The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang stood in front of the attic window on the second floor, looking calmly at the four Xuantian Holy Land disciples outside. These people were all extremely ordinary disciples, and they probably didn't have any treasures on them. It seemed like they couldn't trap anything. .\\nCOM

As he watched, a look of disgust appeared on Mo Yang's face unconsciously.

The four people outside the attic looked at the change in expression on Mo Yang's face. They were a little confused at first, and then their faces turned green.

"Boy, what are you looking at?" A disciple at the seventh level of Tianxuan Realm said angrily.

"Look at you, what are you doing?"

Mo Yang had a smile on his face and looked harmless, but his expression was completely inconsistent with the words in his mouth.

"Damn it, you dare to talk back, hey, boy, look at it!" The man was stunned. Mo Yang looked a few years younger than them, and they overheard that this guy was not a disciple of Xuantian Holy Land, but a disciple of Xuantian Holy Land. From a small sect in the western part of the mainland.

Because since Mo Yang and Yu Yao walked side by side to the library a few days ago, many disciples have seen them on the way. Because they all know that the saint has a cold temperament and rarely shows up in normal times, so no one dares to go up and say hello. .

However, some information about Mo Yang finally spread, and many disciples were talking privately about this guy who came from a small and unpopular sect in the west of the mainland, but could make alchemy.

Mo Yang was amused, looking at these guys in front of him, he didn't panic at all for cultivators whose cultivation levels were not much different from his own.

After all, he now knows that the Star Emperor Sutra he practiced is the inheritance of the imperial method, and its power is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary techniques.

Before several people could rush into the attic, Mo Yang jumped from the window and landed outside.

Naturally, these four people were unable to detect Mo Yang's cultivation level. They only knew that he came from an unpopular sect in the western part of the continent, so they naturally thought that he was weak.

"Boy, how dare you, a disciple of a low-ranking small sect, to talk to me like this? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't even know why the flowers are so red!"

As soon as Mo Yang landed on the ground, the man who had just spoken rushed up, raised his hand and punched Mo Yang in the face.

Mo Yang turned slightly to avoid it, and at the same time said with a faint smile: "Brother, your punching speed is too slow. Don't you think it is embarrassing to practice in Xuantian Holy Land!"

After Mo Yang finished speaking, before the man could stop his hand, he slapped him with his backhand, and with a crisp sound, the man's body was slapped away.

His body fell more than ten meters away, and one side of his face swelled rapidly. At the same time, a blood-red fingerprint appeared visible to the naked eye, which showed how powerful the slap was. However, the person did not seem to realize what happened for a moment. What.

He actually looked up blankly at the three companions beside him, then looked at Mo Yang, then hurriedly reached out to cover his face, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Do you know why it's so red now?" Mo Yang stood there and asked with a smile.

At this time, the other three disciples also looked slightly stunned. They obviously did not expect such a thing to happen.

"Hmph, let's go together, it's his turn!" The leader snorted coldly after regaining consciousness, and then took action immediately.

The smile on Mo Yang's face faded and he couldn't help but frown slightly, then his face turned cold and he said: "It's your turn, sister, I don't like men!"

The four disciples from Xuantian Holy Land rushed forward one after another, and Mo Yang also rushed over directly. He turned the script scroll, and his figure passed through the four people like a stream of light. There were several soft sounds in succession, and the four people all looked towards the four directions. They flew out in one direction and then fell to the ground one after another.

After all, these are four people, and Mo Yang doesn't want to fight head-on. Although he doesn't panic, in his opinion, no matter what opponent he encounters, if he can solve it with one punch, he will never throw a second punch. What he needs is to use the simplest punch. Effortlessly knock down your opponent.

Of course, a slap will do.

The Xingzi Scroll can be said to be extremely fast. As Mo Yang practices and comprehends more and more, he becomes more and more proficient in the use of this movement technique. It is impossible for these four people to react.

When several people reacted, a five-finger mark was printed on each person's face. Both cheeks of the person who started the attack were swollen. The two blood-red five-finger marks were extremely symmetrical.

"Tsk tsk, Xuantian Holy Land is a very powerful force after all. How can there be such poor disciples like you? In such a spiritual treasure land, even a toad can become a spirit after staying for a long time. What's going on with you guys? Not even as good as a toad?" Mo Yang stood a few meters away and glanced at the four people with a look of disgust and a bit of confusion.

"Damn ants, who are you calling a toad?" The young man who was leading the group at the eighth level of the Sky Profound Realm covered his face with one hand and pointed at Mo Yang angrily with the other.

"No, no, no, you heard wrong. I meant that you are worse than a toad. I didn't say that you are a toad!" Mo Yang shook his head solemnly, speaking very seriously, and the smile on his face was very kind.

"you wanna die!"

The man shouted angrily, flipped his palm, took out the long sword from Najie, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, he ducked and stabbed Mo Yang.

The true energy flowing on the edge of the sword could not help but speed up a bit.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, and activated the residual technique silently. A sword energy emerged from his palm, and he slashed it directly like a knife.

"Qiang...!"

There was a harsh metal trembling sound, and the man was shaken back. The long sword in his hand trembled so much that he almost dropped it.

But Mo Yang stood there, staring at the sword in the man's hand in surprise, and said with surprise: "Hey, this sword is not damaged at all. It seems to be a treasure. This thing is destined to me, I like it!"

The young man's face had already changed, but after just one blow, a gash was opened in his mouth. His arms were numb, and it took several efforts to hold the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, he was horrified. How could Mo Yang's power be so terrifying? Moreover, Mo Yang didn't use a weapon. He raised his hand to condense a sword energy and dared to fight him. Even if he was fast, his strength was so terrifying. .

Could it be that this guy has reached the master level?

How could a disciple from a remote small sect have a higher cultivation level than him!

"What kind of cultivation level do you have?" His hand holding the sword kept shaking, and the sword was already unsteady, and he looked at Mo Yang in surprise.

"Cultivation? What is it?" Mo Yang frowned.

The young man was so angry that he turned pale and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Yang was obviously teasing him.

Not too hurtful, just too damn insulting.

At this time, the other three people also felt guilty and did not dare to take action rashly. This Mo Yang did not seem to be a soft persimmon, but a hard nut that they could not chew with their teeth.

"I'm surprised. You can't even see through my cultivation. Who gave you the courage to come to trouble me? Where did you get the confidence?" Mo Yang frowned and stepped forward, but his eyes were always staring at that person. The sword in the young man's hand.

Although the young man's face was full of anger, his eyes also showed some vigilance. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and hurriedly put the long sword behind him.

"Good boy, come on, take out the sword and let me see it, don't be afraid!" A warm smile appeared on Mo Yang's face again, and his words were like treating a child.

"brush!"

The young man was extremely angry. When he saw Mo Yang coming in front of him, he suddenly took action and used his full energy to swing his sword towards Mo Yang.

The other three people also rushed towards Mo Yang very quickly at this time, and they all took out their weapons and slashed at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was on guard for a long time, leaving only an afterimage on the spot. Unknown to him, the real body had arrived behind the leading young man. He directly pinched the wrist holding the sword and twisted it hard, followed by a howling sound like a ghost. The cry, and the sound of broken bones clearly reached the ears of several people.

"Bring it here, you are so naughty, I have to do it myself!"

Mo Yang took the long sword into his hand and then retreated in a flash.

More than ten meters away, he stared at the long sword in his hand and flicked it a few times on the gleaming sword. Listening to the long echo, he looked up at the young man and said with a smile: "It's really good. Much better than what I used before, thank you!"