Ancient Gods

This world was in a dead silence, without any sound.

There were countless cultivators watching from afar, but at first glance, they all stood still like statues.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, on the sad golden blood light. Mo Yang's body was broken and reshaped one after another, and it was repeated over and over again. It was unknown when and how long it had passed before this terrible cycle finally stopped.

The old man from Taixu Mountain, who had the strongest cultivation, retreated countless times. Until this moment, the horror in his eyes had not completely subsided.

The reason why he reacted so strongly and showed horror was not because he saw that the battle bones that looked like gold were the battle bones of an emperor, but because the appearance of the battle bones before was exactly the same as Mo Yang's.

From ancient times to the present, there are countless emperor-level warriors who have fallen. If Mo Yang gets an emperor-level battle bone by chance, it is not surprising, but the key is that face...

He does not believe that there will be such coincidences in the world, so at this time he is sure that the human genius in front of him must hide a huge secret, and this person's identity is definitely not as simple as a human genius.

Mo Yang stood there with his eyes closed. He could not tell whether the aura on his body was strong or weak, and he could only feel it fluctuating violently.

"Haha, I can't believe it. In this case, I will sacrifice my life to fight with you today!"

In the dead silence, a loud laugh spread across the battlefield, breaking the dead silence here instantly.

The sword master held the sword in his hand and laughed wildly. Then he looked at the two immortal realm ninth-level warriors who wanted to attack him, and said: "Today, in the name of the human sword master, I will kill you here!"

At this moment, a surging fighting spirit rushed up from him, and the sword in his hand seemed to respond to him, buzzing, and the sword body trembled, revealing a peerless sword intent.

"A mere human sword cultivator dares to be so arrogant. Die!" A silver-haired old man surrounded by the Sword Saint roared, waved his hand, and an ancient sword also appeared in his hand. He raised the sword and slashed at the Sword Saint.

The strong man of the ninth level of the Immortal Realm made a move. Not to mention the scene, the aura that suddenly came out was shocking.

For the human cultivators watching from a distance, they had never seen such a strong man make a move. Today was the first time. When the aura spread, some cultivators turned pale.

The Sword Saint stood on the top of the mountain, but his face changed color. He looked at the sword light that was crushing, and then his eyes swept across the sword light and looked at the old man who made the move.

At this time, there seemed to be millions of sword intentions lingering in his eyes. He slowly raised the sword in his hand. He moved very slowly, as if he was lifting up the whole world.

The sword was raised above his head, and the sword light that was slashing was only tens of meters away from him, and then he just slashed it down, without any fancy sword moves or actions, and it seemed that he did not use any powerful sword skills.

It was a very ordinary action, one raising and one slashing...

The sword slashed down, and a ray of sword light rushed out from the sword, breaking through the air, and collided with the sword light that was slashing rapidly five or six meters in front of him.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no terrifying collision that should have the overwhelming waves that dissipated, everything was silent...

The sword light that was slashing seemed to be completely hit in an instant, only the ray of sword light continued to move forward, pointing directly at the old man with the sword.

The old man who made the move was stunned at this time, he thought he had seen it wrong, because he had at least 80% of the power when he slashed the sword just now, but surprisingly...

It was just that he reacted quickly, swung the ancient sword suddenly, and slashed again.

Because the sword was drawn hastily, the power was not fully exerted, only 90%. However, it met the sword light that was cut from dozens of meters away, and then the same scene as before was repeated. The sword light he cut out disappeared instantly...

To be precise, it did not disappear, but was instantly hit and completely wiped out, just like a stream meeting a river head-on.

The old man's face suddenly changed, and his body retreated. He wanted to draw the sword again, but it was too late. The sword light dispersed the two sword lights he cut out, and it seemed that there was no hindrance at all, and it came in the blink of an eye...

The sword light fell on the old man, like a breeze sweeping through the old man, and it seemed that there was no trace left.

Because after the sword light fell on the old man, the sword light dissipated directly, as if it disappeared directly into the old man's body, and the old man stood in place, looking unharmed.

This scene looks as weird as it can be. Judging from the previous scene, the sword of the sword master must be shocking.

Because the two sword lights that the old man chopped out in succession were silently dispersed, but after landing on the old man, they were so calm...

"Hmph, pathetic human ant..."

Although the old man's eyes were still a little frightened, because he had no time to avoid it just now and was hit by the sword light, but at this time he felt that he was fine, and he couldn't help but sneer coldly, but before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

Then the look in his eyes quickly faded, and the powerful aura emanating from his body quickly faded like a tide, and then his body fell straight down and fell directly to the ground.

Dead silence!

The onlookers who had just come back to their senses and were about to start talking were all stunned.

The Sword Saint stood on the top of the mountain, holding the sword in one hand, with a calm expression, but it seemed that there was an indescribable tiredness on his face.

An extremely ordinary sword seemed to have consumed his endless strength.

He didn't say anything, just glanced at Mo Yang, then turned his gaze back to look at the other old man.

The old man was still staring down at the body that was about to fall to the ground.

With his cultivation, he naturally noticed that the old man had fallen, his soul power had completely dissipated, and his life force had been lost in just a few breaths.

As for what happened, he didn't know for a moment, because he was confused at the moment, even if he saw it with his own eyes, it didn't feel real, like an illusion.

Before he could come back to his senses, a bone-piercing chill rose up his spine. He suddenly looked up and found that the Sword Saint was looking at him.

The Sword Saint had a calm expression, the sword had been raised to the top of his head, and he said calmly: "I can still make another sword!"

After that, without waiting for the old man from Taixu Mountain to speak, he held the sword and slashed it down.

The scene was exactly the same as before, simple movements, no fancy sword moves, just like a cultivator who had just learned sword.

Another ray of sword light broke through the air and slashed towards the second old man.

"You lunatic!"

The old man's face changed drastically, and he stared at the sword master and roared.

Then he withdrew without thinking.

Because he knew that he couldn't take this sword, and he already understood the reason. If he fought hard, his end would probably be the same as the old man who just fell.