Martial Peak

Bipolar domain, war anxious.

Three hundred years ago, the Mo clan lost time and time again in the Xuanming Domain and lost a large number of domain owners. Although they negotiated with the eighth rank of the human race afterwards, the domain masters were really dead.

It seems that they are desperate to restore their face and aura. In several large domains, the Mo people have stepped up their offensives, among which the bipolar domain is the most!

The Mo people obviously regard this large area battlefield as their target, and they have continuously sent reinforcements to this area over the years, relying on their huge military advantage to suppress the human race.

Before the change, with the Mo Clan's offensive, the Bipolar Domain could not be kept anyway, but with the continuous refinement of the Evil-Breaking God Spear over the years, the Human Clan was not without resistance.

An evil god spear was refined by the refiners, and then the light of purification was sealed by the holy spirits who controlled the sun and lunar notes, and distributed to the hands of the strong human race, which played an extremely important role in World War I.

For this reason, almost half of the Divine Breaking Spear refined on the Xuan Ming Domain was sent to the Bipolar Domain.

Anyway, the Mo clan domain master of the Xuanming Region did not dare to make a move. The Xuanming Region's demand for the Evil Divine Spear was much smaller than that of other large regions.

In every war, the most shining thing in the sky is the pure light when the evil god spear bursts out. That round of light like a small sun illuminates the endless darkness, and the army of people is declining again and again. Persevere in.

When Yang Kai arrived in the Bipolar Region, the battle was at a fierce juncture. The overwhelming Mo army covered the void and declared its home court with a majestic posture. The various parts of the human army could only rely on the defenses built earlier to stand firmly. withstand.

The human army in the bipolar domain basically no longer has the ability to confront the Mo people head-on, but even the most stubborn defense will eventually be broken.

On the battlefield, human battleships shuttled back and forth, pouring out the power of secret arts and secret treasures, and the eighth rank humans were also fighting in blood.

Yang Kai condensed his breath, drifting towards the battlefield like a ghost.

There is no specific goal. He doesn't recognize any of these Mo tribe masters in the Bipolar Region, and kills anyone.

After three hundred years of retreat, the Canglong Spear has never been bloodied. It is time for the Mo clan experts in the Bipolar Region to feel the fear of being dominated.

Somewhere in the battlefield, a Human Race's eighth rank is fighting one enemy two, in a difficult situation.

However, the 8-Rank people do not know how many times they have faced such a situation, so even if it is difficult, they can barely persist. Moreover, he hides the evil spirit spear, which is not ready to send, which makes the two domain masters quite jealous and fights against each other. She didn't dare to go all out, and all had spare capacity to guard against sneak attacks that might come at any time.

During the struggle, the mighty force of heaven and earth collided with the force of Mo, and the void oscillated. All the Mo people shunned by the surroundings were swept by the aftermath of the confrontation.

This Human Race 8th Rank is now concentrating on dealing with the siege of the two domain masters, secretly thinking about whether it is time to fight the injury and severely damage a domain master.

When the battle between the eighth-Rank and the domain master was both injured, the human race still took advantage.

Because the eighth rank of the human race is injured, you can take the spirit pill to heal the injury, and you can meditate to recover.

There are only a few domain master-level ink nests in the bipolar domain, and now there are seriously injured domain masters in them to heal. If more domain masters are injured, they must go to the level without returning, there are more There are more than one hundred king-level ink nests.

Over the years, the territories who have been severely injured constantly go to the customs without returning to heal their injuries, and there are also territories who have recovered from their injuries, who have never returned to the customs.

It is precisely by relying on this kind of play that hurts both sides that the eighth rank of the human race can effectively contain the number of Mo clan masters participating in the war.

If all the Mo clan domain masters were to participate in the war, the Human Race's eighth rank would be unstoppable, and at least two or three large domain battlefields had to be given up to shrink the forces.

But the human race shrinks its forces, and the Mo family can also concentrate its forces. This is also the reason why the human race is not willing to easily lose any large-scale battlefield.

The eighth rank of the human race quickly settled attention, ready to find a chance to sell a flaw, lead a certain domain master to take action, and fight with him, as long as he does not die, he will make a profit.

But before he could really do anything, a voice suddenly came into his ears, the eighth rank was startled first, and then overjoyed.

The surface is silent, secretly gaining momentum.

After a few breaths, he suddenly shouted: "Death and die together!"

Saying like this, an evil god spear in his hand turned into a streamer, and it blasted towards a domain master, putting on a desperate posture.

The two Mo tribe domain masters had long been wary of this, and when they saw this, they urged the power of Mo and instantly condensed a rich ink cloud in front of them.

This is also a method developed by the domain masters to destroy the evil spirit spear.

The pure light of purification is really the nemesis of Mo's power, and once the Evil Spirit Spear is shot, the domain masters' reaction speed is also difficult to avoid.

Since it can't be avoided, then urge the huge power of ink to offset the power of the light of purification.

At the moment the light bursts, neither the eighth rank nor the domain master can see it.

However, the confrontation heated up at this moment.

Both sides thought they had the chance to win, and the killer moves were repeated in an instant.

The strong ink power was almost instantly dissipated, and one of the domain masters who had been hit by the Evil Divine Spear even groaned, and his breath fell.

Another intact domain master poke out a palm from the pure white light, resisting the pain of being burned, and slammed his palm toward the eight-Rank.

Being so close to each other, the Eighth-Rank Human Race had only spurred the Evil God Spear. This palm was inevitable, and he could almost imagine the scene where the 8-Rank Human Race was seriously injured and bloodied.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be a very weak wave of spirit power, and immediately after the Mo clan master felt as if his mind was torn apart, his headache was splitting, his mind was shaking, and the power of the ink was scattered. Come.

The big hand that came out was cast and stagnated, and there was pain in his chest.

When I looked down, I saw a long spear passing through my chest, violent power exploded in the body, and the huge body instantly exploded into countless pieces, exploding around.

The two domain masters were guarding against the Eighth Rank Human Crowd Spears, how could they have thought that someone would secretly use means to inflict heavy damage on the souls, and they would fall like this without watching them.

In the bloody rain, Yang Kai stood with a gun, his brows raised slightly.

After retreating once, killing the domain master... it seems easier.

Secretly sighed, the Open Heaven Realm martial artist, especially the high-rank Open Heaven Realm, really still needs a long time to cultivate and accumulate their own knowledge.

Three hundred years of hard work in retreat, countless refining resources, coupled with the condensing effect of Xiao Qiankun's neutron tree, Yang Kai feels that his own heritage is at least 10% stronger than before the retreat!

It is said that ginger is old and spicy, which is especially obvious at the level of the Open Heaven Realm.

He is no longer the one who was promoted to Kaitian at the beginning of the year, and he can be regarded as an old ginger.

The benefits are far more than the increase in the background. In order to cultivate the human body, he splits his own soul. This kind of separation is not as simple as urging the soul to stab. He needs to cultivate the three points into one tactic. Divided into two.

For this reason, I was weak for three hundred years.

It was only with Wen Shenlian's nourishment and repair that he slowly recovered.

But the growth is also obvious. In those days, Yang Kai had a headache every time he urged the soul thorn, but he got used to it, so he could bear it.

But today, he urged the soul thorn again, and the pain was much lighter than before.

The power of the soul has also grown!

Many thoughts flashed in his mind, and the fragments of the Mo tribe domain master that burst open and passed by.

On the other side, the Eighth-Rank Human Race who had been prompted by Yang Kai's voice transmission slammed into the domain master who was hit by the Evil Spirit Spear.

The sudden change made this domain master's head a little unusable, and he couldn't understand why his companion died like this. At this moment, he was stiffening his head and turned his head to look at Yang Kai.

In the original plan, he was forced to accept an evil spirit spear, with the help of the power of the ink that was activated in advance to offset the power of the evil spirit spear, and then teamed up with his full-strength companion to have a chance to severely damage or even take down the opposite Human Race Eight. Product.

But in an instant, the companion beside him died unexpectedly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a young man with a cold expression and one-armed gun standing beside him quietly.

The face of the young man was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere...

"Yang Kai!" After a moment of hesitation, the domain master finally remembered where he had seen this human youth.

This guy is Yang Kai who can't raise his head and suppressed the domain masters of Xuanming Realm. He is the human race who escaped from the Lord Lord's hand after making a fuss and never returned!

Almost all the strong Mo people have seen Yang Kai's image!

Rumor has it that this person has unpredictable methods that can instantly kill the innate domain master.

On the Xuan Ming domain, almost thirty domain masters died directly or indirectly at this person's hands. The king was furious and severely reprimanded the six arms sitting there.

The Mo Clan of the Xuanming Domain even forced to agree to Yang Kai's request for peace, which caused the Mo Clan master over there to not intervene in the war.

When the news came out, countless Mozu experts in various areas of battlefields were surprised. Many domain owners felt that the Xuanming area had exaggerated Yang Kai's strength. This guy was only an eighth rank. How can he be alone? The Mo Clan of the entire Profound Ming Realm under pressure couldn't lift his head, and Xiang Shan didn't have this ability.

The domain owner had such thoughts before, and felt that Six Arms were so weak!Then Yang Kai could only tremble in the Profound Ming Realm, and if he dared to come to the Bipolar Realm, he would definitely let him know the sinister world.

Now he is here!

This domain master just realized that his thoughts were too wishful thinking, and the Mo clan powerhouse in the entire large domain battlefield that could be suppressed by one person could not move, even if it was exaggerated, it was also a manifestation of his strength.

He didn't even figure out how his companion died.

There is no need for him to figure it out. Just when he lost his mind, the eighth-rank Human Race had already hit him with a punch, and the violent heaven and earth exploded, and the territorial lord’s chest was sunken, and a mouthful of ink spurted out. .