Horror filled the faces of everyone in the audience. Everyone stared blankly at the figure in black holding a sword. They were stunned for a moment, with their mouths open, not knowing what to say.
"How... how is this possible!" One person said in disbelief with his head in his hands.
"The sword demon who has won nineteen consecutive games can't even make a single move in the hands of this person!"
"This guy looks very handsome, I don't know where he comes from!"
Up and down the high platform, everyone in the audience seats were making speculations about Yun Mo who suddenly appeared. After all, the identity of a person with such strength is definitely not simple!
Under everyone's gaze, Yun Mo took out a token glowing with a dark spiritual light.
The token flashed with a cold light, as if a sharp blade had pierced everyone's heart, causing their breathing to stop.
"He is..." A disciple of the Xuanyin Sect pointed in the direction of Yun Mo and mumbled.
"I'll wait to see the Holy Son!"
Immediately afterwards, all the Xuanyin Sect disciples up and down the high platform bowed their hands towards Yun Mo. There was no disdain or contempt in the eyes of the thousands of people, only fearful respect!
As for Zhao Qingshan who fell in the ring, something strange flashed across his eyebrows at this moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"The elders of the church meet with the Holy Son!"
A white-haired old man with a slightly stooped figure slowly walked up to Yun Mo and said slowly.
Hearing the sound, Yun Mo waved his hand, "No need to be polite."
As for the rickety old man in front of him, Yun Mo frowned calmly. He clearly sensed that the cultivation of the old man in front of him had reached the peak of the Lingyuan realm.
"It seems that in this Xuanyin Sect, in addition to the mysterious leader, there are the five guardians and the ten saints. Even the elders must follow the etiquette when meeting the saints."
Yun Mo muttered secretly and focused his gaze on Zhao Xiaopang behind him. No, it should be Zhao Qingshan.
"Thank you, Lord Holy Son, for your life-saving grace!"
Sensing Yun Mo's gaze, Zhao Qingshan's eyes showed a trace of clarity. Although there was doubt deep in his eyes, he also knew how to assess the situation.
Seeing the change of emotions in Zhao Qingshan's eyes, Yun Mo knew clearly that his identity must have been exposed through the cold light sword before.
In a remote corner, Hu Lie was extremely happy when he saw the sword demon die tragically. Unexpectedly, the sword in the hand of the man who dealt with the sword demon looked very familiar to him.
"The long sword surrounded by purple light, the swordsmanship is so superb, who is this..."
Suddenly, Hu Lie's body trembled, disbelief flashed in his pupils, and he murmured: "It's absolutely impossible... How could the person who killed Madam Spider survive?"
If he is really that person, why not reveal that I killed Roland? Then Madam Spider will definitely not let him go.
"Haha, it seems I've been worrying too much!" After figuring out the strangeness of the matter, Hu Lie breathed a sigh of relief and gave up on the thought he had just had.
What he didn't know was that Yun Mo had already forgotten about Hu Lie. Even if the two of them met again later, to Yun Mo, it would only be one sword strike!
"I wonder which Lord Protector the Holy Son belongs to?" The rickety old man's eyes were deep and he changed the subject.
Hearing the sound, Yun Mo glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Mrs. Spider."
Hearing these three words, the rickety old man's pupils shrank, he looked Yun Mo up and down with his eyes full of meaning, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Is the Holy Son going to challenge the arena?"
"No need, I just want to see that person unhappy."
After that, Yun Mo called Zhao Qingshan to leave the arena together.
"Haha, Saint Mo Yun seems to be in a good mood, but what if I am also unhappy with you?"
At this time, a powerful voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, accurately reaching everyone's ears.
In everyone's sight, a young man with the same black robe and an extraordinary handsome face appeared.
"It's the Holy Son of the Black Dragon!" Someone suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh my god, the Black Dragon Holy Son actually came to the arena!"
"What kind of wind is blowing? Two saints came to the arena at the same time!"
"Hmph, looking at this posture, the Black Dragon Holy Son seems to be coming with bad intentions!"
Suddenly, the spectators on the high platform turned their gazes and fell on the Black Dragon Holy Son.
"It turns out that he is the Holy Son of the Black Dragon, a strong man who once achieved fifty consecutive victories. His strength among the Holy Sons is enough to rank among the top two!"
"With deep aura and unpredictable cultivation, he is worthy of being the Black Dragon Holy Son!"
Listening to everyone's discussion, Heilong's expression did not change much. After all, he was tired of hearing this kind of praise.
"I heard you said just now that you were a subordinate of Madam Spider. If my prediction is correct, you should have killed Tie Ying. Chen She was quite capable, so he should have survived."
The black dragon spoke so quietly that only the four people on the gladiatorial stage could hear it.
Hearing this, Zhao Qingshan and the rickety old man raised their eyes at the same time and glanced at Yun Mo calmly.
"If my guess is correct, you are the person behind the sword demon, right?" Yun Mo's eyes were cold and he said coldly: "I want the sword demon to quickly achieve twenty consecutive victories, so I sent those weak disciples from Qingyun City.
Die!"
"You are right. The city lord's palace in Qingyun City has become the arena for our Xuanyin Sect. They are just a group of ants. It is already very good that they can display their value once before they die."
Black Dragon shook his head and said with a sneer.
"You are such a beast!" Zhao Qingshan said angrily with anger burning in his chest.
If it weren't for Yun Mo holding him back, I'm afraid Zhao Qingshan would have pounced on him.
"Stay back first and leave this place to me!" Yun Mo said in a solemn voice, patting Zhao Qingshan's shoulder.
have no choice!
Zhao Qingshan knew that with his strength, facing someone at the level of the Holy Son would be tantamount to death, and what's more, the person standing opposite him was a strong man among the Holy Son who was strong enough to be ranked among the top three.
Standing off the field, Zhao Qingshan stared at the stage tightly and couldn't help but sweat for Yun Mo.
"Kill the sword demon and spoil my plan. Even if you are the Holy Son, you will have to pay the price today, and it will be the price of your life!"
The black dragon's expression suddenly turned cold and stern, and the murderous intent in his words was like an ice cellar, making people feel cold all over after listening to it.
"For your bullshit plan, you almost let my friend die. You have already committed a capital crime!"
Yun Mo took a step forward, raised his long sword, and a fierce sword force shot straight into the sky.
"Haha, capital punishment? Did you know that since I debuted, I have never been defeated among my peers!" Heilong frowned proudly and shouted coldly.
"It's just a sense of superiority caused by comparison with ants. It's better not to be too arrogant in front of me."
Yun Mo raised his eyebrows, with a frivolous smile on his lips.
"you wanna die!"
The moment he finished speaking, Black Dragon struck suddenly, and an overwhelming momentum instantly pressed on Yun Mo.
Black Dragon took action brazenly, and just the moment he took action, people knew how terrifying his strength was.
In the arena, terrifying power swept across, like a storm, roaring in the air.
"The black dragon takes action!"
"The battle of the Holy Son is very rare!"
"The Black Dragon Holy Son is extremely powerful, but I don't know how many moves this Holy Son Mo Yun can withstand!"
All the spectators could not suppress the excitement in their hearts at this moment and began to shout. You must know that they have never witnessed the battle between the Holy Sons with their own eyes.
boom!
In the arena, a black storm blew up, and in the storm, as the strong wind danced, the figure of the black dragon flew toward Yun Mo with overwhelming power!
When Yun Mo saw the black dragon taking action, his body was like lightning and turned into an afterimage, avoiding the black storm.
"Want to leave?"
The black dragon smiled contemptuously and took a step forward. His movement seemed to transcend time and space. He raised his hand and punched. The fist flashed with black electric light and immediately struck down!
Bang!
A dull loud noise spread, and a force that shook the mountain sent Yun Mo flying away.
Stopping his body, Yun Mo's eyes darkened. With just one move, Yun Mo could tell that this person's strength was far superior to that of Hu Lie, Tie Ying and others he had encountered before.
If Yun Mo hadn't cultivated the Blood Chen Sword Body, and his physical strength was quite impressive, he might have been seriously injured by this punch.
At this moment, the black dragon laughed ferociously, and fierce black lightning flashed around his body, as if he was bathed in a thunderstorm, leaving everyone dumbfounded and stunned in place.
Yun Mo's heart sank, and he muttered: "The will of thunder and lightning!"
"You do have some knowledge!" Heilong couldn't deny it.
"So this is the will of lightning!"
"The warriors who can understand the will are all talented people far beyond their peers!"
Some people couldn't help but sigh after seeing the will of thunder and lightning. The power of will is difficult for warriors with average talent to understand in their lifetime.
Seeing that Black Dragon had understood the will of thunder and lightning at such a young age, everyone's emotions were extremely complicated.