Martial Peak

The strong man who returned to the virtual mirror shot with all his strength, and Yang Kai was naturally affected. His stagnation in the moment, the overwhelming attacks have come from the front, it is Wang Yuhan and others who took advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of these opportunities. These attacks have martial arts and secret treasures. Every one came out with anger, and there was a lot of posture to kill Yang Kai on the spot.

As long as Yang Kai died, those two women could not pose a threat to them at all.

Faced with such an attack, Yang Kai just flipped his hand, and a shield with purple rhythm appeared in his hand, and the shield suddenly burst out with a rich atmosphere of the two attributes of wind and earth. In a flash, a small sandstorm formed at the location of Yang Kai's three people, completely covering their bodies!

A loud noise came out that the attacks and the power of the treasures were bombarded on the sandstorm. They could not penetrate at all, and all were swallowed up by the sandstorm.

Seeing this, Wang Yuhan looked very cold.When he was buried in the male valley, he had seen Yang Kai use this virtual shield shield treasure. He naturally knew its extraordinary features, and now he personally attacked it, and he understood the shield's powerful defense.

Such defensive secret treasures, as long as the saints who hold the secret treasures are not exhausted, it is not possible for several of their holy king realms to be broken. It can be said that they are wrapped in sandstorms, and Yang Kai and others have become invincible.

"Okay!" The old man surnamed Wang gleamed in front of him, and he seemed excited to see some ecstasy: "This secret treasure old man wants it!"

Between the speeches, big hands spread out, and a huge palm transformed from Shengyuan directly grabbed the place where Yang Kai and others were. The five fingers fell like five mountains, and the sandstorm had not yet been caught. A feeling that the world is in control.

At the same time, an almost imperceptible golden light suddenly flew out of the sandstorm and suddenly turned into a sky of gold wire, wandering and cutting.

The sacred Yuan palm of the old man named Wang only lasted for less than one breath, and was broken and fragmented by this golden wire. It collapsed without any threat, and the golden wire suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Before Wang Yuhan and others reacted, the golden wire flashed in front of them, once again covering the sky, gathering into a large net, and covering all the saints of the King Realm.

"Be careful of this golden wire!" The old man named Wang hurriedly reminded him to suppress his own power towards the golden wire.

But to his horror, this golden wire was not disturbed by anything. Instead, it cut his momentum in a hurry and could not take shape at all.

"Impossible!" The old man with the surname Wang changed his face suddenly, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He cried in horror: "Demon Blood Spell Mystery! This is the Demon Blood Spell Mystery, you are the Demon Blood Slayer!"

He finally remembered the origin of this golden thread through some of his own knowledge.But what made him wonder was why the magic blood cloak would be golden. After all, he heard that the blood cloak of the magic blood religion was red.

The magic blood thread mystery is the entire dark star, there are few secrets that can break the potential.

"I am not a Demon Blood Sect, don't bother you!" Yang Kai was hidden in the sandstorm, his expression was indifferent, and his hand was golden like an arm, and he was caught off guard, and Wang Yuhan and several other saint warriors were covered in it.

Simultaneously, a vague order was given out.

Wang Yuhan and others are warriors in the two or three levels of the Holy King. Of course, their own strength is not too weak. Seeing that the old man named Wang is like a big enemy, no one knows how to use his strongest defense to defend this golden thread. One or two people have already cast a secret method and are ready to avoid it.

What shocked them was that they had n’t done anything yet, and suddenly there was a sudden pain in the sea, which made them uneasy for a moment, and the condensed holy element and secret treasure could not be urged, they could only watch The golden silk came to the head.

With a loud sneer, the golden thread flickered and was taken back by Yang Kai again.

However, Wang Yuhan and several other saints of the King Realm stood motionless on the spot, eyes full of horror, as if they saw something incredible.

"Yuhan!" The old man surnamed Wang shuddered.

"Seven Lords ..." Wang Yuhan responded with a mouthful of begging, and before he could finish the sentence, his body suddenly fell apart and turned into a pool of minced meat.

Wow ...

The other holy kings are like Wang Yuhan. They are like broken mirrors, falling apart, and the wounds are neat and smooth, as if they were cut by a sharp weapon.

With just one blow, all of these Holy King Realm Warriors fell here.

The scene was terrifying and horrible, with a bloody smell rising to the sky.

The old man surnamed Wang looked at the place where Wang Yuhan fell, staring at the neat pieces of broken limbs and broken corpses.

He could not accept such a scene.

The opponent is just a two-layered warrior of the Holy King. How can he be able to kill so many people in a flash to be not weaker than his opponent?This made him feel like he was in a dream. He couldn't believe it. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head to look at Yang Kai's position and gritted his teeth. "Boy, you dare to kill my grandson. What the hell did you use?" Conspiracy! "

"Conspiracy?" Yang Kai sneered and waved his hand. The dust storm that had been surrounding him suddenly dispersed, showing his body again, sneeringly looking at the old man named Wang, and said lightly: "When you die, you know . "

"Ignorant child, you also want to kill the old man!" The old man with the surname Wang smiled angrily, and the Shengyuan was turbulent, and the killing in his eyes was as strong as the substance, obviously because Wang Yuhan's death made him very angry.

The words fell, and suddenly a yellow bell appeared in his hand. The yellow bell was only the size of a slap and looked unremarkable, but Yang Kai narrowed his eyes and dared not be underestimated.

The other party has the strength to return to the virtual mirror. To deal with his two levels of a holy king, he actually dispatched the secret treasure. Although there are some reasons for anger, he obviously has to exert his full strength.

Just when he guarded against the strange power of Huang Zhong, the other party's wrist flickered, and a bell rang suddenly from it, and the bell rang into his ears. Yang Kai felt his heart beat violently. As soon as the blood flow in the body accelerates, an uncontrolled violence spreads out of the body.

"The old burial clock of the old man has never been used by the people of the Holy King Realm. It is also an honor for you to die under this bell!" The old man surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and shook the yellow in his hand gently. bell.

With the sound in his ears, Yang Kai's heartbeat again followed. This kind of beating was very strange and exaggerated. After two beats, Yang Kai felt a sharp pain in the heart and some illusion that the heart would burst.

Yang Kai's face changed drastically, and he immediately knew that any return to the virtual mirror could not be underestimated, especially for the young soldiers of the surname Wang, although their cultivation methods could not make a difference, but the means of killing the enemy followed The age grows more and more, more and more mysterious.

Under the urge of Shengyuan, he forced to suppress the pain and violent feelings in his heart. Baiyue figure had been sacrificed, and the shadows of mountains flew out of it, and the head was smashed towards the old man named Wang.

The rumbling sound was endless, but the old man with the surname Wang regarded the mountain as a shadow, and he was completely unmoved. Between his mouths, a black flag spit out, and the flag flew in the wind and suddenly turned into a dozen square feet. Covered on the head of the old man with the surname Wang, when the shadow of the mountain fell, the small flag suddenly rushed out of a strange shape, and could not see the virtual shadow of the face. These virtual shadows rushed against the mountain and made the mountain unable to fall. Cents.

"Boy, if you have any means to make it out, the old man will let you know today!" The old man surnamed Wang screamed wildly and decided to look like Yang Kai.

Yang Kai sneered again and again: "Old dog, have you made a mistake? I'm not alone with you!"

"You still expect these two little girls ..." The old man of the surname Wang sarcastically looked at Qianyue and Yang Yan before he finished his words, and his face suddenly changed. He saw that Yang Yan actually took out an exquisite and delicate , A treasure like a pagoda, gently tossed into the sky, then the pagoda was suspended in midair.

The pagoda has seven layers, each layer exudes different colors. The seven-layer pagoda starts to rotate after being suspended, the direction of rotation is also very different, the speed is more different, and between the rotation, there is a beautiful rhythm Suddenly resounded in the world.

The rhythm is extremely beautiful, as if there are many people holding different musical instruments and their ensemble, and their synchrony, are also very beautiful, and the rhythm is mixed with an invisible force, spreading out, not only purifying Yang Kai ’s violent violent, The pain in his heart was dispelled, and even the bell of the other party's funeral bell was covered up.

"Sound attack treasure!" Old man Wang surnamed looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes twitched endlessly.

His potential was broken by Yang Kai ’s golden blood, and the power of the Soul Bell also had this seven-story pagoda to contend with. He suddenly found that the other people were as if they were specially used to restrain him. This made him angry, and felt a little bit angry. Not good.

Yang Kai had already taken a step forward. The long sword that Mo Yan was rolling in his hand cleaved a shocking sword sword and attacked him. He laughed: "Old things, just because Wang Yuhan is jealous of the wind, you will put me to death. , Your elders are really competent, since you are here, do n’t leave! "

"The kid is rampant!" The old man named Wang would put this swordmand in his eyes. Sheng Yuan rolled down and pushed forward with one hand, breaking the swordmand directly.

But at the next moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his sea of ​​knowledge, as if something was doing wrong in it, making him suddenly change color and be a warning sign.

Before he could find his sea of ​​knowledge, there was another black attack like a sword, and the old man Wang surrendered his big hand again, hoping to break the attack as before.

The changes in Shihaili made him have no intention of investigating this attack at all. When his big hand came into contact with this dark attack, he realized that this was not a sword at all.

My heart screamed badly. It was too late to pull back. The dark attack, like the sharpest weapon, broke directly from the palm of his hand, like a hot knife rolling butter, without any hindrance, and cut all the way to the shoulder Office.

Half of the arms disappeared strangely, like being swallowed into the abdomen by invisible beasts.