Chapter 5217 Either You Die or I Die

A fight just now made Yang Kai aware of something strange.

The power of this eighth-rank Motu looks terrifying, but it actually has some embroidered pillows.

Because this guy is also injured, and the injury is not light, just from the surface, there is a huge gap in the waist and abdomen of this person. Although it was blocked by his urging force, there is still blood overflowing. Not only that, One of his eyeballs was blown out, and the remaining one eye stared at Yang Kai gloomily, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

If you think about it, you can understand that you need to rely on suspended animation to escape in the battlefield. Obviously, it is difficult to resist the one who was beaten before, and the residual injury on his body is the best proof.

What's more, he is only an eighth-rank black disciple, not a real eighth-rank Kaitian, and his strength is much worse than that of a real eighth-rank Kaitian. Even if he is at his peak, he may not be stronger than any domain master of the Black Ink Clan.

If he is alone, Yang Kai may not be willing to take the risk, relying on the space magic power, this eighth-rank black disciple who is seriously injured should not be able to do anything to him, even if he can't beat him, he can still escape.

However, he was not alone at the moment.

Next to him was a rank seven 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 accommodate the warriors under the high-rank Kaitian, but for the Kaitian realm, which is also a seventh-rank, there is no way to contain it.

With her, the possibility of Yang Kai wanting to get rid of the pursuit of this eighth-rank Motu is very small, so the current situation is only a battle.

Back then, Yang Kai joined hands with Bai Yi, and after going through untold hardships, they killed a seriously injured Zhufeng Territory Lord.

Hundreds of years later, facing a seriously injured eighth-rank black disciple alone, Yang Kai feels that he may not have a chance of winning. Compared with the past, his strength has greatly improved.

"Is the younger generation so arrogant today?" The eighth-rank Motu snorted coldly, and Yang Kai's answer obviously made him a little annoyed.

Yang Kai said lightly: "Although I know that you are not willing, but since you have fallen into the ink path, you are an enemy, and you are not qualified to be a senior."

While speaking, Yang Kai slapped a palm, and the gentle force swept through it, wrapping the unconscious seventh-rank woman not far away. In the next moment, the law of space surged, and the woman's figure was slightly dazed and disappeared in place. , when it reappeared hundreds of thousands of miles away, slowly drifting towards the depths of the void.

There will be a big battle next, Yang Kai has no way to protect the safety of this woman in the fierce battle, so he can only send her away quickly.

The eighth-rank Motu knew the intention of Yang Kai's move, but he didn't mean to stop it. For him, as long as he solved Yang Kai, he could easily catch up with the unconscious seventh-rank. Kill or stay, it's up to you.

However, Yang Kai's attitude undoubtedly made him extremely dissatisfied. He glanced at the seventh-rank woman who was sent away by Yang Kai, and the eighth-rank Mo disciple retracted his gaze and made a move. In the battlefield, a clear-eyed sword cry suddenly resounded. Qiankun, then, from the battlefield, a stream of light swept over quickly and was caught by him.

Yang Kai's face was solemn, and the Canglong Spear in his hand couldn't help clenching tightly.

He could see clearly that what flew out of the battlefield was a long sword, which should be the secret treasure of the eighth-rank Mo people.

From this point of view, this eighth-rank black disciple should be practicing kendo. Yang Kai secretly has a toothache. Those who are proficient in kendo are all proving the way by killing. In other words, those who practice kendo have extremely rich combat experience, and all It's hard to die.

This can be seen from Feng Ying's daily performance. She also practices kendo.

Moreover, a long sword that can be so valued by an eighth-rank is not much lower. Nurturing over countless years is enough for any eighth-rank to cultivate with his own secret treasure.

The only thing that makes Yang Kai feel fortunate is that the long sword secret treasure brought in by the eighth-rank Motu is dim, and it is obviously a loss of spirituality. There are even gaps on the sword body. , This Motu not only escaped from being beaten by fake death, but even the secret treasure was damaged.

After the eighth-rank Motu recalled his long sword, he shook a sword flower in his hand. Although it was just a simple handle, with the support of his powerful cultivation, when the sword flower bloomed, there was also an extremely dangerous breath. , it can be seen that this person does have good attainments in kendo.

Grabbing the sword with one hand and standing it in front of him, the eighth-rank Motu said: "The current king is the one who cherishes talents. I ask you, do you have the heart to return to the king's seat? If you agree, you can avoid death today. Because to tell the truth, the old man is not in a good state now, and he doesn't want to do anything with others."

A trace of sadness flashed in Yang Kai's eyes: "I was born in a human race, but now I work for the Mo clan, old man, have you forgotten the robes who fought alongside you more than 30,000 years ago and blocked the sword for you? You forgot the one who died in Dayan Pass. Are there countless soldiers?"

A flash of nostalgia flashed on the face of the eighth-rank Motu, and he quickly shook his head: "30,000 years, too long ago, who can remember it clearly?"

Yang Kai's eyes drooped: "The old man must have forgotten the simple desire and original intention of stepping into the battlefield of Mo!"

The eighth-rank Motu chuckled: "Young man, do you want to persuade the old man to return from the lost way? There is no need to waste your words. Since the day of Mohua, the old man is no longer a human race, so you don't have to teach the old man anything. "

Yang Kai nodded slightly: "In this case, I won't talk about it."

The eighth-rank Motu looked at Yang Kai and said, "It seems that you have made up your mind."

Yang Kai's body was writhing with fighting intent, the spear pointed forward, and said lightly: "Today, here, either you are dead, or I am dead!"

"Okay, okay!" Eighth-Rank Motu couldn't help nodding his head, "I think that when the old man was your age, he was so reckless and mad, but it's a pity... the years are not forgiving! You have a choice, then the old man is done. How about you? Junior, are you ready to die? In this state of the old man, if you don’t make a move, you must go all out to make a move, but you won’t be able to keep your hands at all.”

As soon as his words fell, Yang Kai suddenly appeared beside him like a ghost, Canglong spear speared like a dragon, and Da Zizai spear skill was directed at the enemy in front of him, venting away like a storm.

The eighth-rank black disciple obviously didn't expect Yang Kai's figure to be so treacherous. He was caught off guard for a while, and hurriedly raised his sword to block it. In an instant, thousands of sword beams bloomed and covered Yang Kai.

The two figures instantly formed a battle.

The spear shadow and sword glow fills the vast void, constantly collapsing, emerging, and starting again and again, and with the surging of the spear shadow and the sword glow, there is also the strong power of heaven and earth colliding endlessly, and the violent void is twisted and unstable.

The face of the eighth-rank Motu gradually became surprised.

Although he was seriously injured, the seventh-rank state was obviously not much better. Everyone survived a bloody and cruel battle, and no one was much better than the other.

Therefore, the eighth-rank Motu felt that he should not have to spend too much effort to kill this seventh-rank, but after the real fight, he realized that things were a little different from what he thought.

The seven-rank Kaitian movement method was strange, and he took the lead when he came up, forcing him to take the trouble to resolve it and restore the decline.

If the opponent is only an ordinary seventh-rank, that's all, even if he seizes the opportunity, it will not help, he can let the other party know what the difference in rank is.

But this seventh-rank youth is obviously not an ordinary seventh-rank. Every time they collide with each other's mighty forces, eighth-rank black disciples can clearly feel the pure and majestic power of the other party.

This is not at all the power that Seventh-Rank Kaitian can have. In terms of purity, even if it is not much worse than today's him.

The eighth-rank Motu couldn't help being a little shocked. He couldn't understand how this seventh-rank young man cultivated, and he was able to temper the power in the small universe to such an extent.

In his life, he has come into contact with a lot of 7-Rank Kaitian, but no one has ever been able to compare with the one in front of him.

The more pure the mighty power of heaven and earth is, the more powerful the power will naturally be. What's more, this young man's mighty power of heaven and earth also wants to be outstanding, which has surpassed the level of Rank 7.

Where did the freaks come from? The eighth-rank Mo disciples were puzzled.

In addition, this seventh-rank youth's accomplishments in the spear path also surprised him.

He cultivated swords all his life, and even if he became a black disciple, he never slackened his practice in kendo. After so many years, his attainments in kendo have reached a very high level.

But now, a young man with only the seventh-rank realm can actually use the way of the spear to fight against his swordsmanship. Although it is a little difficult to deal with, it can be seen that this young man's attainments in the way of the spear are extremely good.

This young man's spear path does not have such exquisite tricks and profound artistic conception as his, and some are just reckless. Every shot of his is moved at will, and it is completely impossible to see where he will attack next, but every time he shoots it. A shot is perfect.

This kind of spear path has become very comfortable, and just showing it, it gives people a pleasing feeling.

The mighty power of heaven and earth is pure and powerful, and his gun skills are extremely good. This young man really has arrogant capital, which is why he failed to win the opponent quickly as expected.

However, if this is the case, the final result will still not change anything. The fight will only take a moment, and the young man's preemptive opportunities will be lost little by little, and then the situation will gradually fall into the disadvantage.

It's just such a good talent, the eighth-rank Motu can't bear to kill the killer.

When he was a human race, he was a talent of love. Although he has been inked for 30,000 years now, and only ink is supreme in his heart, his personality still won't change much.

So the better Yang Kai performed, the more he couldn't bear to kill.

During the fierce battle, the eighth-rank Mo disciple again transmitted a voice: "Little friend, this old man asks you one last question, may I join the king's seat, and with your power, if you get the help of Mo's power, the future success will be achieved by this old man. Up, maybe you can get a glimpse of the Ninth-Rank Supreme Realm!"

Yang Kai kept on the offensive, and said in his mouth: "What if you can get a glimpse of the ninth-rank supreme? Be a servant of the Mo people and kill my people?"

The eighth-rank Motu said: "You have never felt the mystery of the power of ink, so how do you know the joy in it?"

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