The outer martial arts arena and the arena.
Ning Mo bowed slightly and said in a calm tone: "Senior Brother Huang, please give me your advice."
Offstage.
An inner disciple said: "I bet that Ning Mo can't hold on for three moves in the hands of Junior Brother Huang."
"I guess Junior Brother Huang can defeat him with one move. The gap is too big. Then Ning Mo is just humiliating himself!"
"Junior brother Ning, you're welcome. Please."
Song Yan had a gentle smile on his face.
"Chiyin!"
Ning Mo suddenly pulled out the long sword from behind, and immediately, a cold aura filled the air, faintly covering the entire arena.
Subconsciously, Song Yan's eyes fell on the black long sword in Ning Mo's hand. Compared with the past, the cold aura exuded by this long sword became stronger and stronger. Could it be that this was a growth weapon
"Senior Brother Huang, be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Mo swung his sword towards Song Yan.
As soon as the sword came out, the cold aura that filled the arena instantly became stronger several times, as if the air was frozen by this cold aura.
Song Yan, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt that as Ning Mo slashed out with his sword, an evil will rushed towards him, burrowing into his head and trying to devour his soul.
"snort!"
Song Yan hummed, the small sword in the spiritual lake swayed slightly, and a circle of golden light rippled out, immediately destroying the evil will that broke into his sea of consciousness.
At the same time, Ning Mo's sword was only three centimeters away from his throat, and he could be stabbed to death with just one move forward.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience widened their eyes with disbelief. They never expected that Ning Mo was so powerful.
"when!"
With a crisp impact, Song Yan raised the sword in his hand and knocked Ning Mo's sword away.
He looked at Ning Mo with cold eyes: "You want to kill me?"
Others would have been hit by the evil will that invaded just now, and then he was stabbed in the throat with his sword and screamed to death. He couldn't figure out why the other party wanted to kill him after he had helped Ning Mo many times.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Ning Mo's eyes. It was obvious that he regretted not stabbing Song Yan to death with a sword, but he said: "Senior Brother Huang, don't get me wrong. It's just because you are too strong that I dare not hold back. Absolutely not." I want to kill you!"
Facing Ning Mo's sophistry, Song Yan was very disappointed. The simple young man at the beginning had become cunning and vicious.
Although he took away Ning Mo's opportunity, he also helped him cure his sister and rescued him from Wu Yu. Therefore, he thought that he owed him nothing. Now, the other party has murderous intentions towards him. , since you want to kill me, then I have nothing to hold back.
boom!
The surging sword intent in his body exploded, and Song Yan merged with the world again, and the cold breath could no longer affect him at all.
The long sword struck out like lightning.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
In an instant, Song Yan struck out with nine swords in succession. Each sword was indescribably wonderful, and each sword contained great power.
However, Ning Mo blocked it, but his body retreated to the edge of the ring.
With the tenth sword, Song Yan struck out again.
Seeing this, a look of violence flashed in Ning Mo's eyes, but in the end, he suppressed the violence and retreated from the ring. His eyes looking at Song Yan were full of resentment.
Zongshan announced at the right time: "Huang Liangsheng, with nine points, is the first place in this inner sect competition!"
Suddenly, bursts of cheers came from below the arena.
Song Yan took a deep look at Ning Mo. When he slashed out the tenth sword, he clearly felt that there was a violent aura in Ning Mo's body that was about to explode, but it was suppressed by him. In other words, he was still Reserved.
In the subsequent competition, Ningmo defeated everyone and gained eight points, becoming the second place in this inner gate competition.
Yin Zhengyang finished third and Gu Xie Huayu finished fourth.
As for Duanmuzhi, he was defeated by the last person to advance and fell into tenth place.
At the end of the competition, prizes are awarded in public.
The top ten prizes are three level-breaking pills, one hundred thousand taels of silver, and a first-grade spiritual weapon.
The rewards for the top three are doubled.
When Zongshan was giving awards to the top ten in the inner sect, Sikong Mu quietly appeared in the martial arts square.
His lips moved slightly, and Zongshan, who was presenting the award, couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then returned to normal.
After the award ceremony, Zongshan suddenly said: "Huang Liang, Ning Mo, and Yin Zhengyang, you three, come with me!"
"yes!"
The three people responded quickly.
Under the leadership of Zongshan, the three of them came to a rather elegant courtyard.
A young man in purple robe stood there.
"Sikong, I brought you the man, so I'm going to leave now!" Zongshan said politely.
"Trouble with the sect manager!" Sikong Mu nodded, and then his eyes fell on Song Yan and the other three with a bit of scrutiny.
Wearing a purple robe, he should be a core disciple.
Song Yan was a little confused, wondering why this core disciple wanted to see the three of them.
"Two people in the inner sect died in the past two days. Do you all know that?" Sikong Mu asked, looking at the three of them.
The three of them nodded as usual.
"I suspect that the murderer is hiding in the inner door!" Sikong Mu continued, but the content of his words is worthy of scrutiny.
"What does Senior Brother Sikong mean? Are you doubting that we are not successful?" Yin Zhengyang said dissatisfied. He had been a disciple for a long time and naturally knew Sikong Mu, a core disciple.
"No, to be precise, I am suspicious of the two of them!" Sikong Mu's eyes fell on Song Yan and Ning Mo, with a little playfulness: "You must have heard about the death of the two inner disciples. , all the flesh and blood was sucked away, after checking the classics in the sect, I suspected that someone had obtained the inheritance of the Devouring Demon Lord, and used the Devouring Demon Technique to devour the flesh and blood of the two disciples."
Then, Sikong Mu told the story of the Devouring Demon Lord to the three of them.
"There is such a terrifying magic power in the world!" After hearing this story, Yin Zhengyang couldn't help but sigh.
Song Yan said: "This Devouring Demon Lord has some backbone. He would rather die than surrender!"
"Humph, these demons deserve to die!" Ning Mo snorted coldly.
"Okay, I have reported this matter to the leader and asked for a treasure from the leader. You just need to input the true energy into it. If there is no response, it means that you have not practiced Devouring the Demon Lord. If there is a reaction to the technique, it means that you have obtained the inheritance of the Devouring Demon Lord."
While speaking, Sikong Mu took out a transparent bead: "Which of you comes first?"
"I'll go first!"
Yin Zhengyang walked over and directly took the bead and poured the zhenqi into it. As a result, the bead showed no reaction at all, indicating that he was not suspicious.
"It's your turn!"
Ning Mo didn't move, but Song Yan walked up with a playful expression, took the bead directly from Yin Zhengyang's hand, and then injected the true energy into his body.
Still no response.
"Come here!" Sikong Mu's eyes fell on Ning Mo with a hint of sharpness.
A ferocious look suddenly appeared on Ning Mo's face, and he stared at Sikong Mu viciously: "I didn't expect that you found out about me so quickly. Yes, I did obtain the inheritance of the Devouring Demon Lord. What do you want to do with me?"
"They should be executed directly!" Sikong Mu's eyes became more and more sharp.
"Haha, okay, very good!" Ning Mo couldn't help laughing sadly. After laughing, he looked at Song Yan: "Huang Liang, my sister doesn't know that I practice the magic swallowing skill, so she is innocent. Can you You can’t help me take care of her!”
"You can have this!"
"Thank you!" Ning Mo said gratefully, and then a black light suddenly surged out of his body, swallowing him up in an instant.
When Sikong Mu saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He reached out to grab Ning Mo, but his grasp was empty. Ning Mo was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, Sikong Mu's face became extremely ugly.
Author's digression: second update
Thanks to Zui Qingfeng for the reward (to be continued)