The Evil Lord of All Realms

Qian Wushuang was extremely cautious. Although Mo Yang's words just now made him angry, he was not impulsive or careless when he took action.

But when he saw the oncoming fist, he felt guilty, and Mo Yang was extremely fast, so he hurriedly raised his sword to block it.

"Zheng!"

A metallic trembling sound came out, and many cultivators hurriedly blocked their ears. The sound wave was too sharp and harsh.

Qian Wushuang stepped back and was hit by several footprints on the stage. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had fought with countless cultivators, but this was the first time he encountered one with such strength.

No wonder Pang Long couldn't catch both punches. Even he felt his arms were numb at this moment. The broad sword in his hand was still trembling. He tried his best several times to hold the hilt. If If he takes a few steps back, he will fall directly into the ring.

"As a cultivator, can you only use brute force?" Qian Wushuang sneered after stabilizing his body.

Mo Yang frowned for a while and said: "Brother, if you can't even catch it with brute force, how can you still play?"

Qian Wushuang was extremely depressed and wanted to curse. Who is your brother who is older than your sister?

"Don't panic, at most it's just one more punch, it'll be quick!" After Mo Yang finished speaking, he clenched his fist again and dodged to attack.

Qian Wushuang almost vomited blood. He quickly used all his strength and suddenly raised his sword to slash.

But then he was stunned. The dazzling sword light had already slashed out, and it seemed that it had clearly hit Mo Yang, but the next moment an iron fist fell on him.

Qian Wushuang's body was blown away and he landed firmly under the ring.

This scene was too familiar. It had appeared more than once before, but it was incredible that this scene happened to Qian Wushuang.

By now, this scene has become a nightmare for many cultivators. It seems that if you fight against Mo Yang, you will not be able to escape this fate.

Until this moment, Qian Wushuang didn't think clearly about how Mo Yang avoided his sword. How could Mo Yang avoid it at such a distance and angle, but Mo Yang managed to avoid it without any damage.

"What are you thinking about? It's all about one punch, why are you still struggling!" Mo Yang stood on the ring, looking at Qian Wushuang, whose face was ashen but his eyes were full of confusion, and he said calmly.

The scene was completely silent. Many people in the four sects stood up from their seats, fearing that they could not see clearly. They all looked at the arena with horrified eyes.

Especially in the Longchi Pavilion, the face of Long Wu, who is ranked as a genius with Qian Wushuang, is full of disbelief. Is it possible that Mo Yang is a cultivator in the Tianxuan realm?

Otherwise, how could Qian Wushuang not be able to block both punches.

"Brother Qian, I don't mean to humiliate you. I just like the simple and direct way of fighting, because I'm not here to compete, I'm here only to win the championship!"

Looking at Qian Wushuang with an angry face under the ring, Mo Yang spoke calmly.

In an instant, the surrounding discussion sounded like a wave. Although Mo Yang was too arrogant in the eyes of countless people, it had to be said that he had that kind of capital.

Even Mu Qiu of the Yuqing Sect was already a little uneasy. His eyes never left Mo Yang, but no matter how he looked and probed, he could not detect the depth of Mo Yang.

At this time, even Pang Long felt inexplicably feeling a lot better. When he saw Qian Wushuang being knocked off the ring by a punch, he suddenly felt that all eyes were no longer on him. He didn't seem so embarrassed after being knocked off the ring before.

After two rounds of competition, Lingxu Sect's points are now equal to those of Yuqing Sect. Longchi Pavilion is in third place beyond everyone's expectations, and Xuanzong can only be at the bottom.

But it can be seen from Mo Yang's current performance that Lingxu Sect will not be too bad in the third round of competition. Although Mo Yang is likely to face off against Mu Qiu, we dare not draw a conclusion prematurely because in the In the eyes of everyone, Mo Yang was a bit evil.

If Xu Xin hadn't been pulling Su Fei'er to tell girls to be reserved, Su Fei'er would have jumped up and screamed "Brother Mo Yang" to the point where the bones of everyone around her would have gone numb.

In fact, when Qian Wushuang was knocked off the ring by Mo Yang with a punch, everyone had already made some guesses about his cultivation. He was at least at the Tianxuan realm, and he must be as focused on body refining as Pang Long. .

After experiencing this kind of arena battle, everyone felt that the subsequent battles were a bit boring. Even Mu Qiu had appeared several times, but he had not encountered a genius like Long Wu Qian Wushuang, who was at the third level of the Earth Profound Realm. His strength had never been as good as before. Really show up.

"Let's wait and see tomorrow. Tomorrow Mo Yang should face off against Mu Qiu. Let's see if this guy can still jump!"

"It's hard to say what the outcome will be. Qian Wushuang lost so miserably. Even if Mu Qiu wins in the end, I'm afraid it won't be easy!"

Many cultivators who were watching had no intention of watching the battle and were constantly discussing the possible results of the third round.

That night, when Mo Yang opened the Najie to get the Marrow Cleansing Pill, he discovered that there was a token in the Najie with the word "干" engraved on it.

"Qian... Could this be Qian Zong's token!" Mo Yang was a little frightened. The only possibility was that the Sixth Senior Sister put it in when she snatched his banknote, but he didn't even notice it at the time.

"Sir, I get angry just thinking about it. It's just such a broken token. No soldiers are given. The skills are perfunctory. Although the senior sister is beautiful, she just takes my money. What a waste of the sect..."

After muttering for a moment, Mo Yang took out a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pill and swallowed it in one go. He had taken it too many times, and now it has no effect if he takes less of it.

Then he took out another bottle of Lingyuan Dan and drank it. He planned to try to attack the second profound vein.

When he broke through to the Tianxuan realm, he reopened his Dantian, which caused his Dantian to burst and almost cost him his life.

Half an hour later, Mo Yang finished his work, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and opened the second Xuan Pulse.

Mo Yang felt that he was very relaxed this time. Although there was no special feeling in his body, the true energy was flowing in it, like a small treasure. As he continued to practice in the future, it could breed strength.

"Next is the second level of Tianxuan Realm. The Dao foundation must be stable enough at the beginning of cultivation, so let's suppress it for a while first!" Mo Yang looked at the meridians internally. Originally, he could directly break through to the second level of Tianxuan Realm at this time. However, after hesitating for a moment, he put his thoughts aside.

Since practicing the Star King Sutra, even if he falls asleep late at night, the skills in his body are still running on their own, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding world is seeping into his body all the time. Even if he does not practice deliberately, the true energy in his body will slowly grow.

What puzzled Mo Yang the most was the mysterious mark in his dantian. Every time he made a breakthrough in cultivation, the mark would become clearer, but there had been no other changes, and there were no clues. He kept guessing, could it be? The so-called seal.