"I wonder why the Great Elder invited me here?" Mo Yang walked into the hall of the sect and looked at the person sitting on the left hand side on both sides of the hall and asked.

The man was dressed in a cyan robe, his snow-white hair was combed with sideburns, and his white beard was a white beard. This person is the Great Elder Song Chuan.

After everyone heard Mo Yang's voice, Gu was startled, and then they all got up and saluted

"Well, let's talk about something." Mo Yang walked to the top seat of the sect master with his hands behind his back, sat down and waved his hand.

"Sect Leader Wan An, that's right, since you killed Dao Qing Sect Sect Leader Qiandaozi on the bank of Moshui half a month ago, there are rumors in the outside world that you forcibly broke through the Yuan Shen Realm, exhausted your potential, and were seriously injured." Song Chuan hesitated.

"Huh, and then what?" Mo Yang sneered.

"Not long ago, the Sword Saint of the East China Sea sent a battle post, inviting you to fight to the death on the bank of the strange water in three days." Song Chuan looked at Mo Yang's expression and sighed slightly, I am afraid that the outside world is all rumors, although the sect master was indeed in a coma for a while half a month ago, but after that, he really felt the whirlpool of spiritual energy, and now goodbye to the sect master, the momentum on the sect master's body, I am afraid that he has recovered from injuries.

"Oh? He's trying to avenge the dry road! Mo Yang smiled slightly. This East China Sea Sword Saint is the most eastern sword sect elder in the Eastern Regions, the peak cultivation of the Yuan Infant, and when Mo Yang did not break through the Yuan Shen realm, he was one of the best masters in the world.

There are three major forces in this Eastern Regions, the Nine Demon Sect located in the west of the Eastern Regions, the Daoqing Sect in the middle, and the Sword Sect in the easternmost part by the sea.

The top combat power of these three major sects is the peak of Yuanying, and they are the top masters in the entire continent.

Half a month ago, after Mo Yang made an appointment to fight the Dao Qing Sect's Qiandaozi against Mo Shui, and forcibly broke through the Yuan Shen to kill the Qiandaozi, although the original body tried his best to hide his injuries and returned to the sect at that time, when Mo Yang came half a month ago, he was indeed seen by the people in the sect. I'm afraid there is a spy in the middle.

"At this time, the East China Sea Sword Saint invited to fight, I am afraid that I have already determined that I am seriously injured, and I feel that I cannot exert the power of the Yuan Shen Realm. Do you want to use me as a grinding stone for him to break through the primordial gods? Although the sword cultivator is the first among the monks of the same level, but, hum, although I am not the original body, but I have basically devoured the original body's original spirit and memory, although I can't exert the strength of the original god now, but I can also temporarily improve to the realm of the original god, but it can only last for a quarter of an hour. Mo Yang pondered carefully.

"Reply to him, I will definitely go to the appointment in three days." Mo Yang sneered, turned around and turned into a black light and left.

Looking at Mo Yang's departing back, the corners of Song Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Three days later, on the shore of the strange water.

At this time, there are countless monks gathered on the bank of Moshui, from Qi training to Yuanying, there are scattered cultivators, there are sects, there are immortal families, these monks have heard that the East China Sea Sword Saint and the sect master of the First Nine Demon Sect today will fight to the death on the bank of Moshui.

It's bustling and it's not lively. Gu is hundreds of miles away from Moshui, and from such a distance, the monks above the Jindan can rely on their divine sense to pay attention to the bank of the Moshui, and the practice of qi and foundation building are only to follow the elders above the Jindan in the family to come to see for a long time.

And on the strange water, there is a middle-aged man holding a simple long sword in both hands, the man is dressed in a cyan robe, his hair is tied up casually, and he stands on the water with his eyes quietly closed. It's not chic.

"Look, that's someone from the Nine Demon Sect," someone suddenly pointed to the western sky and exclaimed.

When everyone heard this, they looked in the direction.

I saw a building not far away that was dozens of zhang high suddenly appeared in the sky, this is the appearance of a palace, golden glazed tiles, dark walls, exuding a faint black light suspended in the air, the palace is led forward by two strange beasts of tens of zhang size in the air, these two strange beasts are like lions, with golden hair, double feathers and four legs, flying through the air.

"Griffon! Level 7 demon beast, this is comparable to the realm of cultivating immortals in the early stage of the human race, and it is worthy of being the first sect in the world. Someone sighed. The demon beasts of the monks of the Tianxuan Continent are divided into levels 1-9, of which levels 1 and 2 correspond to the human race's qi cultivation period, levels 3 and 4 correspond to the foundation building period, levels 5 and 6 correspond to the Jindan period, levels 7 and 8 correspond to the Yuan Infant stage, and level 9 corresponds to the Yuan Shen stage.

The speed of the two griffons was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the sky above Moshui.

The griffin slowly hovered in mid-air, the door of the palace slowly opened, Mo Yang led several people to step out, suspended in mid-air, Mo Yang waved his hand: "You wait to go to the side first." “

"Yes." A few people behind Mo Yang immediately received the order, and dragged the griffin to slowly land nearly a hundred miles away on the bank of the strange water.

"You're here." Suspended above the water, the East China Sea Sword Saint slowly opened his closed eyes and looked at Mo Yang lightly.

"Come on, I want to see how many catties and taels the world-famous sword saint has." Mo Yang said lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Hmph, I'm going to test whether you, the first person in the world, are really as advanced as outsiders say, take it." The East China Sea Sword Saint snorted coldly, 'Canglang', and the long sword came out of its sheath, not as radiant as everyone thought, just an ordinary long sword.

The sword in his hand unleashed an astonishing sword light, terrifying.

Suddenly, the air shook, as if the heavens and the earth were about to collapse, and everyone was immersed in this terrible sword.

The light of that sword covered the sky and the sun, as if it had replaced the only sun in the sky. The terrifying sword aura swept through!

Seeing this, Mo Yang's heart moved, and he used his mana with all his might, his own momentum climbed to the extreme, and with a slight wave of his hand, a round wheel shrouded in black-purple light rotated drippingly, which was the original natal magic weapon "Nine Shadows Against the Wheel of Life".

The so-called magic weapon can only be used by monks above the golden pill, each monk can only have one natal magic weapon in his life, this natal magic weapon can be upgraded with the upgrading of the monk, it is the existence of life and companionship with the monk, and half of the magic power of the average monk is on the magic weapon.

Although each person can only have one natal magic weapon, it is still possible to refine some ordinary magic weapons. Or the magic weapons handed down from ancient times, or the magic weapons left behind after the death of the monk, although these magic weapons cannot be advanced with the advancement of the monk, but they are also real magic weapons, and the power is also good. The magic weapon is divided into ordinary magic weapons from low to high. Ancient treasures, spiritual treasures, and above are the legendary psychic treasures.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the sword qi was wrapped in an unparalleled momentum that attacked Mo Yang. Mo Yang waved his hand, and the Nine Shadows Wheel of Rebellion directly emitted an even more purple-black light, and the light turned into a series of exercises to meet the sword qi.

"Boom!"

The shock wave caused by the collision between the two sides swept in all directions, causing almost the entire ground to be scraped off, and the onlookers were still forced to retreat again and again from a hundred miles away, which was really terrifying to the extreme.

"It's a little interesting, just with your sword, it faintly has the artistic conception of the primordial god, but it's not enough." Mo Yang put his hands behind his back, turned around Mo Yang quietly, looked at the Sword Saint with an indifferent face and said.

"Hmph, don't use your tongue." The Sword Saint snorted coldly, and threw the long sword in his hand lightly, and in an instant, the long sword turned into countless sword rays, and in an instant, the sky and the earth swept out of the sky, like a sword curtain overwhelmingly towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang smiled slightly, and with a wave of his right hand, the Wheel of Destiny instantly turned into a streamer, heading towards the sword, and in mid-air, the Wheel of Destiny turned into a purple-black light, and went towards the sword in the sky one-on-one.

"The magic weapon turns into nothing!" Someone exclaimed.

The so-called magic weapon is a kind of operation on the magic weapon that can only be mastered by the peak monk of the Yuan Infant, and he may make his natal magic weapon into thousands of rays, each of which has unparalleled power.

Mo Yang carried it with one hand and pinched the magic trick with the other, his indifferent face flashing with a faint chill.

The sword saint looked at the front with a solemn face, and his brows were compact: "Where does this Ying Su look like he is seriously injured, although this strength is not the original god, but it is much stronger than me, this battle is hanging." ”

Countless sword rays and black rays crisscrossed in mid-air, but they didn't scatter in the slightest, all of them were under the control of the two of them. The surrounding ground, trees, and water have all been destroyed by the sword and black light of the two of them, and the original appearance can no longer be seen.

It is conceivable that the two of them have really reached a shocking level of control over the sword qi and black mang.

This in itself is far beyond the definition of a master by ordinary people!

There is no shortage of masters in the late Yuan Infant stage in the audience, looking at the two people in the air in front of them, they are not only full of emotion, Mo Yang is also rumored to be a half-moon advance level Yuan Shen, but this sword saint is no longer famous, and the strength is beyond everyone's reach.

Time passed quietly, and it was so stalemate for half an hour, at this time, there were swords and black mangs between the two, and the slightest carelessness was the end of being divided by thousands of swords and black mangs, the sword saint frowned, and at this time cold sweat was already covered with his forehead, different from the appearance of the sword saint, Mo Yang at this time still sneered as faintly as he did at the beginning.

"Sword Master, if you are at this level, then today is your death day." Mo Yang said coldly while controlling the black mang that the wheel of inversion turned into.