Martial Peak

"If the joy of self is extinguished, don't forget it!"

"Little friend really so obsessed?"

"Different road non-phase plan!"

"Hum, toast without eating fine wine! If so, then blame the old man for ruthlessness!"

In a few words, Bapin Motu suddenly became fierce.

He did have a heart for love, and Yang Kai's attitude was so firm that he couldn't help but conquer the mind.And considering that this kind of place should not be kept for a long time, although the Terran Army has gone away, only dozens of people have fled. If the Terran Bapin Kaitian was informed that he had swindled to death and escaped, there might be Bapin coming to clean up he.

In his current state, if there is a Eighth Grade open to the sky, it must end in tragedy.

The long sword trembles, and the thousands of swords suddenly close, and they gather together in an instant.

The violent and unmatched power was overwhelming, and Yang Kai was shocked all over his body. Even with all his strength, he couldn't stop his prestige. His sharp sword raged, the ragged clothes were ragged, and the blood raged.

Under that great power, the whole person was slashed out like an arrow off the string.

The Eighth Rank Mo Tuo did not spare him, and followed him like a tarsal maggot. His long sword waved unscathed in his hand.

Looking from afar, the sword spirit is endless, as if transformed into a river of sword energy, and Yang Kai is at the end of the river.

Xuan Jian Fudi's star chase after the moon!

Yang Kai instantly understood the foundation of the old man.

After so many years of fighting in the battlefield of Mo, he has built a lot of elites in the heavenly blessings, and he knows some magical magic techniques in the heavenly blessings of the big caves.

In front of him, the old man was obviously showing the chasing the sword by the stars, this is the sword trick of Xuanjian Fudi.

But even if you know this, you can't change the decadent situation.

Both Yang Kai and the Eighth Grade Mo Tuo have just survived a brutal battle. Although the Eighth Grade Mo Tu suffered more serious injuries than Yang Kai, the rank of the rank should be higher than the first rank. The state of Yipin is enough to form a crushing trend.

This is Yang Kai. For any other seventh grade, I am afraid that it has already fallen into the hands of these eight grades.

Under the storm-like attack, Yang Kai is almost difficult to parry, and the free-spirited shooting has been exerted to the extreme, and it is still difficult to block the opponent's swordsmanship.

The wanton sword gas contains great power, and he is cut and bruised all over.

And as the old man's swordmans continued to cut out, the distance between the two sides was also rapidly narrowed, and the old man's sword intentions became more and more lingering.

A great sense of crisis shrouded Yang Kai. Although he did not know why, he could clearly feel that when the distance between them is close to a certain level, the old man will have a magical magical power to display. The time will be divided between birth and death.

How can he make each other happy?

Seeing that the eight-pink Moist figure continued to approach, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, the right eye became dark like an abyss, and as the eyes changed, the entire void seemed to be covered with a curtain.

At the same time, a majestic golden erector appeared in the left eye.

Among the golden priests, the reflection of the Eighth Grade Motu was reflected. Under the pupil technique, the Eighth Grade Motu's reflection was distorted strangely.

The Bapin Motu, who was being bombarded indiscriminately against Yang Kai, was suddenly engulfed by thunder, as if there was a huge force in him, which made him feel pain and stiffened involuntarily.

To the strange eyes of Yang Kai, Bapin Motu was amazed: "Emperor Demon Eye, Purgatory Black Pupil?"

This young man is actually the devil of Wan Motian?

But the old man did not feel any magical energy from him from beginning to end.

In this way, either this young man has been hiding his origin before, or he is not a disciple of Ten Thousand Demons, but has used the merits of the two great secrets in the battlefield of Mexico to redeem the practice of the two secret techniques.

If the former is enough, if the latter, then this young man is a little bit terrible.

Anyone who can redeem this unsecret secret practice method, is not only a person with outstanding warfare merits, but all of them are elite human races contaminated with the blood of countless Mo clan.

However, although this young man's attainments in these two pupils are not bad, but the step-by-step display, the effect can be very limited.

So when the old man's thoughts turned around, the influence of the two pupils on him was gone.

Yang Kai earned this effort.

The cries of Jinwu sounded, the sun rose, and the power of the Huanghuang filled the void.

The old man recovered, and that day he broke his sword and slammed into his eyes.

"Supernatural powers!" The old man raised his eyebrows and admired in his heart that although the seven-grade young man was not as good as him, he was extremely good at grasping the fighter. He must have sensed what he did, so he only showed the two big pupils. Surgery, followed by a supernatural power, wanting to disrupt his deployment.

I have to say that it is indeed a coup.

If it weren't for the youth's means, the old man could now cast a killer skill and take his life away.

The magical powers of the Seventh Grade open the sky, that is, the Eighth Grade Motu like the old man did not dare to underestimate. In desperation, he could only lift his sword to resolve.

It also refers to a touch on the sword, when the great power of the whole body surging, the long and dull long sword suddenly shined suddenly, the ferocious sword was cut off, and the day was broken into two halves. Jin Wu, who sounded, seemed to hear a wail.

The old man kept moving in his hand, and another mysterious sword was exhibited, counting the sword to the side of the void.

When the last sword was pointed out, Yang Kai's figure just showed up. In an instant, Yang Kai felt that there was a force of repression around him, and all the parties were sealed.

This situation blackened his face.

Worthy of being eight grades, he was able to anticipate the enemy's first chance. After the golden Wuzhu day magical power was released, he went straight to the old man. Now that he is in this situation, he seems to be in the net, and the series of actions seems very stupid.

Strictly speaking, this is also Yang's first fight with Bapin.

Although the other party is not really an eighth grade opener, it is also an eighth grade motu.

He experienced the horror and intangibility of the Eighth Grade. He was still a Eighth Grader who was hit hard. What should he do?

What if they are the real Bapin general towns?

Comparatively speaking, the masters of the wind-stricken areas that had been hit hard in those days had to deal with it better.

Being of the same human race, this eight-ranked Motu really knew the human mind more than the domain master.

Fortunately, Yang Kai is proficient in the laws of space. He does n’t know what mysterious old man ’s sword tricks are. There is a slight effect of space sealing in the exhibition, but this effect can be used against other seven grades, but it is not enough to deal with Yang Kai. used.

Under the urging of the law of space, the void of the sealed town was broken instantly, Yang Kai withdrew and retreated, the old sword in his hand had been hacked in the head, and the sharp sword mandrel fluctuated on the tip of the sword.

When Yang Kai stood up again, a blood stain spread all the way from his forehead to his abdomen, with bones deep.

It is conceivable that if he only retreated a bit slower, he might be cut into two halves by the old man's sword. At that time, even if he had a dragon body, he would not know if he could withstand that blow.

Passing by with death, Yang Kai had his face as usual.

The old man rushed straight in. This battle took longer than he imagined. The more he procrastinated, the more crisis he felt in his heart, so he must end the battle as soon as possible.

"You are hard to get entangled, junior!" The old man was surging wildly with great power, and every sword move contained horror damage, and he almost went all out.

Yang Kai ’s various methods are extremely strange, making people unpredictable, so the old man decided to force it down. No matter how many magical methods this young man has, the gap in grade is always his flaw. The old man will never fight with him. It all depends on the sword in his hand.

"The original words will be returned!" Yang Kai gritted his teeth and resisted the old man's mad attack.

If the high-ranking warrior wants to suppress the low-ranking warrior with super-repair, the latter has no good way to resolve it.

However, manpower is sometimes poor, and there are times when it cannot be sustained. Once it cannot be sustained, it is the difference between life and death.

In just a few dozen breaths, Yang Kai added another dozen wounds with visible bones on his body. The most serious one was on the neck and neck. Half of the neck was almost cut off by the old man, and the golden blood surged.

As Yang Kai's injury worsened, the force of resistance seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

This is also normal. Even if the old man wants to come and withstand such an attack for so long, and not to mention Yang Kai's serious injury, Xiao Qiankun may not be able to support it.

It's amazing to be able to persist for so long.

"Junior, do we need to be stubborn?" The old man snorted.

Yang Kai gritted his teeth and refused to answer. His intention to resist was obvious.

"Death!" The old man snorted coldly, shaking the sword in his hand, and attacked Yang Kaixin.

This blow was the last blow. Judging from the performance of the young talent, he could not resist the blow.

But at this time, the Eighth Grade Motu suddenly saw Yang Kai raise his hand and cast his long gun secret.

Although it was just a free throw, but under the strong support of the other party, he also instantly broke through the void and came straight to the door.

The old man would naturally not be hit by such a poor attack. The long sword handed forward was only slightly picked, and then the Canglong gun was picked out.

At the same time, he saw the young man across ran towards his long sword and raised a punch to sway towards himself.

Instinctively, these eight grades feel a bit wrong, but how can he think so much at such a critical moment?

The long sword instantly penetrated Yang Kai's chest, and the violent sword gas exploded, looting at the wound.

His fist did not hit the old man, and he stopped less than three inches from the old man.

The old man looked at Yang Kai lightly, without sadness and joy.

He has given the other party a choice, and since the other party is determined to die, he can only send him on the road.

But when Fang Cai's sword attacked him, he keenly felt that the other party had twisted his body, so this sword should not be hit.

But it doesn't matter. After eating his sword, this young man is not much better, even if he doesn't die.

When he was thinking this way, Yang Kai suddenly grinned at him, and spit out two words in his mouth: "Beating the Bull!"