm at this time. She couldn't help but exclaimed to Mu Xiao, with worry in her voice.

Mu Xiao obviously didn't want to give Mo Yang any chance. Mo Yang's body was shaken off, and a big hole was smashed on the street. He was covered in blood and his injuries were obviously serious. He wanted to kill Mo Yang immediately, because he was really shocked at this time. In just a few months, Mo Yang was so strong. His cultivation had not yet reached the level of War King, but his combat power was not much inferior to his.

Moreover, Mo Yang's skills were extremely strange, and seemed to be much stronger than the two sets of sword techniques he practiced.

He didn't dare to imagine that if Mo Yang continued to live, he could still crush Mo Yang the next time they met.

In the Central Region, he had a title, claiming to be invincible in the same realm, but now, he was a little doubtful about himself.

With the fusion of the two sets of skills, the murderous intent here quickly soared, and the violent air waves spread wildly with Mu Xiao as the center, shocking the onlookers to retreat again and again.

Even several Tianjiao couldn't help but retreat dozens of meters away.

Several killing lights fell down, covering the streets below.

At this time, Mo Yang was still motionless. He was lying in the pit, covered in blood.

The sword light came in an instant, smoke and dust rose on the street, stone chips flew everywhere, and the houses on both sides of the street were shattered by the scattered sword energy in pieces, with constant rumbling sounds.

And nothing could be seen on the street.

Er Gouzi threw down the wine jar, stood up, and kept scanning the street covered by smoke and dust.

Nie Yun and Bai Fan also stared at it. At the last moment, Mo Yang seemed to have no resistance. In the face of such an attack, if he resisted with his body, there would be only one end, that is, death.

Not to mention Mo Yang, even if a cultivator at the peak of the War King Realm resisted, he would probably suffer heavy damage.

Just a moment later, in the eyes of countless people, in the slowly dissipating smoke and dust, the street was riddled with holes and had turned into a ruin, and on the broken street, a figure appeared.