The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang spread out the God-Killing Art and studied it with concentration. His eyes swept over the messy handwriting, as if he saw a stream of unparalleled sword energy sweeping towards him. The originally messy words seemed to have some kind of pattern, and he watched them intently. It seemed like a figure could be seen wielding a sword to kill.

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Gradually, beads of sweat began to ooze out on Mo Yang's forehead. The further he looked back, the messy handwriting seemed to be bleeding, and there was a terrible murderous intention flowing. In a trance, he seemed to see a terrifying strong man lifting his hand. The sword swept across the heavens, filling the world with unparalleled sharpness, leaving behind a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"This sword manual is a little weird. This time's insights are actually different from the previous ones. No wonder that beautiful sister said that the amount of comprehension depends on oneself. The same sword manual, when placed in different hands, will inevitably comprehend different sword meanings. This is because Is there a desire for revenge and killing hidden in my heart? Why do I think of that image of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?"

After several hours of meditation, Mo Yang had a vague understanding in his heart. What he felt was the aura of boundless killing, and the sword intent seemed to have a bloodthirsty flavor.

The night passed in a blink of an eye, and the next day, the central square was still bustling with activity. Today was the second round of the grand event.

It will be more intense than the first round, because according to past practice, in the second round of competition, all disciples of the four sects will face three arena battles, and the opponents will be randomly selected.

The ring battle had just begun, and the crowd was excited because Mo Yang was the first to take the stage.

"There are three ring battles in the second round. If you can hide your strength, try not to expose it completely!" The third elder reminded Mo Yang. In the first round of the competition, Mo Yang only threw three punches in total. Mo Yang's true combat power must be Stronger.

Mo Yang's opponent was a disciple of the Yuqing Sect, but when Mo Yang stepped onto the ring, there was no movement at all in the direction of the Yuqing Sect.

People in the surrounding stands were talking a lot, and all their eyes were looking towards the Yuqing Gate area.

Mo Yang also looked confused.

What the hell is this?

Where are people?

"I surrender!"

Amidst everyone's discussion, a voice came from the Yuqing Gate area.

In an instant, the entire central square seemed to explode. This kind of thing happened to Mo Yang one after another. This was the case in the first round. As soon as the second round started, someone actually gave up directly.

"Holy shit...is this Mo Yang really that scary? His opponent doesn't even dare to step into the ring!" Some cultivators onlookers said in shock.

"This disciple of the Yuqing Sect only has the third level cultivation level of the psychic realm. Even Pang Long was knocked off the ring by Mo Yang with two punches. If you go to the psychic realm, you are asking for trouble. You can't win anyway, so just admit defeat to avoid embarrassment!" other onlookers responded.

"Mo Yang is a bit evil, and his cultivation aura cannot be detected. His true strength is still a mystery until now, otherwise the geniuses from Longchi Pavilion and Yuqing Sect wouldn't have been indifferent yesterday."

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Amid everyone's discussion, Mo Yang walked off the ring with a sigh.

Then Qi Heng came on the stage, and he faced Long Wu from Longchi Pavilion. His cultivation level was two levels behind him. After more than ten rounds, Qi Heng lost.

Everyone had expected this result, after all, the gap was quite big.

"The strength of Lingxu Sect is still far behind the other three sects. I heard that they have been ranked last for five consecutive years. I don't know where Mo Yang came from this year. He looks a bit powerful. !”

Qi Heng's face was full of disappointment. After returning to the seat, he looked at Mo Yang and said in a deep voice: "Mo Yang, the only hope this time is with you. If you still regard yourself as a disciple of Lingxu Sect, Let the other three sects see the strength of our Lingxu Sect!"

Mo Yang glanced at Qi Heng and didn't say anything. He was very speechless. Is the pattern so small? Winning or losing the event will not change anything in essence. The so-called ranking is just a false name.

But this time he came to make up for his master's regrets, and it was also a memory he left with Lingxu Sect before leaving Lingxu Sect.

"Brother Mo Yang, what kind of cultivation level do you have now? Why don't they dare to fight you?" Sophie looked at Mo Yang with admiration and asked in a low voice.

Even Qi Heng and Xu Xin had listened carefully, and Mo Yang's cultivation was also a mystery to them.

"Uh... my cultivation is just like that, I'm just tougher!" Mo Yang said casually. Although his cultivation has now broken through to the Tianxuan realm, the appearance of the sixth senior sister brought too much impact to him. , those talented people among the most powerful forces may be even more terrifying.

Sophie's cheeks turned red, and she muttered shyly: "Brother Mo Yang, you are so bad!"

"Uh..." Mo Yang looked puzzled, how could he be broken? He had taken countless marrow cleansing pills and practiced the Star Emperor Sutra. His body was indeed very strong. Isn't it tough?

Xu Xin also snorted coldly, making Mo Yang even more confused. Isn't he tough?

After that, other disciples of the Lingxu Sect came on stage one after another. Sophie met Pang Long, but after only a few rounds of fighting, she was knocked off the ring with a punch from Pang Long. Pang Long obviously did it on purpose and wanted to regain his previous face.

In the afternoon, Mo Yang had two games in succession. In the first game, he encountered a disciple of Xuanmen. The result was the same as before, and he couldn't block Mo Yang's punch at all.

Mo Yang sometimes felt that he was bullying a child. After all, he had already reached the Tianxuan realm, and his opponent was only at the third level of the Psychic realm. Facing him was not a matter of punching him one by one.

However, in the second game, they met Qian Wushuang of Longchi Pavilion. Qian Wushuang's cultivation level was the same as Long Wu's, they were both at the third level of the Earth Profound Realm. The moment the two of them stepped onto the ring, everyone was boiling.

Mo Yang had been going very smoothly before, and his opponents were either knocked back by him with a punch or gave up, but now he finally met the genius of Longchi Pavilion.

Although Qian Wushuang looked calm, he had been looking at Mo Yang.

Everyone watching was making speculations, and the disciples of the four sects were all paying attention, including the Lingxu Sect. Through this battle, we can roughly guess the outcome of the third round. If Mo Yang can defeat Qian Wushuang, , Lingxu Sect is very likely to become the ultimate leader.

After the two exchanged names calmly, the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"I didn't expect that Lingxu Sect would have someone like Brother Mo. If my guess is correct, Brother Mo should be focusing on body training, and his cultivation should have reached the third level of the Earth Profound Realm!" Qian Wushuang was not in a hurry to take action. , spoke like this after silently sizing it up.

He obviously also wanted to test it out to see if he could find out some details about Mo Yang.

Mo Yang smiled and said: "No matter what your cultivation level is, my purpose when I step into the ring is to defeat you. I don't know if Brother Qian wants to receive one punch or two punches!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar below the ring.

"Damn it... This Mo Yang is too crazy. He thinks Qian Wushuang is one of those ordinary disciples!"

"Damn it, Qian Wushuang is my idol, I can't bear it, I let him pretend again..."

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Qian Wushuang's face changed slightly, and there was a coldness in his eyes, and he said: "Brother Mu Qiu, the strongest genius recognized by the four sects, does not dare to speak like this!"

Mo Yang just smiled. He didn't want to argue. Even if Mu Qiu was in the Tianxuan realm, he still asked the same question. If something can be solved with one punch, wouldn't it be a waste to throw one more punch?