When the Void Returning Mirror powerhouse shot with all his strength, Yang Kai was naturally affected. The moment his figure was stagnant, an overwhelming attack had already struck from the front. It was Wang Yuhan and others who took the opportunity to attack. These attacks have martial skills and the power of secret treasures. , Everything came out with anger, there was a posture to kill Yang Kai on the spot.
As long as Yang Kai died, the two women would not pose a threat to them.
Faced with such an attack, Yang Kai just flipped his hand, and a shield of purple rhyme appeared in his hand. Then the shield burst out with a strong atmosphere of two attributes, and suddenly a rush of sand and gust of wind was rolled up in the flat ground. In an instant, a small dust storm formed at the location of Yang Kai's three people, completely covering the three of them!
There was a loud noise, and those attacks and the power of the secret treasure bombarded the sandstorm, which could not penetrate at all, and they were all swallowed up by the sandstorm.
Seeing this situation, Wang Yuhan's face was very cold. When he was buried in Xionggu, he had seen Yang Kai use this virtual-level high-grade shield artifact, and he naturally knew its extraordinary. Now he personally attacked, and he understood the shield's strong defense.
This kind of defensive treasure, as long as the martial artist's Saint Yuan holding the secret treasure is not exhausted, it is not at all that they can break through the Saint King Realm. It can be said that it is wrapped in sandstorms, and Yang Kai and others are already invincible.
"Okay!" The old man surnamed Wang brightened his eyes, and he seemed to be a little pleased with the hunt, and said excitedly: "I want this secret treasure, old man!"
As he spoke, his big hand opened, and a huge palm transformed from Saint Yuan directly grabbed the place where Yang Kai and the others were. The five fingers are like five mountain peaks falling, and before the sandstorm is actually caught, there is a feeling that the world is under control.
At the same time, an almost imperceptible golden light suddenly flew out from the sandstorm, and suddenly turned into a sky full of golden threads, wandering and cutting.
The huge Saint Yuan palm of the old man Wang lasted for less than a breath, before being cut to pieces by the golden thread, crashed into pieces, and no longer threatened, the golden thread all over the sky suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Not waiting for Wang Yuhan and others to react. The golden thread has flashed in front of them leisurely. Once again, it covered the sky and the ground, and gathered into a big net, covering all the martial artists of the Holy King Realm.
"Be careful with this golden thread!" The old man surnamed Wang hurriedly reminded, suppressing the power of his own power toward the golden thread.
But what horrified him was that. This golden thread was not only unobstructed. On the contrary, his potential is also cut to pieces. It can't be formed at all.
"Impossible!" The old man surnamed Wang's face changed drastically. He suddenly seemed to think of something, and cried out in horror: "Devil Blood Thread Secret Art! This is the Demon Blood Thread Secret Art of the Demon Blood Sect. You are a member of the Demon Blood Sect!"
He finally thought of the origin of this golden thread through some of his own experience. But what made him wonder why the Secret Art of Demon Blood Thread was golden, after all, he heard that the Demon Blood Thread of Demon Blood Sect was red.
The magic blood thread secret technique is the entire Dark Star, there are few secret techniques that can break the momentum.
"Am I a member of the Demon Blood Cult? Don't worry about it!" Yang Kai's figure was hidden in the sandstorm, his expression was indifferent, his hands were golden like arms and fingers.
At the same time, a vague command was issued with a movement of divine mind.
Wang Yuhan and others are all martial artists in the second and third level of the Saint King. Of course, their strength is not weak. Seeing that the old man surnamed Wang is so close to the enemy, I don’t know how to use my strongest defensive method to defend this golden thread. There were one or two people who had already used secret methods and prepared to avoid them.
But what horrified them was that they hadn’t made any movements yet, and there was a sudden violent pain in the sea of consciousness, which made them feel unstable for a moment, and the condensed sacred yuan and secret treasures could not be moved, they could only watch. The golden thread fell on his head.
The sneer made a loud sneer, and the golden thread disappeared in a flash, and was once again taken back by Yang Kai.
But Wang Yuhan and several saint king realm martial artists stood motionless, their eyes were full of horror, as if they had seen something incredible.
"Yuhan!" The old man surnamed Wang trembled and shouted.
"Seven Master..." Wang Yuhan responded with a begging expression on his face. Before he could finish a sentence, his body suddenly fell apart and turned into a pool of minced meat.
Wow...
The other holy kings also looked like Wang Yuhan, Qi Qi was like a broken mirror, falling apart, the wounds were neat and smooth, as if they had been cut open by some sharp weapon.
With just one blow, all these saint king realm martial artists fell here.
The scene was extremely horrifying, and the smell of blood rose to the sky.
The old man surnamed Wang looked at the place where Wang Yuhan had fallen, staring at the neatly broken limbs and corpses, and he was mad in anger in an instant.
He could not accept such a scene.
The opponent is just a Saint King two-level martial artist, how can he be able to kill so many opponents who are not weaker than his in an instant? This made him feel like he was in a dream. He really couldn't believe it. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head to look at the location of Yang Kai, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, you dare to kill my grandson, what did you use? Conspiracy!"
"Conspiracy?" Yang Kai sneered and waved his hand. The dust storm that had been surrounding him suddenly dissipated, showing his figure again, looking at the old man surnamed Wang mockingly, and said calmly: "When you die, you will know. ."
"Ignorant child, just because you want to kill the old man!" The old man surnamed Wang was very angry and grinned. He was full of turbulence and murderousness in his eyes. It was obviously because Wang Yuhan's death made him very angry.
When the words fell, a yellow clock suddenly appeared in his hand. The small yellow clock was only the size of a palm and looked inconspicuous, but Yang Kai narrowed his eyes and did not dare to underestimate it.
The other party has the strength of the Void Returning Mirror, and it actually used the secret treasure to deal with the two-layer Saint King realm. Although there were some reasons for the anger, it was obviously going to do its best.
Just when he was guarding against the weird power of the yellow clock, the other party's wrist flicked, and a bell rang suddenly from it. The bell ringing into his ears, Yang Kai felt his heart beat violently. , Immediately the blood flow in the body accelerated, and an uncontrolled violence spread from the body.
"Old man, this soul burial bell has never been used by anyone in the Holy King Realm. It is your honor to die under this bell!" The old man surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and shook his yellow hand again. Bell.
With the sound in his ears, Yang Kai's heartbeat followed again. This beating was very strange and exaggerated. After beating twice, Yang Kai actually felt severe pain in his heart and the illusion that some of his heart was about to burst open.
Yang Kai's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately knew that any Void Returning Mirror could not be underestimated, especially for a young warrior like Wang. Although their cultivation base can't make any progress, the means to kill the enemy follow. As the age grows more and more, more and more mysterious.
Under the urging of Sheng Yuan, he suppressed the pain and violent feeling in his heart forcibly. Baiyuetu had already been sacrificed, and the shadows of the peaks flew out of it, smashing at the old man surnamed Wang.
The rumbling sound was endless, but the old man surnamed Wang regarded the mountain as phantom and unmoved at all. He opened his mouth and spit out a small black flag. The small flag opened in the wind and suddenly turned into a radius of more than ten meters. Covered above the head of the old man surnamed Wang, when the phantom of the mountain peak fell, the small flag suddenly rushed out of a strangely shaped, unclear phantom. These phantoms collided with the mountain peak, making the mountain unable to fall. Cents.
"Boy, you can do everything if you have any means, the old man will let you know today!" The old man surnamed Wang yelled wildly, as if he was sure of Yang Kai.
Yang Kai sneered again and again: "Old dog, did you make a mistake? I'm not alone with you!"
"You still count on these two little girls..." The old man surnamed Wang looked at Qianyue and Yang Yan sarcastically. Before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed. He saw that Yang Yan had taken out an exquisite piece. The secret treasure, which looked like a pagoda, was gently thrown into the sky, and the pagoda was suspended in mid-air at once.
The pagoda has seven layers, and each layer exudes a different color. After the seven-layer pagoda is suspended, it starts to rotate. The direction of rotation is very different, and the speed is even more different. Between the rotations, there is a beautiful rhythm. Suddenly resounded through the world.
The rhythm is extremely beautiful, as if there are many people holding different instruments in an ensemble, and it is in harmony, and it is also very beautiful, and the rhythm is mixed with an invisible force, scattered in all directions, not only purifying Yang Kai’s violence, It dispelled the pain in his heart, and even concealed the sound of the other party's soul burial bell.
"Yin Gong Secret Treasure!" The old man surnamed Wang looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes twitching.
His power was broken by Yang Kai’s golden blood, and the power of the Soul Burial Bell was also contended by this seven-story pagoda. He suddenly discovered that the other people seemed to have been specifically to restrain him, which made him feel a little angry. Not good.
Yang Kai has already taken a step forward. The long sword in his hand smashed a sky-shattering sword light, attacked him, laughed and said: "Old stuff, just because Wang Yuhan is jealous of the wind, you will kill me. , Your elders are really competent, since you are here, don't leave!"
"The kid is crazy!" The old man surnamed Wang would not put this sword light in his eyes, Sheng Yuan rolled down, pushed forward with one hand, and directly broke the sword light.
But the next moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his sea of consciousness, as if something was doing evil in it, and it was also a warning sign that made him change color suddenly.
Before he had time to investigate his own sea of consciousness, he faced another attack like a sword glow in pitch black, and the old man surnamed Wang again put out his big hand, wanting to break through the attack as before.
Knowing the changes in the sea, he didn't even bother to investigate this attack. When his big hand came into contact with this dark attack, he knew that it was not a sword light at all.
It was too late to scream in my heart, and it was too late to withdraw. The dark attack was like the sharpest weapon, which broke directly from the palm of his hand, like a hot knife rolling butter, without the slightest obstacle, cutting all the way to the shoulder. Place.
Half of his arm disappeared strangely, like being swallowed by an invisible beast. (To be continued)