Just now, Yang Kai noticed something strange.
This eighth-rank ink disciple, the power of his shot seems terrifying, but in fact there are some embroidered pillows.
Because this guy also had injuries, and his injuries were not minor. On the surface, there was a huge gap in the waist and abdomen of this person. Although he was blocked by his motivation, there was still blood overflowing. Not only that, One of his eyeballs was blown up, and the remaining one-eyed staring at Yang Kai gloomily, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
Thinking about it, it can also be understood that in the battlefield, it is necessary to rely on suspended animation to escape. Obviously, it is difficult to resist the previous fight, and the remaining injury on his body is the best proof.
What's more, he was only an 8-Rank Mo disciple, not a real 8-Rank Open Heaven, and his strength was much worse than a real 8-Rank Open Heaven. Even if he was at his peak, he might not be better than any domain master of the Mo Clan.
If he was alone, Yang Kai might not be willing to take risks, relying on the supernatural powers of space, this badly injured 8th-Rank Mo disciple should not be able to do anything with him, even if he couldn't beat him, he would still be able to escape.
However, he is not alone at the moment.
Next to him was a seventh-grade woman who had just been picked up from the battlefield and fell into a coma.
Yang Kai itself is a seventh-rank, and Xiao Qiankun can contain martial artists under the top-rank Open Heaven, but for the Open Heaven Realm, which is also a seventh-rank, there is no way to contain it.
Bringing her, Yang Kai wanted to get rid of this eighth-rank Mo disciple's pursuit of the possibility is very small, so the current situation, there is only one battle.
Back then, Yang Kai and Bai Yi joined forces, and after untold hardships, they beheaded a severely wounded Master of Wind Chaser.
After hundreds of years, facing a badly injured 8-Rank Mo disciple alone, Yang Kai felt that he might not have no chance of winning. He is now much better than he was in the past.
"Are the younger generations now so arrogant?" The Eighth-Rank Mo disciple snorted coldly, and Yang Kai's answer clearly annoyed him.
Yang Kai said lightly: "Although you know that you are not willing, but since you have fallen into the ink way, you are the enemy, and you are not qualified to be a senior."
While speaking, Yang Kai took a palm shot, and the soft power swept through it, wrapping the comatose 7-Rank woman not far away in it. In the next instant, the law of space surged, and the woman's figure was slightly tranced and disappeared in place. , When it appeared again, it was hundreds of thousands of miles away, slowly drifting towards the depths of the void.
There is bound to be a big battle next, and Yang Kai can't protect the woman's safety in the fierce battle, so he can only send her away quickly.
The eighth-rank Mo disciple knew Yang Kai’s intentions for this move, but he didn’t mean to stop him. For him, he only needed to solve Yang Kai, and he would naturally be able to easily catch up with the comatose seventh-rank. Whether to kill or stay depends entirely on your own will.
However, Yang Kai's attitude undoubtedly made him extremely dissatisfied. He glanced at the seventh-rank woman who was sent away by Yang Kai. The eighth-rank Mo disciple retracted his gaze. When he probed his hand, a clear sword sound suddenly resounded in the battlefield. Qiankun, then, from the battlefield, a stream of light rushed quickly, and he was caught in his hand.
Yang Kai's face was solemn, and the Canglong Spear in his hand couldn't help but clenched tightly.
He could see clearly that what flew out of the battlefield was a long sword, which should be the secret treasure of this eighth-rank Mo Clan.
From this point of view, this eighth-rank ink disciple should be a kendo of cultivating. Yang Kai secretly has a toothache. Anyone who is proficient in kendo can prove the dao by killing. It's hard to die.
This can be seen from Feng Ying's daily performance. She also practices kendo.
And the long sword that can be so valued by an eighth rank is not far lower, and countless years of warmth are enough to make any eighth rank and his own secret treasure to cultivate the life.
The only thing that made Yang Kai feel fortunate was that the long sword artifacts brought by the eighth-rank Mo disciple had a dim light, obviously a great loss of spirituality, and there were even gaps in the sword body. , This Motu not only escaped with a fake death being beaten, but even the secret treasure was damaged.
After the eighth-rank Mo Disc recalled his long sword, he shook a sword flower in his hand. Although it was just a simple handle, under the support of his powerful cultivation base, when the sword flower bloomed, there was also an extremely dangerous aura transmitted. , It can be seen that this person does have good attainments in kendo.
Grabbing the sword with one hand, standing in front of him, the eighth-rank Mo disciple said: "The current king is the one who cherishes talents. I would like to ask you one more question, can you have the heart to return to the king's seat? If you agree, you can avoid death today. Because to be honest, the old man is not in a good state now, and he doesn't really want to work with others."
A trace of sorrow flashed in Yang Kai's eyes: "I came from a human race, but now I am working for the Mo race, Lao Zhang, have you forgotten the robes that fought with you more than 30,000 years ago and protected you from the blood bath? You forgot the one who died in Dayan Pass. Are there countless soldiers?"
A trace of nostalgia flashed on the face of the eighth-rank ink, and he quickly shook his head: "Thirty thousand years, too long ago, who can remember it?"
Yang Kai's eyes drooped: "The old man must have forgotten his simple desire and original intention to step into the battlefield of Mo!"
The eighth-rank ink disciple chuckled: "Young man, do you want to persuade the old man to return when he is lost? Don't waste your tongue. Since the day of inkization, the old man is no longer a human race, so you don't have to preach to the old man. "
Yang Kai nodded slightly: "So, I won't say anything."
The eighth-rank Mo disciple looked at Yang Kai and said, "It looks like you have decided."
Yang Kai's fighting spirit was tumbling, his spear pointed forward, and he said lightly: "It's not you or me that die today!"
"Good, good!" The eighth-rank Mo disciple kept nodding, "I think that when the old man was as old as you, he was so wanton and crazy, but it's a pity... time is not forgiving! You have choices, and the old man has made you perfect. So what? Junior, are you ready to die? The old man is in this state. If he doesn't make a move, he will do his best.
As soon as his voice fell, Yang Kai suddenly appeared to his side like a ghost, the Canglong spear shot out like a dragon, and the free spear technique vented toward the enemy in front of him, like a violent storm.
The eighth-rank ink disciple obviously did not expect that Yang Kai's figure was so weird. He was caught off guard without any precaution. He hurriedly lifted his sword to block it. In an instant, thousands of sword lights bloomed, and he fell under the cover of Yang Kai.
The two figures instantly fought into a ball.
The spear shadow and sword light filled the vast void, constantly collapsed, emerged, and repeated, and with the surging of the spear shadow and sword light, there was also a strong force of heaven and earth colliding endlessly, and the excitement of the void was distorted and unstable.
The expression of the eighth-rank Mo disciple gradually became astonished.
Although he was seriously injured, his seventh-rank state was obviously not much better. Everyone had survived a bloody and cruel battle, and no one was much better than anyone.
Therefore, the eighth-rank Mo disciple felt that he should not have to spend too much effort to kill this seventh-rank, but after he really fought, he realized that things were a little different from what he thought.
This seventh-Rank Open Heaven Body Technique was weird, and he took the first opportunity when he came up, forcing him to bother to resolve and restore his decline.
If the opponent is just a general Seventh-Rank, it won't matter even if he seizes the opportunity, he can let the opponent know what the difference in rank is in his backhand.
But this seventh-rank youth is obviously not an ordinary seventh-rank, every time the world's mighty powers collide with each other, the eighth-rank Mo disciple can clearly feel the pure and vigorous strength of the other party.
This is not at all the power that the seventh-Rank Kaitian can possess. In terms of purity, even if it is not much worse than he is now.
The Eighth-Rank Mo disciple couldn't help feeling a little shocked, wondering how this seventh-Rank young man had cultivated to such an extent that he was able to temper the power in Small Universe.
He has been in contact with a lot of Seven-Rank Open Heaven in his life, but no one can compare with the one in front of him.
The purer the mighty power of heaven and earth, the greater the power in the gestures, not to mention, the vigor of this young mighty force of heaven and earth also wants to be outstanding, which has surpassed the level that the seventh rank should have.
Where did the freak pop up? Eight-Rank Motu is puzzled.
In addition, the talents of this seventh-rank young man in the gunway also surprised him.
He has been practicing swordsmanship throughout his life, even if he became a Mohist, he has never slackened in the practice of kendo. After so many years, he has reached an extremely high level of attainments in kendo.
But now, a young man with only a seven-rank realm was able to use guns to fight his swordsmanship. Although it was a bit difficult to deal with, it can be seen that this young man's skills in guns are extremely good.
This young man’s guns do not have his sophisticated tricks and profound artistic conception. Some are just shots voluntarily. Each of his shots moves according to his heart, and he can't see where he will attack next, but every A shot is amazing.
This kind of gunway is already at ease, and when it is displayed, it gives people a pleasing feeling.
Tiandiweili is pure and powerful, and his gun skills are extremely good. This young man really has arrogant capital. This is also the reason why he failed to win the opponent as expected.
However, if this is the case, the final result will still not change anything. Fighting is just a matter of time, and the young man's opportunity to seize will be lost little by little, and then the situation will slowly fall into a disadvantage.
Just such a good talent, the eighth-rank Mo disciple couldn't bear to hurt the killer.
When he was a human, he was a talented person. Although he has been inked for 30,000 years, his heart is the highest, but his personality still won't change much.
Therefore, the better Yang Kai performed, the more he couldn't bear the killer in his heart.
In the midst of the fierce battle, the 8th-Rank Mo disciple said: "My little friend, the old man asks you one last thing. I would like to be attached to the throne of the king. With your ability, if you can help me, your achievements in the future will be in the old man’s. It might be possible to get a glimpse of the Nine-Rank Supreme Realm!"
Yang Kai kept on the offensive, and said: "What about seeing the Nine-Rank Supreme? Be a running dog slave to the Mo people and kill my human soldiers?"
Eighth-Rank Mo disciple said: "You have never felt the mystery of Mo's power, how do you know that it is joyful?"