The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang and Duan Chenxiang had several confrontations in the wilderness. In the past, he had used the ancient chessboard, but this time, Mo Yang really relied on his own skills to fight Duan Chenxiang head-on.

Although what happened to Mo Yang today is shocking, everyone knows that Duan Chenxiang's cultivation has reached the peak of the Great Saint Realm. There is a difference of six realms between the two. In such a head-on confrontation, Mo Yang cannot gain the upper hand no matter what. That's right.

But no one could have imagined that it would be such a scene.

Duan Chenxiang took action twice, and although he blocked Emperor Wen, his body was still knocked away.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Duan Chenxiang's body was knocked out and flew dozens of feet before he stabilized.

However, what shocked everyone was still behind. After he stabilized his body, everyone saw the terrible wounds on his chest. They could clearly see the white bones, which were torn apart by the most powerful force. The clothes around him were stained red with blood within a few breaths.

Among the many cultivators who rushed out of the imperial city, no one remained pale after seeing this scene. Many even felt that they had been dazzled and immediately reached out to rub their eyes.

"What kind of skill is this? How can it be so terrifying!" Zhou Chen, who retreated to the back, murmured with a look of horror on his face.

Duan Chenxiang's cultivation level was six realms higher than Mo Yang's, yet he was defeated in a head-on confrontation?

If you don't see this kind of thing with your own eyes, who will believe it if you tell it.

"This person's methods are weird. We shouldn't be here today!" He looked at the other young man and said.

At this time, both of them felt a little unhappy, feeling as if they had been deceived by Duan Chenxiang. Mo Yang's cultivation as promised was completely lost, but when they came here, what they saw was even more terrifying than the rumors said.

With a swipe of his hand, it seemed like a casual blow, and it actually knocked Duan Chenxiang away, and his body was torn apart. If it were the two of them, they didn't dare to imagine the result. They were afraid that their bodies would be crushed instantly.

But Mo Yang didn't stop there. He took one step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Duan Chenxiang.

Mo Yang did not repeat the previous method, but directly punched Duan Chenxiang.

Mo Yang, Xu Qing and others went to a strong man's dojo before and got several volumes of skills from it. This boxing technique was obtained from it. Although Mo Yang has not fully understood it so far, but after understanding it again and again, Mo Yang found that this boxing technique was indeed unique.

It seems to be a simple punch, but in fact it has the charm of returning to nature. It condenses the whole body's power into one point and bursts out instantly. In the Great Sage Realm, almost no one can stop it.

"boom……"

Duan Chenxiang's face was full of ferocity, and he fiercely clenched his fists to meet him. A muffled sound was heard, and the two of them flew out together.

Just two attacks completely shocked everyone, because judging from the scene in front of them, Mo Yang and Duan Chenxiang seemed to be evenly matched, and Duan Chenxiang even fell slightly behind, after all, he was injured.

"Even if he is physically strong, his speed is so terrifying. Doesn't it mean that he has been relying on that ancient chessboard to fight?" The cultivators who were watching were extremely puzzled and asked, but no one could respond to him at all.

"How many tricks does this guy hide? He has never used his true energy in the past. Today is a good thing. The chessboard is no longer used, but it is even more powerful!"

"Haven't you heard that Mo Yang seems to be really not simple? Many cultivators say that the blood flowing in his body is the blood of the ancient gods. I saw him injured before and the blood turned golden. I thought it was caused by the skills he practiced. Sincerely!"

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Many cultivators are discussing. Some people mentioned Mo Yang's identity again, and some people speculated on his true strength...

In the carved attic of the Imperial City, the two old men silently looked at the battlefield outside the city. Both of them were calm at first, but when they saw Mo Yang raising his hand to write the imperial inscription, they both became uneasy.

The old monster immediately frowned, while another old man immediately reached out and rubbed his eyes.

"Emperor's text...Old monster, this is Emperor's text, right?"

The old monster frowned and said with some sigh: "As expected of his disciple, this little guy is a monster!"

"With such a level of cultivation, he actually understands the Emperor's text and is so proficient... Tsk, tsk, maybe this wilderness is going to change..."

The old man sighed and then said: "The genius of the Duan family has been waiting here for several days. He is really going to make a mistake. It seems that whether he can leave alive today is unknown."

The old monster didn't say much. There was a radiance in his eyes, and he stared at the battlefield silently, extremely focused.

On a hilltop more than ten miles outside the Imperial City, no one noticed that there was another person watching the battle. Although he was nearly ten miles away, he could see everything on the battlefield clearly.

This person is naturally a drunkard. He has been secretly following him all the way. The changes that happened to Mo Yang made him feel a little unreal.

"What a good boy, you actually managed to hide it from my eyes..." The breeze blew by, and his hair was flying in the wind. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He seemed not to intend to continue looking. Not long after he stayed, he Turn around and walk away step by step.

On the battlefield, two figures were flashing at extremely fast speeds. Duan Chenxiang completely put away his contemptuous thoughts and attacked with all his strength, not daring to hide at all.

And Mo Yang's figure is erratic, and now the calligraphy scroll is becoming more and more magical in his hands. The figure shuttles in the fields of sword light, disillusioning step by step, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

Although his cultivation level had recovered, Mo Yang didn't see the most powerful techniques being thrown out at once. Except for the imperial inscription at the beginning, the other methods seemed to be very ordinary, and it looked more like he was sharpening himself.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the battle between the two was still very fierce, causing bursts of exclamations from time to time.

After the last fight in the Imperial City, Duan Chenxiang was very careful this time and kept a distance from Mo Yang. He also directly sent out a burst of true energy to cover himself. Obviously, he was worried that Mo Yang would repeat his old tricks and drug him again.

As time passed, the two fought for more than a hundred rounds. It seemed that the two were evenly matched, and neither one could do anything to the other.

Mo Yang relied on the extremely fast speed of Xingzi Scroll to avoid Duan Chenxiang's several terrifying attacks. Duan Chenxiang began to restrain himself. Mo Yang's body skills were too magical. If he kept using the most powerful methods, it wouldn't take long for him to do so. Will be exhausted.

So he was also looking for an opportunity to use thunderous means to kill Mo Yang.

In mid-air, terrifying collision sounds were heard from time to time, and many cultivators were directly forced to retreat again and again by the spreading air waves.

I don't know when, a dark crowd gathered outside the city, and a figure in white appeared in the crowd.