"boom" On the seat, two figures collided fiercely, their fingers and palms clashing, and a powerful ripple of wind suddenly spread out in all directions like a tidal wave.
Xuan Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly joined forces with another Xicheng elder beside him to protect Xicheng behind him, while retreating towards the rear.
The aftermath of such ferocious force was not something Xichengjiao could bear.
As soon as the two equally fierce forces came into contact, the expression of the old man in black robe changed drastically in an instant, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
The fierce power carried by Mo Zhiyao's sword finger far exceeded his imagination.
His palm strength, facing the golden thread-shaped spiritual power, was as fragile as a thin piece of paper, easily torn apart by the opponent's force.
"Boom" Mo Zhiyao's sword finger, after tearing the black-robed old man's palm, was still as powerful as lightning, and in the next moment, it fell on his palm.
"ah" A scream full of pain suddenly resounded, Yin Hong's blood spurted out, and Mo Zhiyao's finger actually penetrated directly through the palm of the black-robed old man.
The old man in black robe turned pale in an instant.
He endured the severe pain, and as soon as he moved, he planned to retreat towards the rear.
"Old dog, since you dare to bite people, you must be prepared to be beaten to death."
A cold arc appeared on Mo Zhiyao's face that sent chills all over his body, and then he waved his arm fiercely.
"War God Codex, Killing Ghosts" "Lie" A sharp cracking sound that made the eardrums hurt echoed in the sky, and a huge golden arc of light, like a waning moon, suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Then, like cutting off the heaven and earth, it landed heavily on the chest of the black-robed old man.
"Tsk" A scalp-shattering tearing sound suddenly sounded, and as blood mist burst out, a huge bone-deep scar appeared on the body of the old man in black robe.
From his right shoulder to his left hip, Mo Zhiyao's slash almost cut the former into pieces on the spot.
"Bang" The body of the old man in black robe was bombarded by the huge force and flew backwards, hitting the stands behind him.
The stands collapsed and extended for dozens of feet before slowly stopping.
Along the way, there were horrifying stains of blood.
There was dead silence in the field.
Looking at the old man in black robe who was severely injured and defeated after meeting each other, everyone in the square had a look of horror, especially the three Nan Yamang people.
Naturally, they knew the strength of the old man in black robe.
The strength of the pattern in the middle stage of metamorphosis.
But now, it was because of a single blow from Mo Zhiyao that he ended up in such a miserable end.
"crunch" Nanya Yao's palms clenched suddenly, his eyes burst with light, and he stared at Mo Zhiyao.
As for Nan Yahong, his face was pale, his legs were trembling wildly, and he almost collapsed on his seat.
Nan Yamang's face also turned livid, and he slowly clenched his hands on the armrests of the seat.
The hard seat armrest turned into a cloud of powder.
As soon as Mo Zhiyao stepped forward, his gaze, so cold that the air seemed to freeze, fell on the three Nan Yamang people.
The corners of his lips slowly raised a ferocious arc, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Southern Domain Family, I really want to see what you are capable of.
Dare you destroy my Xicheng Family?"
The chilling voice slowly echoed over the square, making the space even more depressing.
The thick smell of blood rippled in the air, making it suffocating.
Many people's faces twitched.
This little-known boy's methods were so violent and ruthless.
Where did the Xicheng family find such a ruthless person?
In the other three seats, people from the Qiu family, Lin family and Cang family all looked at the scene in front of them with solemn expressions, with fear in their eyes.
The chill that lingered around Cang Yun's body suddenly intensified at this moment, and his body became tense involuntarily.
Mo Zhiyao opposite him made him feel a strong sense of danger.
"You little beast, how dare you do this in front of me?
You really don't take my Nanya family into consideration."
Nanya Mang, who was sitting in his seat, had a fierce light in his eyes and his body slowed down.
Standing up slowly, the spiritual energy around his body fluctuated, mixed with heavy pressure, and spread out.
"Nanya Family" Mo Zhiyao glanced coldly at Nanya Mang, and then moved his lips slightly.
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"What the hell is that?"
"hiss" Sounds of gasping for cold air suddenly sounded among the crowd.
No one could have imagined that Mo Zhiyao would still be so fierce when facing Nan Yamang, who was at the peak of his seven-stripe transformation.
In his words, he didn't leave any face to the other party.
"What an arrogant little beast, you are the first person who dares to talk to me like this."
Nan Yamang's eyes narrowed, and the murderous intention spread out from his body like a storm.
An extremely terrifying pressure rose up and pressed hard on Mo Zhiyao.
Facing the furious Nan Yamang, Mo Zhiyao's expression did not change at all.
"Compared with my coercion, old man, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person."
Mo Zhiyao sneered, and suddenly a torrential golden-red light swept out of his body crazily.
At the same time, an ancient coercion that overcame heaven and earth spread out from his body like a tide.
The two momentums collided fiercely, and the space on the plane where they collided became distorted.
Immediately, countless people were horrified to see that in such an imposing and coercive competition, Mo Zhiyao, who should obviously be at a disadvantage, did not show any sign of weakness.
Faintly, there are signs of overwhelming the southern cliff.
"This, how is this possible?"
The sound of exclamation suddenly resounded.
Countless gazes instantly focused on Mo Zhiyao.
The scene before them made them almost think that they were in a dream.
Mo Zhiyao's body contained the authentic bloodline of the ancient Heavenly Dragon and the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix.
How could the pressure of the Dragon and Phoenix be comparable to that of Nanyamang?
Of course, this does not mean that Mo Zhiyao has the strength to compete head-on with Nan Yamang.
After all, the latter is truly the pinnacle of the seven lines of metamorphosis.
That kind of strength is not something that Mo Zhiyao can fight against now.
Looking at Mo Zhiyao opposite him, who was on par with him in terms of momentum, Nan Yamang's expression also changed, and immediately a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
"Little beast, I really made a mistake, and I have some tricks up my sleeve."
Nan Yamang's eyes had a chill in his eyes, and then he said in a sinister tone: "But, even so, you don't have the qualifications to jump in front of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yamang's face suddenly became stern, his body shook, and a vast spiritual power surged out that made the world change.
Behind him, a continuous ocean of spiritual energy formed with such momentum that it was astonishing to the extreme.
When Mo Zhiyao saw this, his palms clenched into fists, and dragon and phoenix light patterns appeared on his arms.
The reason why he was able to defeat the black-robed old man with one blow just now was entirely because the latter was careless.
Unexpectedly, Mo Zhiyao used all his strength as soon as he came up and ended up like that.
But the Nanyamang in front of him is not comparable to the former.
The super strength of the seven-line transformation can be regarded as a top powerhouse even in the Western Region of the Fog Demon Sea.
Facing him, Mo Zhiyao didn't dare to slack off at all, otherwise the consequences would be quite miserable if he was not careful.
However, just as the fierce light in Nan Yamang's eyes became more intense and he was about to take action, a figure shot out from the side, it was Xuan Yu.
"Nan Yamang, don't forget what kind of place this is.
If you dare to do something here, aren't you afraid of arousing the wrath of the palace master?"
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Xuan Yu's sharp shout immediately caused Nan Yamang's expression to change.
This place is where the Slaughter Ling Tiangong selects the elder seats.
The Sul Ling Tiangong will not pay attention to the fights between the younger generations, but it is explicitly prohibited.
The strong men of the older generation are absolutely not allowed to cause fights here.
Otherwise, it is contempt of the divine power of the Heavenly Palace.
Nan Yamang's face turned green and red, and his teeth chattered loudly.
But no matter how much the murderous intention toward Mo Zhiyao surged in his heart, he didn't dare to actually take action.
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"My father can't do it, then I will do it."
At this moment, a slender figure appeared next to Nan Yamang, with sharp eyes like a blade, and an extremely cold killing intent.
Mo Zhiyao's body was none other than the South Cliff Demon.
"Nan Cliff Demon" Xuan Yu's face suddenly turned ugly when he saw the Nan Cliff Demon standing up at this time.
However, he didn't say anything more.
Originally, Mo Zhiyao's opponent this time was the Nanya Demon.
It was only a matter of time before he faced him.
"Mo Zhiyao, it is undeniable that I am surprised by your strength.
However, if you think that you can ride on the head of my Nanya family, you are totally wrong."
In the eyes of Nanya Demon, With a slightly eerie luster passing by, he looked at Mo Zhiyao and said in a low voice.
"I can give you a choice.
One is to join my Nanya family.
No matter what promise the Xicheng family makes to you, I think what my Nanya family will give will definitely not be worse than theirs.
How about it?"
Nanya Yao's words immediately made Xuan Yu and others' expressions change.
They didn't expect that Nanya Yao would come to poach them at this time.
Nan Yamang and Nan Yahong in the rear also seemed quite surprised.
"Brother" Nan Yahong suddenly felt anxious when he heard this and shouted quickly.
If Mo Zhiyao really agreed, then his meal was not white and Nanya Mang flashed a bit, but did not speak.
To be honest, Nan Yamang admired Mo Zhiyao in his heart.
He was also quite amazed by the former's combat power and qualifications.
If Mo Zhiyao could really come over and injure Nan Yahong and the black-robed elder, it would really be nothing.
A look of surprise also flashed across Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and he obviously did not expect that the Nanya Demon would actually win over him.
The next moment, a smile appeared on his face, but there was no warmth in that smile.
"I'm so sorry, I don't have a good impression of all the beasts named Nanya
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