Ancient Gods

Duan Chenxiang himself did not expect that Mo Yang's physical strength would become so strong.

However, although he was blown away, even though he felt the blood in his body surging, he was not injured at all.

Not only that, Mo Yang's punch instantly aroused his murderous intent. After he stabilized his body, his aura surged, his hair danced wildly, and he swung the magic sword directly at Mo Yang through the air.

Mo Yang activated the Xing character scroll and dodged at high speed in mid-air, because Mo Yang did not dare to confront this level of attack head-on. Although his physique was strong, he could not withstand it.

"I'll see how long you can hide. Tonight I will destroy your soul!"

Duan Chenxiang roared, his eyes were blood red, and two rays of bloodthirsty light were shining.

Looking at Duan Chenxiang who was furious, Mo Yang said calmly: "If you use this magic sword again, you will go crazy within ten moves!"

The cultivators watching from a distance were talking about it. Although this magic sword was notorious and it was rumored that this sword was indeed a bloodthirsty weapon, Mo Yang's words made everyone confused.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, Wang Xier and Shi Xiaotian standing in the crowd also frowned immediately, wondering why Mo Yang said so.

Because they couldn't see any clues at all.

First of all, they didn't know anything about this magic sword, they only heard some rumors about it. Secondly, let alone them, even those old antiques might not be able to predict such a thing.

Wang Xier frowned and stared at Mo Yang with puzzled eyes.

She naturally saw that Mo Yang was seriously injured, but at this time, Mo Yang was still calm, without any panic, and had no intention of retreating.

You have to know that facing Duan Chenxiang now, if Mo Yang doesn't have a killer weapon that can turn the tide of the battle, it's only a matter of time before he loses and dies.

Shi Xiaotian stood silently in the crowd, with no change on his face, just watching the battle silently.

"Hehe, then open your eyes and see, will you die first or will I become a demon first!" Duan Chenxiang sneered, and then he directly urged all his strength and slashed at Mo Yang fiercely.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. He just said it on purpose, because he was waiting for the right time to use the God and Demon Drunk. The words just now were deliberately suspicious and to cover up.

In this situation, the only thing that Mo Yang could use to turn the tide of the battle was the God and Demon Drunk.

Although he could directly open the teleportation array in the ancient chessboard and leave, he didn't want to leave like this.

Mo Yang also wanted to see the reactions of those dormant strongmen in the imperial city.

Then the battle in the night sky became a little dull. Although every blow of Duan Chenxiang was shocking, Mo Yang had no intention of fighting against him at all, and kept dodging and retreating.

"What exactly does he want to do? Is he really waiting for Duan Chenxiang to go crazy?" Some cultivators were extremely puzzled.

"Could it be that he knows some secret of the magic sword? Otherwise, even if he can dodge for a while, he can't be sure to dodge every attack. This body movement is extraordinary, and it is probably very exhausting for him. He is now seriously injured and can't hold on for long!"

"Everything is hard to say. This person can't only have the ancient chessboard, but he hasn't used other means yet. You can see that he looks calm and has no fear at all. It's hard to say who will win or lose now!"

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Many cultivators couldn't help but talk about it, and even some old cultivators frowned and speculated, guessing Mo Yang's true intentions.

In the night sky, two old men stood side by side. Since Duan Chenxiang made a move, they have been standing here, but no one said anything throughout the whole process.

Until this moment, one of the white-haired old men frowned and said to himself: "What on earth does he want to do?"

The old man was obviously also puzzled by what Mo Yang had just said, because he also felt that it was unreasonable. Although the magic sword could affect people's minds, who could predict how many times it would take to become a demon?

Not to mention Mo Yang, even those great emperors who shocked the world might not be able to predict it.

"Old monster, you have been watching for so long, what can you see?" The old man then looked at the old man next to him and asked.

"He didn't hide his cultivation deliberately, and even I didn't expect his cultivation to be so weak!" The old monster spoke, his tone was very calm, but it could be heard that he was also puzzled.

Because this situation appeared on Mo Yang, it was undoubtedly extremely contradictory.

"What can you see from the ancient chessboard?" The old man asked again.

The old monster frowned and said, "It's a treasure, very rare, maybe an emperor's weapon, but I can't feel the emperor's power!"

"This person is not simple, his blood is extraordinary, and there is a treasure hidden in his dantian. I just tried to sense it, but the divine thought was directly destroyed. I have to try to find out what it is!"

Hearing the old monster's words, the old man next to him flashed a look of surprise in his eyes and said, "No wonder, I thought I had an illusion. I secretly explored it before, and the result is the same as you said!"

The old man continued, "Old monster, you don't really want to try, do you?"

The old monster did not speak, but looked at Mo Yang silently, as if he wanted to continue observing.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Chenxiang had already made eight moves, and the aura flowing there was extremely terrifying. The onlookers were forced to retreat several times, and no one dared to approach.

Although Mo Yang had been urging the Xingzi Scroll to dodge, the attack was too terrifying. The aftermath swept over him twice, leaving two shocking wounds on his chest.

"The last two moves!"

Mo Yang's face was extremely pale, and he pointed two fingers at the furious Duan Chenxiang.

And with the help of the swirling air wave, Mo Yang had quietly spread the powder ground from the God and Demon Drunk.

Although the God and Demon Drunk had a strange fragrance, the crowd was too far away, and the aura circulating here was too terrifying, so no one in the crowd noticed it.

Mo Yang dodged his attacks one after another. Duan Chenxiang was already furious, and the magic sword had indeed affected his mind, so he naturally did not notice anything unusual.

Seeing Mo Yang extend two fingers at this time, he was furious, and he dodged and rushed over, swinging the sword wildly at Mo Yang horizontally and vertically, and in the blink of an eye, nearly ten terrifying blood-red sword lights were slashed out.

Mo Yang's face changed slightly, and he urged the little remaining true energy in his body to run the Xingzi Scroll with all his strength, but there were still two sword lights that he did not avoid, and almost split his body in half.

One of the sword lights slashed diagonally on his chest, leaving a terrifying wound from his shoulder to his waist. Even though he was physically strong, even his bones were directly cut off by the sword light.

Mo Yang took out a spiritual medicine and swallowed it directly, using the terrifying recoil force to withdraw and retreat violently, retreating dozens of feet away.

At this moment, Duan Chenxiang, who had originally rushed up, suddenly paused, and the blood and violent color in his eyes became more and more intense. Then, as if he was unconscious, he actually slashed directly at the crowd watching in the distance.