Ancient Gods

From Lu Xiu's words, he obviously didn't know Mo Yang's identity, otherwise he wouldn't have said he was curious about Mo Yang's identity just now.

But listening to Mo Yang's words at this time, Lu Xiu's eyes became more and more violent, because Mo Yang's words had aroused his murderous intent.

Since the birth of the Hidden God Temple, he has fought with several talented geniuses on the Xuantian Continent, and has never met such an arrogant person as the mysterious young man in front of him.

Seeing Lu Xiu's face become gloomy, Mo Yang still had a faint smile on his lips, walked forward step by step, and then said: "If you want a fight, I can fight with you, but there is one thing I have to tell you first, there are few people who have murderous intentions against me, so far, there are few alive!"

"Also, I forgot to tell you that you don't know who I am, but it doesn't mean I don't know you."

"Lu Xiu, a disciple of the Hidden God Temple, has a cultivation level of the sixth level of the Heavenly Saint Realm, and has just broken through not long ago, am I right?"

Listening to Mo Yang's words, Lu Xiu's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible surprise.

In his eyes, there was a trace of confusion besides surprise.

The Hidden God Temple has not been around for long. After all, it is not the glorious days of the past. In the current Xuantian Continent, there are very few cultivators who know about the Hidden God Temple. Perhaps only some powerful people from big forces know about it.

Mo Yang actually revealed his identity.

Moreover, the cultivation method they practiced in the Hidden God Temple was extraordinary, which could conceal their own aura. It was difficult for outsiders to see through their cultivation level, but Mo Yang actually said it accurately.

For a genius like Lu Xiu, this was obviously extremely disadvantageous to him.

Facing the opponent, he knew nothing about the opponent. Not only could he not see through the opponent's cultivation level, but even the opponent's identity was a mystery, but the opponent knew him well.

At this time, Lu Xiu's eyes became extremely sharp, staring at Mo Yang, silently, the aura around him began to fluctuate violently, like a stormy sea.

More than ten meters away from Lu Xiu, Mo Yang stopped.

He looked very calm, with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be unaware of the pressure from Lu Xiu.

"Boom..."

The next moment, Lu Xiu suddenly moved, took a step forward, and came directly in front of Mo Yang. Like a prehistoric beast approaching, a strong blood wave crushed over, and the fist surrounded by light fiercely slammed towards Mo Yang's head.

Mo Yang had witnessed the battle between Lu Xiu and Bai Fan before, and knew that Lu Xiu was very strong, but he did not avoid it at this time. Feeling the approach of the terrifying wave, he raised his hand to block his forehead.

"Bang..."

The next moment, a muffled sound spread out, and Lu Xiu's fist landed firmly on Mo Yang's palm. The two did not move at all, but a visible energy wave suddenly spread out in a circle, and sand and rocks flew around. Several huge rocks not far away were directly shattered by the waves.

A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Xiu's eyes. Seeing that Mo Yang did not move at all, this punch did not seem to hurt Mo Yang at all. He pulled back suddenly.

Mo Yang put down his palm and said indifferently: "Yes, there is some strength. Your physique is indeed stronger than many cultivators of the same realm!"

Without waiting for Lu Xiu to speak, Mo Yang changed the subject and continued: "However, compared with the two old guys I killed in Luoyang City, it is much worse!"

Mo Yang's words made Lu Xiu completely furious, because he felt that Mo Yang was deliberately humiliating him.

"If you turn around and leave now, I will pretend that what happened today has never happened. To be frank, you still have time to stop now!" Mo Yang said lightly.

"No one has ever dared to say such words in front of me, Lu Xiu!" Lu Xiu was furious, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

Mo Yang sighed lightly, shook his head helplessly and said: "Why do I always meet stupid people..."

"What did you say? You are looking for death!" Lu Xiu heard the words, his face became ferocious, and he roared at Mo Yang.

Then he suddenly flashed forward, and with the same action as before, he swung his fist towards Mo Yang's head, but the action was much faster, and the aura was even stronger.

Mo Yang sneered, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the fist that was coming, and he clenched his fist and hit it.

"Puff..."

The two fists collided violently, and in an instant, a string of blood splashed out. The skin on Lu Xiu's fist was torn, and even the white bones were exposed, and his body also stepped back.

Mo Yang stood in place, his face became extremely indifferent, and his body followed like a shadow. Lu Xiu changed color, and before he could even stabilize his body, he suddenly raised his hand and punched.

But this hasty punch was no match for Mo Yang, and he underestimated Mo Yang's speed.

He watched helplessly as Mo Yang's figure flashed around his punch and appeared beside him. Then a terrifying force instantly fell under his armpit. He felt as if a rushing river rushed into his body, and then the aura around him was disrupted, and the true energy in his body was almost shaken off.

He could clearly feel these, but he couldn't stop it, because he couldn't keep up with the speed, and he had no time to stop or avoid it.

His body flew out horizontally, and just as he flew into the air, Mo Yang appeared in front of him, like his shadow, and then a fierce palm force fell on him.

"Puff..."

Blood splattered in the air, and Lu Xiu's head was hit by Mo Yang's slap. His neck seemed to disappear, and his head was almost embedded in his body.

Mo Yang did not attack again, his body flew down, looking at Lu Xiu who fell dozens of feet away, he sighed lightly, feeling a little bored.

Before, he felt that this guy was quite powerful, but now, after only a few rounds of fighting, Mo Yang lost interest.

Luo Liuxiang, who was watching the battle from a distance, completely relaxed her heart. Although this genius named Lu Xiu was very strong, he was obviously not Mo Yang's opponent. Perhaps the other party had not yet exerted his full strength and had no time to use those powerful means, but Mo Yang was the same.

At this time, the little boy Long in her arms had woken up. The little guy hugged Luo Liuxiang's neck with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand, watching very seriously.

"Roar..."

After a few breaths, Lu Xiu let out a roar like a scream, his blood and energy rolled around him, the shattered bones were quickly returning to their original positions and healing, and the wounds around his body were also repaired quickly.

He seemed to have never suffered such a great humiliation, and his face became hideous at this time.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a spear emerged.

"I just wanted to spar with you, but you angered me. You will pay the price for this today!" He swung the spear towards Mo Yang, and spoke with a ferocious look.

Mo Yang said coldly: "Why, a spear gives you so much confidence, do you believe that I can crush your spear with my bare hands?"