Ancient Gods

Since Mo Yang first met Nie Yun, he has been carrying that giant sword on his back. The giant sword is called Wuhen, and it is the treasure of Jianshan.

Mo Yang had looked at it carefully, but the giant sword was very strange, and the grade could not be seen. Sometimes it looked like an ordinary giant sword, but sometimes it felt like a divine weapon.

Just like this moment, the giant sword soared into the sky, bursting out a dazzling sword light above Tianhen Mountain, piercing many cultivators so that they could not open their eyes. At this moment, a powerful sword intent also surged out like a flood.

Mo Yang's eyes flashed with surprise. After not seeing each other for several years, Nie Yun was indeed very different from before. Not only did his cultivation increase a lot, but he also seemed to have walked his own path in the way of swordsmanship.

At this time, the power of the sword intent alone was far beyond Nie Yun's own cultivation.

The palm power slapped out by the silver-haired young man was actually shattered by the mighty infinite sword intent.

"My wife is still the best. This guy is much stronger than he looks!" Mo Yang breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to himself.

At this time, the silver-haired young man was also surprised above Tianhen Mountain. He stared at Nie Yun silently, and then looked at the giant sword with dazzling sword light.

"I have heard of Jianshan. Now it seems to be interesting. You are the Jianshan Tianjiao named Nie Yun, right?" The silver-haired young man said.

Nie Yun looked calm and said, "Yes, it's me!"

He didn't say much. At this time, his right hand slowly raised, and the giant sword shook suddenly, and the sword energy and murderous intent emanating from it were more terrifying than before.

"Interesting, then I will kill you first!" The silver-haired young man had a sneer on his face.

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly made a move and slapped directly through the air.

This attack looked exactly the same as the previous one, but it was obviously different from the previous one, because as he suddenly blasted out with his palm, the sky above Tianhen Mountain was instantly turbulent, and a violent force suddenly swept out, and the void was instantly torn apart.

"Cut!"

Nie Yun uttered a word, and at the same time, he made a chopping motion with his right hand. The giant sword chopped down vertically, and the dazzling sword light gushed out from the giant sword, like a long white river falling, splitting the surging terrifying force.

"Cut again!"

Nie Yun's black hair danced in the air waves, and then he uttered such a voice, took a step forward, and made a straight stabbing motion with his right hand.

Wuhen's whole body was full of sword light, and he suddenly stabbed forward. Even if he was several miles away, he could feel the terrifying sword energy.

The silver-haired young man did not seem to expect that Nie Yun, who was only at the fourth level of the Great Saint Realm, could actually burst out such power. He did not fight hard for a while, and his body retreated rapidly.

There were exclamations all around Tianhen Mountain, but some people in the crowd were still scolding Nie Yun.

"I said he was afraid of death. He obviously had the strength to fight, but he retreated for so long before taking action. If he had taken action directly, those people would not have died in vain!"

"If I had his cultivation, why would a few beasts from the ancient race be so arrogant!"

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Even on the hill where Mo Yang was, there were many cultivators who echoed and accused Nie Yun.

However, Mo Yang and the Saintess of Yaochi just watched the battle above Tianhen Mountain silently, and seemed to be oblivious to the discussions around them.

"Boom..."

Accompanied by a loud noise, the green mountains in all directions seemed to be shaking. Nie Yun and the silver-haired young man blasted each other, and both were shocked and flew back.

Nie Yun raised his hand, and the sword flew back and hung in front of him.

After the silver-haired young man stabilized his body, the contempt on his face had long been swept away. He stared at Nie Yun, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"I really underestimated you. You are better than other ants!" He spit out such a sentence coldly.

Then a flash of light flashed in his hand, and an ancient sword appeared.

Nie Yun was unusually calm throughout the whole process. In the way of swordsmanship, the state of mind is particularly important. With the improvement of swordsmanship, Nie Yun has indeed changed a lot compared to a few years ago.

At this moment, two figures suddenly approached Mo Yang and the others stealthily. Mo Yang frowned and looked at them, and immediately looked speechless.

It was the four-legged dragon and Er Gouzi!

"Tsk tsk, kid, I said how could you not come for such a thing, it turns out that you are hiding here to ask for flowers and willows." Er Gouzi said and looked at the Yaochi Saint sitting on the chair first.

It had cultivated for several years in the Yaochi Holy Land, so it naturally guessed that this was the Yaochi Saint. Its face changed immediately, and it was about to say something, but it was forced back.

The Yaochi Saint glanced at Er Gouzi, a little speechless. This guy now appeared in his physical form. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see his true form.

Then she looked at the four-legged dragon, her eyebrows frowned immediately, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"The cultivation is not bad, but it's a bit ordinary, eh..." The four-legged dragon was also looking at the Yaochi Saint. It was always calm, and it saw through a lot of things at a glance.

Mo Yang had never mentioned the four-legged dragon to the Yaochi Saint, nor had he seen it. Although the Yaochi Saint could not directly see the true identity of the four-legged dragon, she had seen some clues and knew that the young man in front of her was not human.

"Boy, you're quick and have good vision. No wonder you didn't react at all when those little girls in the wilderness came to you!" The four-legged dragon glanced at the Saint of Yao Chi silently, and then said this to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was speechless, but fortunately the four-legged dragon didn't say much.

The Saint of Yao Chi looked away from the four-legged dragon, looked at Mo Yang with a little doubt, and asked in a low voice: "Is this a divine beast?"

She was naturally a little surprised. Now it is not the ancient times, and Mo Yang actually has two divine beasts with him. Moreover, based on her intuition, she feels that the four-legged dragon is much stronger than Er Gouzi, and the hidden blood power seems to be more terrifying.

"Yes, a divine dragon!" Mo Yang did not hide it and whispered to the Saint of Yao Chi.

Even the Saint of Yao Chi was stunned when she heard Mo Yang's words, and she came back to her senses after a few breaths, but she didn't say much, just looked at the four-legged dragon again carefully.

For her, this was also extremely shocking news. Mo Yang actually spoke so calmly about an ancient dragon, which made her speechless.

"You are looking for death..."

At this moment, a roar came from the sky above Tianhen Mountain. The body of the silver-haired young man was actually split in half, and the sky was stained with blood. The roar came from his mouth.

Although Nie Yun was also injured, he was still calm. He waved his hands repeatedly, and the Wuhen was taken into his hands. Then he turned into a sharp sword, exuding a terrifying sharp aura. He held the giant sword with both hands and slashed it out directly.