Ancient Gods

Looking at the smoke and dust in front of them suddenly stirring, Mo Yang's figure just disappeared, and the young man in white and the woman in white couldn't help but frown.

The white-clothed woman smiled and said, "Interesting!"

But these two words sounded like they were full of endless ridicule.

And the young man in white had a cold light in his eyes, and whispered, "It's just a trick of insects and ants, and it's useless in front of us!"

After he said that, he took a step forward and fell down. A dull sound came from the sky, and the whole sky seemed to shake suddenly. The smoke and dust that was like a hazy rain suddenly turbulent and almost collapsed directly.

Just a moment later, the smoke and dust did not disperse, but still permeated there, and there was an inexplicable force flowing, stabilizing everything.

"Humph!"

The young man in white saw this scene, snorted coldly, his face became more gloomy, and his figure flashed, rushing directly into the smoke.

However, as soon as he rushed in, he let out a muffled groan, and then his body flew out like this, stumbling back more than ten feet in the air before he stabilized.

"Don't be careless, he can hurt Yuan Qi like that, so he must have some tricks!" The woman in white reminded.

It seemed that the woman in white did not intend to attack. She stood there silently, and then just pretended to be sitting on an invisible chair, looking very comfortable.

The face of the young man in white was covered with frost. After he stabilized his body, he did not say anything, but his figure flashed and rushed into the smoke again.

However, the result was exactly the same as before. As soon as he rushed in, he let out a muffled groan, and then his body flew out like this, even retreating several feet further than the previous time.

"Ant, you really pissed me off!"

He roared, then pinched the magic formula with one hand, raised his arm, made a chopping gesture, and chopped it down like this.

As he moved, the sky trembled, and invisible power swept, turning into an almost transparent sword energy that slashed down fiercely, splitting the smoke and dust violently.

Then he took a step forward suddenly, and waves of light spread out in all directions with him as the center. The smoke and dust finally collapsed and was torn apart in an instant. The smoke and dust were rolled in all directions in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yang's figure also emerged. He was still expressionless, standing in the air, his eyes swept over the young man, and then swept over the white-clothed woman sitting not far away, without saying anything.

"Ant, show some real skills, otherwise you will never survive more than ten moves in front of me!" When the white-clothed young man saw Mo Yang's figure appear, his anger burst out instantly, and his expression was a little ferocious.

"Just you?"

After the young man finished speaking, Mo Yang calmly uttered three words.

To the young man, these three words were filled with endless ridicule and contempt, which was simply a great shame for him.

But before he could speak, Mo Yang continued, "Your cultivation is equal to Yuan Qi, but with your state of mind, you are obviously a fool. I can piss you off to death without even doing anything. Do you believe it?"

Mo Yang's words almost made the young man in white vomit blood. His body was trembling, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his aura was not reserved at all. In an instant, it surged out like a river bursting its banks.

He didn't say anything, but took action directly. His figure flashed and rushed directly towards Mo Yang.

But he didn't use brute force to attack. When he did, a scimitar appeared in his hand. However, the scimitar looked strange in shape, and the whole body was dull and dull, which looked very simple, unlike other soldiers who were bright and shiny.

Mo Yang was neither hurried nor slow. He held his palm in front of him, and a rusty ancient sword appeared in his hand. Then he just chopped it out casually.

"Clang..."

The next moment, the harsh sound waves exploded like thunder, and the dense forest below seemed to be swept by a gust of wind. Wherever the waves passed, countless ancient trees broke one after another, and even the green mountains in the distance were shaken into dust.

"I said you are stupid, but you still don't believe it!" Mo Yang stepped back silently, looked at the ancient sword in his hand, and then raised his head and said this to the young man.

The young man was shocked and angry at this time. He seemed to have no time to listen to Mo Yang's words, but lowered his head to look at the scimitar in his hand. The crack on it was as dazzling as it could be. In addition to the crack, there was even a big gap on the blade.

Even the woman in white not far away frowned, staring at the ancient sword in Mo Yang's hand and constantly looking at it.

"Ant, you're looking for death!"

After the young man in white came to his senses, he roared, and didn't care about anything at this time. He held the scimitar with both hands, and frantically urged the power in his body to slash six or seven blade beams at Mo Yang in the air.

It seemed that the attack was chaotic, but in fact it was not chaotic at all. The blade beams tore through the void, as if connected into a big net, blocking all Mo Yang's retreat.

But Mo Yang stood still at this time. A strange aura emanated from his body, and then waves of energy surged around his body like ripples. The blade beams that slashed seemed to have cut through him, but in fact they didn't even touch Mo Yang's body at all.

The woman in white who had been sitting on the side watching the battle finally stood up at this time, with a look of surprise in her eyes, and said: "The power of space!"

The young man was also extremely shocked. When he started fighting with Mo Yang, everything seemed very strange, especially the spatial Taoist methods that Mo Yang showed at this time. This was not as simple as understanding the fur. Instead, it gave people a feeling of freedom and ease.

In the sight, Mo Yang's figure disappeared just like that, and only a trace of spatial fluctuations remained in the original place.

The next moment, a wave of fluctuations came from behind the young man, and then an ancient sword pierced the young man's body. The rusty sword pierced from the young man's back and came out from his chest. There was no blood on the ancient sword.

The young man reacted quickly. He moved his body forward suddenly, but Mo Yang reacted just as quickly. He followed the young man like a ghost. Then the ancient sword slashed violently and directly split the young man's body, almost cutting it in two.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and a strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

The young man roared angrily, his aura was so strong that he shook Mo Yang's body away. However, he felt his scalp tingling instantly. When he looked up, a huge ancient character fell from the air.

"Ant, you... break it!" The young man roared, not caring about the injuries on his body, and swung the scimitar fiercely into the sky, slashing several blade beams.