Ancient Gods

The strong man in black robe squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yang's master, and said in a cold voice: "Who created the Qian Zong? If my guess is correct, it must be you!"

The strong man in black robe then glanced at Mo Yang, then looked at the young man standing not far away, and said in a deep voice: "You secretly cultivate the genius, it seems you have a big plan!"

"It's not a conspiracy, it's just that I was lucky and met a few good disciples!"

The old man in black robe snorted coldly after hearing this, and said: "Since he is your disciple, I will give you a face today and spare his life!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

The cultivators gathered around were all shocked, all looking at Mo Yang's master.

At this time, everyone had a question in their minds.

Who is this person?

Because everyone has seen how strong and arrogant Shi Baiqi of the Taihuang Sect is, and he is holding a Great Holy War Sword in his hand, and he actually has the intention of retreating?

Is it possible that this person's cultivation level has surpassed that of the Holy Emperor?

But what shocked everyone was yet to come.

Because seeing the strong man in black robe trying to leave, Mo Yang's master suddenly laughed.

"You killed my disciple in public, are you leaving now?"

His tone sounded unusually calm, but in this situation, facing a strong man in black robe, everyone could hardly believe it.

Just now, everyone was shocked to see the always strong black-robed strongman choose to retreat. Now that he said these words, the cultivators who were watching were all stunned.

Many people even feel that they heard wrongly.

"What did you say?"

The strong man in black robe suddenly turned around, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and shouted.

"Did I let you go?"

Mo Yang's master was very calm, with a smile on his face, and then said this.

While speaking, he raised his palm slightly and sent Mo Yang dozens of feet away.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm afraid of you?" A sneer appeared on the black-robed strongman's face, and he raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Mo Yang's master.

"As a strong member of the Taihuang Sect, you will naturally not be afraid of me, but I won't be happy if you touch my disciple!"

After hearing this, the strong man in black robe narrowed his eyes and sneered: "So what if you don't like it. You and I have the same cultivation level. I can kill him even in front of you!"

Mo Yang's master still had a smile on his face. Standing there, he didn't look like a strong man at all. He looked more like an ordinary old man.

He smiled and said: "You rely on the sect's powerful weapons and think you can ignore everyone, so after so many years, your cultivation has not improved at all!"

After saying that, he raised his palm slightly and pressed forward.

This scene touched everyone's nerves, and even Mo Yang was surprised.

He knew very little about his master. He only knew that the master was very strong in cultivation, but he had never seen the master actually do anything.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed, but I want to see how much you have grown!" The strong man in black robe snorted coldly, the arm holding the sword suddenly shook, and he raised his hand and struck out with the sword.

A terrifying pressure came out along with the sword light, and countless cultivators changed their colors at this moment. The great saint-level pressure enveloped them, and many people felt as if they were suffocating.

"Rumble..."

A loud noise was heard, and Mo Yang's master's body was shaken and flew back. Although he was not injured, he was obviously suppressed.

"As expected of the Great Holy War Soldier, he is indeed strong..."

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

But then, he changed the topic and said: "But you are not the only one who has the Great Holy Soldier!"

After saying that, he turned his palm over and a spear appeared in his hand.

The entire spear was dark black and looked nothing special. At first glance, one could even see many traces of battles and many gaps on it.

However, after the black-robed strongman stared for a moment, his face changed color for the first time.

"The blood spear is actually in your hand!"

This is the first time Mo Yang has heard of this name, but judging from the reaction on the face of the strong man in black robes.

Obviously, this weapon called the Blood Spear has a great background.

"This is a fierce weapon that has caused a bloody storm for thousands of years!"

At this time, Qin Xue, who was not far away from Mo Yang, spoke in surprise.

"Violent soldier?"

Mo Yang frowned and looked at Qin Xue. He had never heard of it. Could there be something strange about this spear?

"I heard that if this war spear is sacrificed with blood, its power can be increased. It is said that many great saints were killed in the bloody battle thousands of years ago!"

Qin Xue glanced at Mo Yang and told what she knew.

"No wonder you are so confident. It's surprising that after disappearing for so many years, you actually fell into your hands!" The strong man in black robe said this after being surprised.

Mo Yang's master just smiled at this time, and then the smile on his face gradually faded. He raised his hand and shook, and the spear instantly burst out with a dazzling blood-colored brilliance, and a ray of light shot out from the spear tip.

The face of the strong man in black robe changed slightly, he let out a low shout, and he held the sword in both hands and slashed suddenly.

It can be seen that he is extremely serious at this time and no longer dares to be careless at all.

However, even if he used all his strength to strike out with sword light to block it, the sword light was instantly covered up by the bloody brilliance. The bloody brilliance emitted by the spear was so alluring that it instantly penetrated the sword light and headed towards the black robe. The strong man penetrates and goes away.

"you……"

The strong man in black robe changed color and waved the sword in his hand one after another, blasting out three rays of sword light before shattering the bloody light.

But after the bloody light collapsed, Mo Yang's master was no longer where he was, but appeared behind the black-robed strong man.

"Puff..."

"Ah..."

The spear tip pierced through his body in an instant, and lifted up the black-robed warrior.

A painful roar shocked everyone and made them shudder.

"Although I don't want to make enemies with the Taihuang Sect, you will have to pay a price for hurting my disciple, otherwise my disciple will blame me!"

As he said this, he suddenly shook and directly shattered the black-robed warrior's body.

The onlookers were all stunned at this moment, and many people felt that their minds were blank.

A Saint Emperor, the strongest fighting force on the continent, was shattered in a fight, and blood fell like raindrops...

Mo Yang was also stunned. He knew that his master had a good cultivation. After all, when he accepted him as a disciple, he learned it through deduction.

But he didn't expect this old guy to be so strong.

However, after breaking the black-robed warrior's body, he did not continue to do it, but retracted the spear and stood there silently.

As a Saint Emperor, Shi Baiqi obviously couldn't die like this. His shattered body squirmed, and after a moment, it gathered together one after another. With a roar, his body was reshaped.

"I don't like killing people, and there are not many old antiques on the continent. I hope you don't force me!"

Seeing that the black-robed strong man seemed to want to fight to the death, he calmly said this.