Hearing Yang Zhiyuan's words, Mo Wangchen frowned slightly.
I didn't expect that the other party was so sharp and discovered me.
"come out!"
Yang Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and drank deeply again, looking in the direction of the grass where Mo Wangchen was hiding.
He had no doubt that he had indeed sensed someone hiding there just now.
Whoosh!
A figure walked out of the grass, and it was Mo Wangchen. He frowned slightly and looked at the two people in front of him.
"Who are you? Why are you hiding here so sneakily?!"
Yang Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and scolded Mo Wangchen. While speaking, his footsteps were also approaching Mo Wangchen.
"I just happen to be here." Mo Wangchen responded.
"Did you hear what we just said?" Yang Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with coldness.
Mo Wangchen frowned, "What do you mean by this? I came here early in the morning, and you passed by and were talking here. Even if I heard you, can you blame me?"
"Brother Yang, I think it's better to forget it. This person doesn't seem to be making excuses." Behind him, the Glazed Goddess spoke.
Yang Zhiyuan shook his head, "The Immortal Sutra and Taoist Patterns, the information must not be leaked, and he cannot be allowed to leave alive."
"You want to kill me?"
Hearing his words, Mo Wangchen also narrowed his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes.
Yang Zhiyuan sneered, and now he was within three steps of Mo Wangchen. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he took action without any explanation.
Buzz!
The hand hidden under the sleeve robe suddenly thrust forward, and waves of sharp black blades emerged, like a devil's claw, pressing towards Mo Wangchen's chest.
Whoosh!
Mo Wangchen stepped back to avoid Yang Zhiyuan's attack. The imperial sword appeared in his hand, and with a cold snort, he slashed it down.
laugh!
The astonishing sword light suddenly rose, making the atmosphere here suddenly become much more depressing. The invisible pressure of the sword filled the air, making one's breath sink.
On the opposite side, Yang Zhiyuan looked shocked. He also felt the extraordinary power of Mo Wangchen's sword. He actually communicated with the general trend and integrated it into the sword, "Sword intention?"
He frowned, and after being surprised, he snorted coldly, and his body suddenly moved to the side, and the sword light passed him by.
Rumble!
Then, Yang Zhiyuan reached out with his big hand, and a big hand of nothingness transformed by black energy smacked towards Mo Wangchen. It contained the charm of the law of formations and formations, which could not be underestimated.
"roll!"
Mo Wangchen shouted deeply, not daring to be careless at all. In his opinion, this person's cultivation level was probably not much weaker than Ye Wudao.
The emperor's sword flew into the air, smashing the oncoming big hand into pieces, and then Mo Wangchen stepped on it with the sole of his foot, and his body rose into the air.
He was condescending and his eyes were cold, "I don't want to kill anyone, so you'd better not force me."
From the previous conversation between Yang Zhiyuan and the Glazed Goddess, Mo Wangchen learned that Yang Zhiyuan was the chief disciple of Tianzhu Peak, one of the seven main peaks of the Taoist Immortal Sect. With such an identity, he must have been trained by the Taoist Immortal Sect.
object.
And he also wants to join the Taoist Immortal Sect. If he conflicts with the opponent at this moment, or even kills him, he will inevitably have some trouble if he wants to join the Taoist Immortal Sect in the future.
"Arrogant!"
Hearing Mo Wangchen's words, Yang Zhiyuan snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain, "How dare you want to kill me?"
After the words fell, his body also rose into the air, the general situation around him rolled, and the fairy light shrouded him. At this moment, the cultivation of the Emperor Realm exploded to the extreme.
Boom!
He stepped out in the air, and the black hand of nothingness appeared again, containing the terrifying charm of Tao, and pressed hard towards Mo Wangchen.
The void trembled, and wherever the big hand passed, the space seemed to be shattered, and bursts of mournful screams were emitted.
"Since you are seeking death, you can't blame me."
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and immediately stopped holding back. His cultivation at the seventh level of the Saint Realm reached its peak.
The Emperor Realm fell in the air, fused with the true art of fighting, and introduced the law of life and death into it. In the blink of an eye, the giant hand of nothingness was cut in half.
Whoosh!
The big hand exploded, turning into a terrifying storm that swept around and overturned all the towering ancient trees in the forest below.
"Seventh level of the Holy Realm?"
Yang Zhiyuan frowned slightly, and he also saw the level of Mo Wangchen's cultivation, but it was precisely because of this that he was surprised in his heart.
In that blow just now, I used at least 60% of my strength. Even a first-level Emperor Realm character would have difficulty taking it, but I didn't expect that Mo Wangchen would neutralize it so easily.
"who is he……"
Below the ground, the Glazed Goddess also had a look of surprise on her face, her eyes were like a torch, looking at Mo Wangchen who was holding a sword in mid-air.
Buzz buzz!
At the same time, Don't Forget the Dust Emperor Realm tapped the void, and ripples rippled out, like ripples on the water.
The next moment, an invisible force rolled around him, his clothes rustled, and the sword light flashed across the sky, like raindrops, pressing towards where Yang Zhiyuan was.
Facing Mo Wangchen's attack, Yang Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly, and then he snorted coldly, flew back, and struck with two palms. In an instant, his ethereal hand destroyed the sword light in the sky and dissipated it.
Whoosh!
However, just when Yang Zhiyuan was about to launch a counterattack, his expression suddenly changed, because at some point, Mo Wangchen came to his side, with the Emperor Realm slash in his hand, and an astonishing half-moon light flashed across the void.
"What a speed!"
Yang Zhiyuan was surprised and frowned. He didn't even see how Mo Wangchen approached just now.
At this moment, when he saw the opponent slashing at him with a sword, the spiritual power in his body was activated to the extreme, and the divine light around his body was bright. In the blink of an eye, an illusory and ancient golden bell manifested, guarding him inside.
Boom!
The imperial sword struck the golden bell, and the loud sound echoed in all directions. Mo Wangchen only felt his arms numb slightly, but he did not expect that the defensive power of this bell was so amazing.
"You can't even break my defense, how can you kill me?"
Yang Zhiyuan looked at Mo Wangchen with disdain and sneered.
"snort!"
But all they saw was that Mo Wangchen put away the Emperor's Sword, flew back, and reached a higher place in the sky.
Buzz!
The void fluctuated slightly, the divine rainbow flew across his body, and a huge golden tripod appeared, carrying the power of a mountain, and smashed down hard.
Boom!
An earth-shattering collision broke out, and a small hill not far away was affected by the collision. The entire hill was trampled down, and in the sky, under the cauldron of Mo Wangchen, the illusory ancient clock around Yang Zhiyuan was seen.
Exploded suddenly.
His body was blown away by a terrifying force, and he vomited blood on the spot, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
"So strong, with such fighting prowess, why haven't I seen him before?"
On the ground below, the Glazed Goddess frowned, her eyes fixed on Mo Wangchen.
Looking at the entire Northern Immortal Territory, she knew almost all the young masters, but she had never met Mo Wangchen.
"The seventh level of the Saint Realm can defeat the strong ones of the Emperor Realm..."
"Could it be the person who fought with Ye Wudao in Yincheng not long ago?!"
Goddess Liuli exclaimed, thinking of this possibility.