Ancient Gods

High in the sky, Ye Chen turned back and glanced at Mo Yang, then there was a flash of light in his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

As soon as the long sword was taken out, many cultivators trembled and felt a cold chill.

The whole body of the long sword was red, as if soaked in blood, revealing a cold murderous intention.

"This sword has followed me since I was a child. I fed it with my blood. When I arrived at the Holy Realm, this sword was already channeled. It has given birth to the soul of the sword and has not yet drunk the blood of the Holy Emperor..."

Ye Chen looked at the battle sword in his hand, whispered to himself, then looked up at Mo Yang, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and said: "You have the blood of the ancient gods, your battle blood will become the best Nutrient, I will use you to sacrifice the sword today!”

Mo Yang stood there, his black hair fluttering in the wind. His face was calm, although it was slightly pale, but he smiled at this time.

"It is indeed a good sword!"

Mo Yang is telling the truth. This sword has extremely murderous intent. Before it is activated, a cold aura overflows. Moreover, the sword soul is born in the sword. This is no longer an ordinary warrior.

"Back then, I observed forbidden arts and created my own swordsmanship. Although there is no one in the same realm who can rival me, I wouldn't bother to use it on you, but you are indeed a difficult ant!"

Ye Chen stared at Mo Yang, his words getting colder as he spoke.

If the blood-devouring technique was applied to other Holy Emperors just now, it would be half dead or half useless, but it had little effect on Mo Yang, and even Mo Yang's body was not crushed.

Although Mo Yang had wounds all over his body, Mo Yang had the holy scroll wrapped around him, and he had recovered in just a few breaths.

The cultivators who were watching were talking a lot, and even the geniuses couldn't help but talk about it. They were observing the forbidden arts and creating their own sword techniques. This is not something you can do just by wanting to do it. There are countless arrogant people from ancient times to today, but there are a few people who can create their own techniques. ?

"This sword has surpassed the realm of the Holy Emperor. It is a Great Saint-level war sword!" A cultivator couldn't help but exclaimed after carefully sensing it.

Ye Chen's cultivation level has not yet reached that level, but the sword he nourished has actually surpassed the realm of the Holy Emperor.

"As expected of the genius of an ancient family, his future generations are to be feared..."

"Mo Yang has publicly stated before that he will not borrow external power. Without the help of the Imperial Tower and the Ancient Chessboard, he should not be Ye Chen's opponent!"

"That's not necessarily the case. Have you forgotten that Mo Yang has understood the Emperor's text before..."

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Many cultivators are talking about it, and now, everyone can't wait to see the final result.

"Brother Ergouzi, doesn't Brother Mo also have a great holy soldier?" Nie Yun frowned and asked Ergouzi.

Because Mo Yang has not taken out the weapon for a long time, who is able to compete with the Great Holy Soldier with his bare hands at the Holy Emperor level?

"Don't look at me, I don't know what the hell this guy wants to do..." Ergouzi said, but he didn't understand.

"boom……"

High in the sky, murderous intent was billowing, and a terrifying sword intent suddenly came out, and the dazzling brilliance instantly illuminated the night sky.

Ye Chen held the sword with one hand. His movements were very simple, without any fancy tricks. He raised and lowered the sword.

The sword light slashed out, the void collapsed, and the terrifying murderous intent poured down crazily like the intrusive sea water. Immediately, a series of exclamations came from Xuantian City, because the light was too dazzling, and the bright sword light emitted was like Countless terrifying sword energies.

Many cultivators did not dare to open their eyes to see. Some people concentrated their eyes to see clearly, but they were stabbed directly and their eyes bled.

"This sword is called Splitting the Sky!"

Ye Chen's voice sounded, and he seemed extremely confident in this sword.

"Rumble..."

The void shattered, and the sword light was several feet long. The moment it fell, the night sky seemed to be split into two halves.

Mo Yang's face looked paler under the reflection of the sword light. He looked at the falling sword light and did not avoid it. He just stood there.

"Damn it, hurry up and retreat!" Ergouzi was startled when he saw the scene in the sky.

The power of this sword was extraordinary, and the aura it gave off already made its hair stand on end, yet Mo Yang didn't even shy away...

If it fell on Mo Yang, it would be enough to crush Mo Yang's body!

The geniuses from all sides couldn't help but change their expressions. The previous fight was fine, but with Ye Chen's sword slash, many geniuses felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Faced with such a sword, I asked myself that no younger generation could take it.

Even Bai Fan of the Buddhist sect, sitting on the roof of an attic, looked at the bright sword light and his expression changed.

"What a terrifying sword energy!" Nie Yun, who was concentrating on the art of swordsmanship, couldn't help but murmur in surprise as he looked at the sword light that cut through the darkness.

Countless onlookers were shocked, but even more terrified. Many people couldn't help but feel a sense of panic in their hearts, and the immeasurable murderous intent filled the air, as if cold sword blades were sweeping across them.

"boom……"

Immediately, there was a loud noise in the air, and a dazzling light suddenly exploded at this moment.

Mo Yang did not retreat, but opened the spiritual palace vision.

It's just that this sword is indeed extremely powerful. Just like the name of the sword move, it does have the power to split the sky.

The sword energy fell, and Mo Yang's small world of Fangling Palace was finally split open. The sword energy that had not dispersed fell on Mo Yang, leaving a huge wound on his body.

Strings of golden blood beads sprinkled down from the sky...

The entire Xuantian City was deathly quiet, and the eyes of many geniuses were staring at the sky.

At this moment, a sigh came from Mo Yang.

"The power is indeed amazing!"

As he spoke, he looked down at the huge wound that spread from his shoulder to his waist. Even the bones were cut directly by the sword energy, which could be clearly seen.

"Boom..."

After the words fell, his whole body was full of blood and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was really surprised. If he faced an ordinary third-level Saint Emperor Realm strongman, no one could break it, but he did not block Ye Chen's sword.

He was surprised, and Ye Chen was even more surprised. He stood there, staring at Mo Yang.

At first he thought he had an illusion, until Mo Yang spoke, he came back to his senses.

In the sword just now, he urged all his strength, and asked himself if he was invincible at the same level. Although he did not expect to kill Mo Yang with one sword, he could at least seriously injure Mo Yang.

But he didn't expect that he only left a wound on Mo Yang, and the key was that it was not fatal. The infinite murderous intent was offset by the spiritual palace vision that Mo Yang unfolded.

"You are lucky!" Ye Chen said coldly.

Then he swung the sword fiercely, and whispered: "This sword is called Soul Breaking!"

Mo Yang finally moved, and the forbidden technique of the Xuan character scroll was activated, and he raised his hand and slashed out directly.

The tragic blood-red light flowed out from his arm, turning into a sword energy several meters long that broke through the air.