The Evil Lord of All Realms

Duan Chenxiang himself did not expect that Mo Yang's physical strength would become so strong.

However, although he was blown away, even though he felt the blood surge in his body, he was not injured at all.

Not only that, Mo Yang's punch also instantly inspired his murderous intent. After he stabilized his body, his aura surged, his hair danced wildly, and he suddenly swung the magic sword and slashed at Mo Yang through the air.

Mo Yang activated the Xing Zi Scroll and dodged in mid-air at high speed. Because of this level of attack, Mo Yang did not dare to touch it head-on. Although his body was strong, he could not withstand it.

"Let me see how long you can hide, I will make your soul disappear tonight!"

Duan Chenxiang roared angrily, his eyes blood red with two rays of bloodthirsty light.

Looking at the furious Duan Chenxiang, Mo Yang said calmly: "If you use this magic sword again, you will go crazy within ten moves!"

The cultivators who were watching from a distance were talking a lot. Although this demon sword had a great reputation and was rumored to be a bloodthirsty weapon, Mo Yang's words left everyone confused.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, Wang Xi'er and Shi Xiaotian, who were standing in the crowd, immediately frowned and couldn't figure out why Mo Yang said this.

Because they couldn't see the slightest clue at all.

First of all, they don't know anything about this magic sword at all and have only heard some related rumors. Secondly, don't tell them about this kind of thing. Even those old antiques may not be able to predict it.

Wang Xi'er frowned and stared at Mo Yang with puzzled eyes.

She had naturally seen that Mo Yang was seriously injured, but at this moment, Mo Yang still looked calm, without any trace of panic, and without any intention of retreating.

You must know that facing Duan Chenxiang now, if Mo Yang doesn't have any trump card that can turn the tide of the battle, defeat will only be a matter of time.

Shi Xiaotian stood silently in the crowd, his face unchanged, just watching the battle silently.

"Hehe, then open your eyes wide and see if you die first or I become possessed first!" Duan Chenxiang sneered at the corner of his mouth, and after speaking, he directly activated all his skills and slashed towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. He just said it on purpose because he was waiting for the right moment to use his magic to get drunk. His words just now were deliberately arousing suspicion in order to cover up people's ears.

In this situation, the only person Mo Yang can turn the tide of the battle is Shen Mo Zui.

Although he could directly activate the teleportation array on the ancient chessboard and leave, he didn't want to leave just like that.

Mo Yang also wanted to see the reaction of those dormant strong men in the imperial city.

Then the battle in the night sky became a bit dull. Although every blow Duan Chenxiang made was frightening, Mo Yang had no intention of fighting him and kept ducking away.

"What exactly does he want to do? Is it possible that he really wants to wait for Duan Chenxiang to go crazy?" Some cultivators were extremely puzzled.

"Maybe he knows the secrets of that magic sword. Otherwise, even if he can avoid it for a while, he can't avoid every blow with certainty. This technique is so magical that it probably consumes a lot of money on him. He is now seriously injured. , I can’t hold on for long!”

"It's hard to say. This person can't only have that ancient chessboard, but he hasn't used other methods yet. You can see that he looks calm and has no fear at all. It's hard to say who will lose and who will win!"

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Many cultivators couldn't help but talk, and even some old cultivators were frowning and speculating on Mo Yang's true intentions.

In the night sky, the two old men stood side by side. They had been standing here since Duan Chenxiang started, but no one said anything during the whole process.

It was only then that one of the old men with white beard and hair frowned and said to himself: "What on earth does he want to do?"

The old man was obviously also wondering about what Mo Yang said just now, because he also felt clueless. Although the magic sword can affect people's minds, who can count how many times it will become a demon?

Not to mention Mo Yang, even those great emperors who shocked the past and the present may not be able to count.

"Old monster, after watching for so long, what can you tell?" The old man then looked at the old man beside him and asked.

"He didn't hide his cultivation on purpose. Even I didn't expect that his cultivation was so weak!" The old monster said, his tone was very calm, but he could tell that he was also puzzled.

Because this situation is undoubtedly extremely contradictory when it occurs to Mo Yang.

"What can you see about the ancient chessboard?" the old man asked again.

The old monster frowned and said, "It's a treasure, very extraordinary. Maybe it's an imperial weapon, but I can't feel the imperial power!"

"This person is not simple, his bloodline is extraordinary, and there is a treasure hidden in his dantian. I just tried to sense it, and the wisp of spiritual thought collapsed directly. I won't know what it is until I try it!"

Hearing these words of the old monster, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man on the side, and he said: "No wonder, I thought I had an illusion. I have secretly investigated before, and the result is the same as you said!"

The old man continued: "Old monster, you don't really want to try it, do you?"

The old monster did not speak, but looked at Mo Yang silently, as if he wanted to continue observing.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Chenxiang had already struck eight times. The aura flowing there was extremely terrifying. The cultivators watching were forced to retreat several times, and no one dared to approach.

Although Mo Yang kept urging the Xingzi Scroll to avoid it, the attack was too terrifying. The aftermath fell on him twice, leaving two shocking wounds directly on his chest.

"The last two moves!"

Mo Yang's face was extremely pale, and he stretched out two fingers towards the furious Duan Chenxiang.

Then with the rolling air waves, Mo Yang had quietly scattered the powder made by the drunken gods and demons.

Although Shen Mo Zui had a strange fragrance, the crowd was too far apart, and the aura circulating here was too terrifying, so no one onlookers noticed it at all.

Duan Chenxiang was extremely angry as he was dodged by Mo Yang one after another, and the magic sword had indeed affected his mind, so he naturally didn't notice anything unusual.

At this time, he saw Mo Yang stretching out two fingers, which made him furious. He suddenly dodged and rushed towards him. He wildly swung his sword and slashed horizontally and vertically at Mo Yang. In the blink of an eye, he struck out nearly ten terrifying streaks of blood. Sword light.

Mo Yang's face changed slightly, and he used the little energy left in his body to run the Xingzi Scroll with all his strength, but there were still two sword lights that he did not avoid, almost splitting his body.

One of the sword lights slashed diagonally on his chest, leaving a terrifying wound from his shoulder to his waist. Even though he was physically strong, even his bones were cut off directly by the sword light.

Mo Yang took out a piece of elixir and drank it directly, and then the terrifying power retreated for dozens of distances.

But at this moment, Duan Chenxiang, who had originally rushed up, suddenly stopped, and the blood and violence in his eyes became more and more intense. Then, as if he was unconscious, he slashed directly at the crowd of people watching in the distance.