The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang practiced in the Star Emperor Tower for a whole night. Although he never fell asleep, he was not sleepy at all, but was full of energy.

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Today is the last day of the martial arts event, and it is also known as the most exciting round of competition, because the strongest disciples of each sect will take action.

After the first two rounds of competition, what many onlookers wanted to see most was Mo Yang and Mu Qiu fighting in the ring. Everyone wanted to know who would win in the end.

Because before this, Mu Qiu had been deliberately hiding his strength. Every time he fought, he could only barely defeat his opponent. His true strength had not yet been exposed, but judging from his performance, it seemed that he had already entered the Tianxuan realm.

The same was true for Mo Yang. Even Qian Wushuang was knocked off the ring by his two punches. He had no strength left to display. Anyone who faced him was full of grievances, but there was nothing he could do.

"Winning or losing depends on today, Junior Brother Mo, everything depends on you!" When she came to the seating area, Xu Xin spoke to Mo Yang seriously.

"Brother Mo Yang is the most powerful!" Su Feier had already started to flatter her, and now she was talking about Brother Mo Yang, her face was not red and her heart was not beating, and she was becoming more and more fluent.

"Uh... don't look at me like that, I'm so awesome!" Mo Yang was speechless, especially looking at Sophie's admiring eyes, he felt a little panicked.

“Brother Mo Yang is awesome everywhere!”

Sophie's words made Xu Xin completely speechless. Sophie, this little girl, seemed to be completely lost. Now as long as it is about Mo Yang, it is good. Whatever Mo Yang says is right.

The third elder also spoke to Mo Yang: "Mo Yang, how confident do you feel?"

Everyone knew that he was referring to Mu Qiu who met Yuqing Sect. The other disciples immediately looked at Mo Yang. After all, only Mo Yang knew best how much strength Mo Yang had.

Mo Yang said with an indifferent expression: "No matter how certain you are, it's all a matter of one punch. It's a small scene, don't panic!"

The third elder was speechless. He felt that Mo Yang was too crazy. According to Mu Qiu's previous performance, he should have reached the Sky Profound Realm. The combat power of the Sky Profound Realm and the Earth Profound Realm were not even slightly different.

At this time, only Su Feier was convinced, and the other disciples kept silent with a tacit understanding.

The third round of the competition is somewhat similar to the first round, except that each sect can only select up to five people to play in the third round, and the strongest people from each sect will play.

And in order to preserve power, the winner will be decided in the shortest possible time in almost every game.

The first match was the duel between Qian Wushuang and Pang Long. Although everyone knew the result, when Pang Long lost, many cultivators couldn't help but laugh. Pang Long was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He seemed to have no energy at this event. Better than a few games.

In the following games, Xuanzong also lost one after another, causing the onlookers to talk a lot.

There is no doubt that Xuanzong is at the bottom.

"Tsk tsk, one year is Hedong, and the other is Hexi. Don't bully Lingxu Sect's weakness. Even Yuqing Sect may not be able to win the first prize this year!" Many cultivators couldn't help but sigh.

"Pang Long deserves it. Last year Xu Xin of the Lingxu Sect almost had his dress ripped off. This year the retribution is coming!"

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"It's time for our Lingxu Sect, why don't I go up and fight first!" Qi Heng looked at Mo Yang with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Forget it, I'll go, maybe just like before, I can win without even having to fight!" Mo Yang pondered slightly and stood up from his seat.

When they saw Mo Yang getting up, the four cultivators watching immediately started talking.

"Looking at his posture, does he want to fight five games all by himself?"

"It's hard to say, didn't Mu Qiu fight five games alone last year..."

The first match was against the disciples of Xuanzong. The elders of Xuanzong were all black-faced. If the disciples of Xuanzong were knocked off the ring by Mo Yang's punch again, it would really disgrace Xuanzong.

"We, Xuanzong, admit defeat!" Before the disciple could speak, Xuanzong's leader spoke first.

Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of Xuanzong, and said, "Isn't it just a matter of coming up and getting punched? Maybe it can help you open up the two channels of Ren and Du. It's really boring!"

The elder's face was ashen and he felt like vomiting blood.

Even the veteran cultivators who presided over the arena battle were speechless for a while. They felt that Mo Yang was a little weird. Not only did his behavior differ from that of normal people, but his speech was also a bit nondescript.

The next sect to fight was Longchi Pavilion. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Long Wu slowly walked out of his seat.

In Longchi Pavilion, Long Wu and Qian Wushuang are both genius-level disciples. In addition to her outstanding cultivation talent, she is also known as the most beautiful woman in Longchi Pavilion, with both true appearance and strength.

Mo Yang silently watched Long Wu stepping onto the ring step by step, and couldn't help but say: "You and Qian Wushuang have the same cultivation level, aren't you afraid of the same ending as him?"

"I'm a kind-hearted person by nature, and I can't do anything to women. Sister, why don't you just admit defeat!"

After Long Wu walked onto the ring, he silently looked at Mo Yang for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "It's rare to meet an opponent like Brother Mo. Even if you lose in the end, it's worth it!"

"Then do you want two punches or one punch?" Mo Yang asked.

Long Wu's face immediately became a little ugly. They were all talented people. Who dared to talk to them like this in the past? The key point was that she heard Qian Wushuang say that Mo Yang, a freak, was extremely powerful and physically very strong.

"It's a rare competition, why don't Brother Mo use other methods? Many spectators have come from thousands of miles away, so Brother Mo shouldn't spoil everyone's interest, right?"

After Long Wu's color changed slightly, a smile appeared again.

At this time, everyone below the ring also spoke in agreement.

Mo Yang was a little speechless and said: "It seems that you don't like soft things and like hard things, so fine, I will do as you wish!"

Long Wu frowned slightly, why did this guy speak so differently? It didn't sound like serious words.

After speaking, Mo Yang raised his hand, and a ray of sword energy condensed from his fingertips, and at this time, the aura of his cultivation also filled the air.

Long Wu's expression changed immediately.

She didn't expect that Mo Yang had actually reached the peak of the first level of the Tianxuan Realm, and the fluctuation was very strange, as if he could reach the second level of the Tianxuan Realm at any time.

On the Yuqing Sect side, Mu Qiu couldn't help but change his color.

In his guess, Mo Yang's cultivation level is at the early stage of the first level of Tianxuan Realm, and it is impossible to be stronger than him. Mo Yang may have practiced some body training techniques, so he has such terrifying power, but now even he It's not peaceful at all.

Long Wu hadn't recovered from the shock. She only saw an afterimage flash past. The next moment, a bone-chilling chill came from her neck. When she recovered, a sword energy was already lying across her body. On her white neck, her body froze and she didn't dare to move.

"Is this hard enough?" Mo Yang's voice rang in her ears.

"I lost!" After a moment of silence, she said helplessly. She didn't even see Mo Yang's movements clearly, so there was no point in continuing.

Mo Yang smiled, backed away in a flash, and said, "I wish I had done this earlier!"