Lin Xiao looked at Mo Yang, he was slender and tall, wearing a black suit, with black hair, but those special silver eyes, silver pupils that were more indifferent than black.

"You have just stepped into the Spiritual Silence Period, even if you are extremely talented, but in front of me at the peak of the Spiritual Silence Period, you are like an ant, and I don't even need to use mana to kill you. Lei Zhenyun sent you to fight, either because he didn't want to see you, or because his head was gnawed by insects. The more Mo Yang spoke, the more proud he became, and he actually laughed.

"Insult me, or live, insult my teacher, Fake squid!" Lin Xiao was furious. "You seem to be very dissatisfied, but the early stage of spiritual silence is just a cultivation, it may be very rare outside, but in the Huashan faction, it is a big handful, I'll take a look, what are you dissatisfied with?" Although Mo Yang didn't understand what Fake Squid meant, although he also knew that it was definitely not a good word, he would never be angry. Past experience taught Mo Yang that people inevitably make mistakes when they are angry, and he successfully provoked Lin Xiao, but he made the mistake of empiricism, ignoring that anger is also a power.

"Fake!" the Tiger-headed Ink Scale Knife came out angrily. Mo Yang was at the peak of his cultivation during the Spiritual Silence Period, and he actually saw the strange trajectory of the Tiger Head Ink Scale Knife that appeared in front of him out of thin air, and the knife swept his cheeks painfully, and he subconsciously touched his cheeks, with blood in one hand, and hurriedly covered the wound with his hands, lest Lin Xiao take the opportunity to dissipate his true yuan. Lin Xiao can take advantage of the opponent's bleeding to dissipate the opponent's true yuan, and his ability is already well known in Han Bufei's camp.

"Isn't your skin as thick as you imagined?" Lin Xiao looked at Mo Yang with interest, his expression was dark, and he said sharply: "I think you have a few hands to cover your wounds?" "Idiot, don't you know that the body of a cultivator in the Spiritual Silence Period can heal instantly?" Mo Yang's self-healing ability at the peak of the Spiritual Silence Period was really strong, and the wound on his cheek healed instantly.

"One knife and thirteen slashes!" A strange smile suddenly appeared in Lin Xiao's eyes, and the tiger head ink scale knife in his palm slashed out again. Mo Yang's pupils contracted, and an illusion suddenly appeared in his eyes. Lin Xiao obviously only had one sword, but in his eyes, it was definitely not the thirteen swords that Lin Xiao claimed, nor the thirty-nine sword shadows, nor the one hundred and fifty-six, but a black mist.

Thousands of swords loomed in the black mist that came to his face, and it seemed that he would fiercely break through the black mist at any time and take his Mo Yang's life. "Crack and slay the dragon. Mo Yang roared angrily, and the powerful mana bloomed in the Decepticon Sword, and in an instant, the sword light turned into a rolling torrent and enveloped itself. The top-level magic weapon of the Deception Sword was obtained by him from a certain secret realm, and the true yuan power injected into it was incomparably sharp. Seeing this scene, many people in Han Bufei's camp frowned, what is Mo Yang doing? Lin Xiao's sword is so simple and casual, it only needs to be defended simply, why use the Splitting Dragon Slayer, this kind of large-scale defensive sword technique that consumes a lot of money.

They are not the parties to Moyang, of course they don't know what kind of danger Moyang is in. In Mo Yang's eyes, the mist and the thousands of swords disappeared without a trace, but a look of despair flashed on his face, because the thirteen swords had penetrated the Splitting Dragon Slaying Sword Curtain and slashed towards him. "It's over, I'm done!" Mo Yang was discouraged, "No, ......"

Puff puff...... Mo Yang's voice spread from the challenge platform, but his body stiffened there. Mo Yang's eyebrows and cheeks, each with a very fine knife mark emerged, like spider silk-like fine blood, began to seep out, in fact, not to mention the eyebrows, if you peel off Mo Yang's clothes, you will find that his two arms, two small arms, two thighs, two calves, chest, abdomen, a total of thirteen places are cut by Lin Xiao's tiger head ink scale knife. A scorching tingling sensation hit the whole body.

It seemed that a thousand years had passed, or for a moment, the tingling sensation reminded Mo Yang that he was still alive. Mo Yang was not afraid of pain, not even death, but these thirteen wounds all had True Yuan gushing, but it made him feel like falling into an ice cave. In the short moment that the wound healed, more than two percent of the true yuan was lost, making him completely desperate. He originally thought that killing Lin Xiao was like digging for things, but now he realized how stupid he was. He was scared, really scared.

Kill Lin Xiao? Mo Yang firmly believed that he would be killed by Lin Xiao in the next round. "I'm not fighting, I'm throwing in the towel. Mo Yang shouted. Admit defeat, Mo Yang, the first person in the Spiritual Silence Period, admit defeat? was beaten by Lin Xiao to admit defeat?" Lin Xiao shook his index finger and said, "This is a battle of life and death, either you die or I live." I'm the only one standing here. "How can I say it's a life-and-death battle?" Mo Yang roared. Lin Xiao stroked the blade of the Tiger Head Ink Scale Knife, looked at Mo Yang for a long time, and said faintly: "Didn't you say that you didn't even need to use mana to kill me?"

"I am also a disciple of the Huashan faction, you and I have no hatred and no grudge, why bother......" "Why bother your grandmother!" Lin Xiao suddenly interrupted Mo Yang and asked: "If you are stronger than me, will you read that we are also disciples of Huashan, and spare me not to die? No hatred and no grudges? Do you remember the first thing I said?"

"What's that?" Everyone on the viewing stage suddenly thought of the first sentence Lin Xiao said-"Insult me, or live, insult my teacher, Fake Squid!" "Lin Xiao, although your strength is strong, it is not so easy to kill me!" "Is it? See clearly!" Lin Xiao smiled contemptuously, and the tiger head ink scale knife in his palm slowly slashed out. The knife technique breaks through the subtlety, steps into the harmony, and sends and receives at will. The Tiger Head Ink Scale Knife is not really slow, but fast, fast to the extreme. Mo Yang's head was thrown away, and blood spurted out. Many people expected that this would be a one-sided battle of life and death, but they only guessed the process correctly, but did not guess the ending wrong. Han Bufei couldn't have imagined that Mo Yang would die so badly. Mo Yang, what about your incomparable Tyranny Sword Technique, and what about the thick and huge True Yuan Force?

Contrary to the dead silence of Han Bufei's camp, Lei Zhenyun's camp cheered and cheered. Long Xingyu turned around and hugged Hui Xiaohong, "Sister Xiaohong, Lin Xiao is really strong!" Hui Xiaohong took out her right hand and reached out to scratch Long Xingyuqiong's nose, "Don't worry about Ailang?" "Sister Xiaohong......" Long Xingyu's pretty face was flushed and twisted. "Devour or not, this is a question!" Lin Xiao was worried that if he devoured Moyang's True Yuan Force, True Yuan, and Jing Yuan, he would once again cultivate to the realm of improvement, and if he cultivated at this time, he would not be able to win ten games in a row.

"What are you doing, hurry up and get me down!" Lei Zhenyun was shocked by Lin Xiao's actions and broke out in a cold sweat. He has been in charge of Huashan for more than 80 years and knows a lot about the strength of 800 disciples. The title of the champion of the Moyang Immortal Dao Great Ring Silence Period, although it was fought hard, was still the result of Hua Allure and Fu Siyang's intention to achieve it. Hua Chengcheng, Fu Siyang, and Moyang are like brothers and sisters, and today Lin Xiao wiped out Moyang, how could Hua Chengcheng and Fu Siyang give up.

Hua Chengcheng's swordsmanship has stepped into the realm of harmony, Fu Heiyang's copper-headed iron shoulder is invulnerable, and Mo Yang is slightly inferior compared to the two, but if he is not afraid of Lin Xiao's ability to dissipate the true yuan, he will be afraid of his moves, and the outcome will be difficult to predict. Even if Lin Xiao wins, it is a miserable victory.

Lei Zhenyun never wanted Lin Xiao to die on the challenge platform. "Master, the general will not be subject to foreign military orders!" "Lin Xiao, even if you win ten games in a row, I won't give you a place as a teacher!" "Bah! Lin Xiao is here!"