Ancient Gods

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

Although the change that happened to Mo Yang today was shocking, everyone knew that Duan Chenxiang's cultivation had reached the peak of the Great Saint Realm. The two of them were six realms apart. In such a head-on confrontation, Mo Yang could not have the upper hand no matter what.

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

Duan Chenxiang attacked twice, and although he blocked the emperor's text, his body was still blown away.

Amid exclamations, Duan Chenxiang's body was blown away and flew dozens of feet before he stabilized.

However, what shocked everyone was still to come. 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 strongest power. The clothes around him were stained red with blood in a few breaths.

Many cultivators who rushed out of the Imperial City saw this scene and everyone was pale. Many people even thought they were 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, was horrified and murmured.

What kind of cultivation is Duan Chenxiang? He is six realms higher than Mo Yang, but he can't defeat him in a head-on confrontation?

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

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

At this time, the two of them felt a little unhappy. They felt like they were deceived by Duan Chenxiang. It was said that Mo Yang's cultivation was lost, but when they came here, they saw something more terrifying than the rumors.

He raised his hand and slashed it, as if it was a casual blow, but he actually sent Duan Chenxiang flying directly, and his fighting body was directly torn apart. If it were the two of them, they dared not imagine the result, and they were afraid that their bodies would be crushed in an instant.

But Mo Yang did not stop there. He took a step forward and his figure disappeared there in an instant. The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Duan Chenxiang.

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

Mo Yang and Xu Qing and others had been to a strong dojo before, and got several volumes of skills from it. This boxing method was obtained from it. Although Mo Yang has not fully understood it so far, he has comprehended it again and again, and Mo Yang found that this boxing method is indeed unique.

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

"Boom..."

Duan Chenxiang's face was ferocious, and he clenched his fists to meet it. A muffled sound came out, and the two flew out together.

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

"It's OK that his body is strong, but his speed is so terrifying. Didn't they say that he always relied on the ancient chessboard to fight?" A cultivator who was watching was very puzzled and asked, but no one could respond to him.

"How many tricks does this guy have hidden? He never used his true energy in the past, but today, he didn't use the chessboard, but he became even more powerful!"

"Haven't you heard that Mo Yang seems to be really not simple? Many cultivators said that he has the blood of the ancient gods flowing in his body. When I saw him injured before, his blood was golden. I thought it was due to the practice he practiced!"

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

In the carved attic of the Imperial City, two old men silently watched the battlefield outside the city. Originally, the two old men were still very calm, but when they saw Mo Yang raised his hand to write the imperial text, they both became uneasy.

The old monster frowned immediately, and the other old man immediately reached out to rub 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 cultivation level, he actually comprehended Emperor's text, and is so proficient... Tsk tsk, is it possible that the 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, and it is really a miscalculation. It seems that it is unknown whether he can leave alive today."

The old monster did not say much, with a divine light flowing in his eyes, staring at the battlefield silently, extremely focused.

And on a hill more than ten miles outside the imperial city, no one noticed that there was another person watching the battle here. Although he was nearly ten miles away, he could see everything on the battlefield clearly.

This person was naturally a drunkard. He followed secretly along the way. The changes that happened to Mo Yang made him feel a little unreal.

"Good boy, you actually hid it from my eyes..." The breeze blew by, his hair fluttered in the wind, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He seemed not to intend to continue watching. After staying for a while, he turned around and walked away step by step.

On the battlefield, two figures flashed at a very fast speed. Duan Chenxiang completely put away his contemptuous thoughts and fought with all his strength, not daring to hide anything.

And Mo Yang's figure was erratic. Now the Xingzi Scroll in his hands became more and more magical. His figure shuttled through the sword lights, and it was illusory with every step, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Although his cultivation was restored, Mo Yang did not throw out all those powerful skills at once. Except for the first imperial text, the other methods seemed very ordinary, and it seemed more like he was honing himself.

However, in the eyes of the crowd, 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. He had been deliberately keeping a distance from Mo Yang, and directly sent out a stream of true energy to cover himself. Obviously, he was worried that Mo Yang would repeat the same trick 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 could do anything to the other.

After Mo Yang relied on the extreme speed of the Xingzi Scroll to avoid several terrifying attacks from Duan Chenxiang, Duan Chenxiang began to restrain himself. Mo Yang's body movements were too magical. If he continued to use the strongest means, he would be exhausted in a short time.

So he was also looking for an opportunity to launch a thunder method to kill Mo Yang.

In the 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, but outside the city there was a huge crowd of people gathered, and a figure in white appeared in the crowd.