Martial Peak

Occasionally, there are human warriors staggering out of the battlefield, either in the form of a shadow, or in a group of three or five, without exception, all of them are covered in blood, and the breath is weak.

Attracted by the breath of Yang Kai and others, these staggering soldiers quickly gathered together, silently looking for a place to cultivate their knees cross-legged.

Yang Kailuo raised his body as he adjusted his breath, and rushed into the cloud-covered land.

There are countless creatures in his small universe, and there are also sub-trees of the world tree, so the recovery speed of the world's power is much faster than that of ordinary people. Even if he does not deliberately practice, his own small universe's power is also increasing.

The place where Mo Yun is shrouded is the battlefield of Fangcai. Although the two clan armies have already left, they do not know if there are any surviving human races on the battlefield.

Perhaps some clan warriors still have a ray of vitality, but they have lost their ability to move because of being hit hard. If they are not assisted at this time, they will only be trapped.

So Yang Kai wanted to take a look.

The entire battlefield enveloped the void for tens of millions of miles, Yang Kai shuttled through it, and the thought was suddenly lost, searching for possible vitality.

I really found some.

However, the Mo people who were hit hard were breathing heavily.

Yang Kai will naturally not be polite. He urges the law of space, and cuts off the moon blades, giving them a happy heart.

So searched for an hour or so.

When Yang Kai returned from the battlefield again, he brought out a woman with Qipin Xiuwei.

Yang Kai didn't know what the woman's name was. When she found her, she was already in a coma. The whole person climbed on the wreckage of a battleship, covered with wounds, and her clothes were stained with blood.

In addition to this Qipin woman, he also saw the corpses of many human clan soldiers, more of the remains of the Mo clan.

The whole battlefield is like a purgatory.

This is also the only person he found alive on the battlefield.

Counting it, Yang Kai has been here for hundreds of years. From the Sixth Grade Kaitian that just came here to the Seventh Grade today, he has traveled to and from several war zones and participated in countless battles, large and small, but tragic. And hardships, no one can surpass this one.

The reason is that the Dayan Army traveled a long distance and there was no barrier to rely on.

Unlike fighting in the vicinity of their respective pass, in this Dayan war zone, the Terran Army is isolated and helpless. Even if injured, it is impossible to go to a safe place to heal. In the event of a victory in battle, the great cause of recovering Dayan can continue.

It is foreseeable that today's battles will definitely not be less in the days to come, and how many human clan soldiers will bury their bones in this great war zone and go to the glory of the ancestors.

Bringing the woman back to the place where everyone gathered, the restful soldiers looked at him with open eyes, but nodded slightly, without much speech.

There are fewer than 30 human warriors gathered here to repair, not to say that this battle is down, only these 30 people have lost the power to fight again, but when the army pursued the Mos, they were unable to survive because they were injured. Just keep up with it in time.

Most of the soldiers have already left with the army even if they were hit hard.

Putting the woman next to herself, Yang Kai sat back again, quietly adjusting her breath.

But at the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the battlefield, where there seemed to be some strange movements.

It was only that he stepped into the battlefield and searched carefully for an hour. Apart from finding an undead Qipin woman, there was no other place to be concerned about.

Where did this strange movement come from?

At the moment when he was suspicious, the movement suddenly became apparent, and a vitality was recovering, and this vitality was extremely powerful, and the speed of recovery suddenly became faster.

The air of tyranny emerged from the battlefield.

Yang Kai's face changed suddenly, Huo Di got up, the thoughts surged, and he heard voices to the four sides: "Quickly display Qiankun's formula and return to the ink destroyer!"

More than 30 Kaitian realms that were still being trimmed also felt the vitality of the recovery before Yang Kai spoke out. They all stared at the battlefield suspiciously. At the moment, listening to Yang Kai ’s voice, they all looked astonished and realized the problem. Severity.

Therefore, no one hesitated, the people quickly dispersed, and their respective laws and regulations changed, urging Qiankun tactics.

A recovery of more than one hour, although not able to heal these martial artists who were hit hard, is enough to allow them to perform this not-so-expensive secret technique.

The ray of large arrays illuminated at the foot of more than 30 people, that was Qiankun Jue was urged, and the large array of Qiankun arranged on their respective branding and ink-driving ships had the echoing signs.

With just a few breaths of effort, everyone can return to the ink destroyer with the help of the Qiankun formula.

However, at this time, perhaps attracted by the fluctuations of the people when they urged Qiankun Jue, a powerful spiritual thought suddenly swept across the battlefield where the vitality recovered.

Yang Kai's face suddenly turned green.

The most worried thing happened.

Although he sensed the vigor and arrogance before, he could not judge the specific behavior of the other party. For insurance purposes, he would immediately let everyone escape, and now when the other party's mind comes up and down, the strength of the cultivation base is already clear.

Eight grades!The vitality recovered in the battlefield belongs to the Eighth Grade.

And Yang Kai is almost certain that this is definitely not the eighth rank of the North and South Army.

Although he did not know if the Eighth Rank Army fell to the sky in this battle, even though the Eighth Rankine really fell, if there were still whole corpses, the other Eight Ranks would not be left unattended, and they must be taken away. .

Only when the Eighth-ranking Mo Tuo fell behind, the Mo domain masters would ignore it.

There is still an eight-grade Mo Tuo left in the battlefield!This is something no one can think of.

When Yang Kai went to search the battlefield before, he didn't even notice it at all. Now it seems that the recovered Eighth Grade is most likely to have practiced some secret art, which can be faked and escaped, or else it can't escape the Eighth Grade. The detectives of the towns.

The human race has gone away, leaving only more than 30 old, weak and sick, and now facing a Bapin, the situation is worrying.

Yang Kai raised his throat in one heart.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths ...

The light of more than thirty magic circles became brighter.

By the third breath, the light of a circle burst suddenly, and the figure shrouded in light disappeared in place.

More than thirty people left three at once.

After the fourth breath, more people left.

But a dozen others remained in place.

Qiankun Jue is sometimes very useful, and sometimes it has a lot of drawbacks.

With the help of Qiankun tactics, human race soldiers can quickly return to the ink destroyer, but the personal cultivation is different, the distance is different, and it will affect the transmission time.

In general, the higher the cultivation level and the closer the distance, the shorter the time it takes for Qiankun Jue to perform.

The three people who left at the third breath were all Qipinxiu, so they left the fastest.

In the fourth breath, more than a dozen people walked away, all of them were of the sixth grade, and their cultivation was lower than the first grade, so they left slowly.

Most of the rest are fifth-grade, and a few are sixth-grade.Because they are repaired to the lowest, the transmission speed is also the slowest.

Under normal circumstances, when the Terran warriors perform the Qiankun tactics, they will try to ensure that they will not be interfered during the transmission, because once they are interfered, the transmission will inevitably lead to failure.

However, the situation was in a hurry. When everyone had a bad consciousness, they could only leave as soon as possible. There was no way to guarantee anything.

Seeing that after a breath or two, the rest of them would also leave, from the battlefield, a figure suddenly rushed out to the place where everyone gathered.

Before the man arrived, a large, green, and monstrous hand condensed by the power of heaven and earth was taken away from the sky.

Affected by the tyrannical force, the large array under the feet of a dozen people began to twist and transform.

Once that big hand grabbed them, these dozen people, not to mention life or death, at least the transmission will be interrupted, when a group of five or six ranks open to the sky, facing an eight rank Mo Tu, there is absolutely no way to live.

Yang Kai has been vigilant, and when he saw this scene, he immediately roared and jumped up the gun.

The shadow of the gun spread out in the sky and stabs towards that big hand. At the same time, the law of space is pushed to the extreme. Every gun has a powerful force of space.

The gun shadow was annihilated, and the big hands clenched, Yang Kai was grabbed into it.

But at the next moment, his figure was wrapped in a gun, rushed out of his big hand, and his figure flicked back to its place.

The numerous lights beside them finally enveloped everyone's figure. With the help of Yang Kaizheng's effort, more than a dozen five or six grades opened peacefully away.

Before leaving, every figure looked at Yang Kai in shock and worry.

They knew that without Yang Kai's momentary hindrance, they would definitely be left behind by the Eighth Grade Motu, but everyone left, and there was only one Yang Kai left. How could they pass the Eighth Grade?

As long as I knew it, it would be better to stay all and fight as hard as possible, although it is only more than 30 old and weak and sick, and if you work together, you can play a lot of power.

However, it is meaningless to think about this at the moment. When the vitality of the Eight Grades is recovered, everyone is ready to leave. No one expected that the Eight Grades of Motu will recover so fast.

In the silent air, Yang Kai carried the Canglong Gun, silently watching the figure coming out of the battlefield.

It is indeed the Eighth Grade Motu.

Covered with ink power, a huge bulge on his shoulder made the eight-grade Motu look like he had two heads, and there was more ink-like power in the bulge, which seemed extremely violent. .

He was interrupted by Yang Kai in the first shot, which made him no merit. Obviously, he was annoyed. A pair of eyes stared at Yang Kai somberly. The eyes were full of murderous opportunities: "Saved someone, did you save yourself? "

Yang Kai said softly: "Then you have to try it to know."

As he spoke, he quietly took out a world fruit to serve.

Although he has recovered some strength, he still has to adjust his state to the best in order to face an eighth grade.

Of course this eight grades ... not so.