Ancient Gods

Although the time was short, it was enough to shock people.

Because, at this time, the whole scene was completely silent!

Except for the mysterious strong men hiding in the dark, among the many onlookers present, Duan Chenxiang was perhaps the only one who guessed that it was the power of space.

Wang Xier, the first prodigy of the Sword Sect, was also standing in the sky dozens of feet away to watch the battle. She witnessed the strange scene just now, and her heart was also shocked, followed by full of confusion.

She knew Duan Chenxiang's cultivation, and also knew how terrifying the power that the prodigy at the peak of the Great Saint Realm could burst out was, but she didn't even touch Mo Yang's robe.

Few people saw it just now, Duan Chenxiang's seemingly random action, but in fact he had used his real strength, not a test.

If that attack was replaced by an ordinary Great Saint Realm cultivator, I'm afraid he would be directly hit hard.

"The power of space... How is this possible? Who are you?" Wang Xier stood in the crowd, stunned for a long time. After hearing Duan Chenxiang's exclamation, she murmured softly. Her eyes were full of doubt and doubt, and she couldn't believe it.

The scene was completely in an uproar at this time. After a short silence, a series of exclamations rang out, and everyone was shocked.

"What is Mo Yang's cultivation level? How could he comprehend such a mysterious power of Taoism?" A cultivator said in surprise.

"It may not be the power of space, perhaps it is some mysterious means. How many people have been involved in the Taoism of space since ancient times!"

"Just now I seemed to sense a mysterious fluctuation, as if this space was affected, and didn't you notice it just now? He was clearly standing there, but at that moment I felt like he was thousands of miles away!"

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Many cultivators were discussing, and they were completely uneasy.

On the street, Mo Yang was still standing there. Duan Chenxiang did not continue to take action. After being shocked, he stared at Mo Yang.

At this time, his heart was also filled with endless doubts. Although his face seemed to have calmed down, there was still a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

Then his face became solemn. Although he didn't say anything, he had already activated his whole body's skills.

Mo Yang glanced at the air, his face was calm, and the strong man hidden in the dark still didn't show up.

"In this case, let's fight!"

After Mo Yang glanced at the air, his eyes fell on Duan Chenxiang again, and then a flash of light flashed in his hand, and he took out the ancient chessboard.

Mo Yang knew that with the power he could mobilize now, it would be difficult to fight Duan Chenxiang. The only way was to use other means.

Seeing Mo Yang take out the ancient chessboard, Duan Chenxiang's eyes gradually narrowed. Before in the Dragon Locking City, Mo Yang fought with him with this mysterious chessboard. In the end, he was inexplicably teleported thousands of miles away, leaving countless laughing stocks.

"This thing is good. Kill you. I want to take a closer look!" Duan Chenxiang said coldly.

As he spoke, a ray of light suddenly shone from his Dantian, as if a crack had opened. He raised his hand and pulled out a dark red long sword from his Dantian, and a murderous intent immediately spread out.

Originally, many of the onlookers were still discussing what had just happened, but now they were shocked and retreated one after another.

The murderous intent emanating from the war sword was extremely terrifying, as if it had a bloodthirsty taste. The moment the war sword was taken out, many cultivators shuddered and felt that the temperature of this space seemed to be dropping sharply.

Mo Yang's face also became solemn, because he knew that this war sword was extraordinary!

Back in the ancient secret realm, he and the Saint of Yaochi had fought a great battle with Duan Chenxiang, and Duan Chenxiang had used this sword at that time. Mo Yang had a deep understanding of the terrifying nature of this war sword.

Not long ago, Mo Yang asked Xu Qing about this sword. Although Xu Qing didn't understand it, he knew something.

Mo Yang still clearly remembered that Xu Qing's face was extremely solemn at that time, and he only said one sentence.

This is a magic sword, a real bloodthirsty weapon, with an evil sword spirit inside!

"I thought it would be easy to kill you, but I didn't expect you to be able to comprehend the power of space. That's good. The stronger you are, the more interesting it is to kill you!"

Duan Chenxiang held the sword in one hand and pointed it at Mo Yang. At this time, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He swept away the solemn look just now, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.

There seemed to be a bloodthirsty light flowing in his eyes, staring at Mo Yang like looking at prey.

Mo Yang's eyes stayed on the sword for a moment, and he didn't say anything. With a thought, a white piece on the ancient chessboard in front of him flew into the air, and lines spread out from the ancient chessboard to the surroundings.

"Boom..."

The void suddenly trembled, and a sword light pierced down from the deep space. Duan Chenxiang didn't even raise his head, and directly raised his fist and punched it hard on his head.

With a loud bang, the fist and the sword light collided violently, and the sword light collapsed instantly.

"Such a terrifying murderous intent, could this be the legendary magic sword!" A cultivator stared at the sword in Duan Chenxiang's hand and exclaimed.

"He actually dared to nourish this sword in his dantian, isn't he afraid of being backlashed by the sword body?" Then other cultivators spoke up, and from the tone of their voices, it can be heard that they were also extremely surprised.

"I didn't expect there would be so many surprises tonight, this battle is worth watching!" There were also cultivators who spoke with gloating, as if they couldn't wait to watch the two people fight.

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"Die!"

Amidst the exclamations, Duan Chenxiang flashed and rushed over with his sword.

At the same time, he raised the sword with both hands and slashed towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang moved both hands, and chess pieces soared into the sky, bursting out with brilliant light, and several sword lights emerged out of thin air and slashed towards Duan Chenxiang.

But the result was terrible. Duan Chenxiang, who was holding the magic sword, had a huge increase in combat power. He slashed with his sword, and the sword lights were shattered in an instant.

And the blood-colored sword light that rushed out from the magic sword was like a rotten wood, as if it was shattering the void and destroying everything, and it suddenly fell on the chessboard formation around Mo Yang.

"Boom boom..."

A series of dull noises spread throughout the imperial city, and the overwhelming waves swept out like a river bursting its banks.

Mo Yang's body trembled suddenly, and a golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although the formation was not directly blasted open, the invisible murderous intent was extremely terrifying and actually penetrated the chessboard formation and landed directly on Mo Yang.

If Mo Yang had not been physically strong, he would have been split in half in an instant under this blow.