Mo Yizhi's lowered eyebrows suddenly felt a hot gaze following him.

The old emperor said: "You have been fighting for many years with your father at the border, and you have a lot of skills. Today, you will use this artifact to show it in front of all the civil and military officials." The old emperor then said to the person behind him: "Gong Yong, you go.

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The affirmative sentences used by the old emperor could not be evaded by Mo Yizhi.

This is not only because the old emperor wants to see the power of this artifact, but also because the emperor is showing it to the civil and military officials and the people of heaven.

The one who gets the artifact will conquer the world. The ancient artifact is in the country of Yue!!!

Mo Yizhi responded in a deep voice: "Yes."

She took advantage of the opportunity when she raised her head to look at the source of that fiery gaze.

The man was dressed in a prince's court uniform, and his facial features were 60-70% similar to those of the old emperor. He met Mo Yizhi's eyes, nodded slightly and smiled kindly.

From his clothes, he could tell that the man must be the prince, but Mo Yizhi didn't recognize him, so he only nodded politely in return.

Turning around with a spear in hand, the officials at the foot of the jade steps automatically made way for an open space.

The man Gong Yong pointed out by the old emperor was wearing the ceremonial uniform of the imperial guard commander, and he clasped his fists against Mo Yizhi.

Mo Yizhi returned the salute, his eyes narrowed slightly, he took a stance with a spear in his hand, and an awe-inspiring aura suddenly appeared on his body: "Please!"

Gong Yong didn't take this thin and pale boy seriously at all, even though he was the only son of the general who ruled the country.

But when Mo Yizhi's eyes narrowed slightly, Gong Yong tightened his body for no reason, which was an instinctive reflection of murderous intent.

"please!"

Gong Yong's long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed.

Mo Yi's silver-tasseled spear was black and domineering, the spear flipped over, and his steps were as fast as the wind.

In the battle between strong men, there is no need to avoid or retreat, but only the awe-inspiring and domineering attitude of others.

There was a "dang" sound, and the spear and the sword collided.

The spear in Mo Yizhi's hand was overwhelming. When Gong Yong bent his sword, he felt a pain and numbness in the tiger's mouth. He immediately restrained his mind and did not dare to neglect.

Mo Yizhi kept attacking, and with the help of his strength, he flipped in the air, and the black spear came down with the stream of silver tassels. Gong Yong couldn't retreat in time, so he had to use the scabbard in his hand to block it.

There was another muffled sound of "dang". Gong Yong's knees went weak.

I think he, Gong Yong, is the commander of the palace guards, and his martial arts skills have always been respected by others. How could he be defeated by two moves in a row like this?

Gong Yong became fierce, and he swung his body away from the spear. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and struck Mo Yi directly in the face like a dragon or a snake.

Not only was Mo Yizhi not afraid, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

She turned sideways to avoid it, and at the same time pushed her spear forward, attacking Gong Yong's back like a long stick.

The force of the spear was fierce, like a black snake spitting out a message, and it was as fast as lightning.

Gong Yong noticed the spear coming from behind, and in a panic, he knelt down on one knee to avoid it.

The corners of Mo Yizhi's lips were raised slightly, with a hint of evil charm in his smile. The spear made a semicircle in the air, and with a "swish" sound, the silver tassel landed in front of Gong Yong's eyes.

The silver tassel swayed slightly, and the black spear was full of Lingran power.

The spear only needed to be moved closer half an inch to pierce Gong Yong's throat.

Mo Yizhi retracted his spear and stretched out his hand to Gong Yong.

Gong Yong was stunned for a moment before he recovered from his defeat. He raised his head and looked at Mo Yizhi's eyes as black as crow feathers, feeling inexplicably frightened.

He had never seen eyes that were so indifferent yet so murderous.

The two emotions were originally opposite, but in her body there was no sense of hypocrisy at all.

Gong Yong took Mo Yizhi's hand and stood up.
Chapter completed!