Chapter 5219 Narrow Victory

If there is a choice, between a black ink domain master and an eighth-grade black disciple, Yang Kai is more willing to deal with the latter.

Although the methods of the eighth-rank black disciples are more unpredictable and unpredictable than the domain masters, the black disciples are fundamentally human, and they know how to play with people's hearts, but Yang Kai would rather face an eighth-rank black disciple than Go to face the ink domain master.

He has the Secret Technique of Fighting Bulls, which is a secret technique that he developed based on the laws of space and specifically aimed at the small universe of the Open Heaven Realm.

In the major caves and blessed places, there are also some secret techniques that are specifically aimed at the small universe of the Open Heaven Realm, but after so many years, Yang Kai has never found which secret technique has its own bull-fighting secret technique.

It's a pity that his secret technique needs to be motivated by the laws of space, and no one else can practice it except him.

Moreover, as the Light of Purification spreads in the major gates, the number of Mo disciples on the battlefield is also decreasing, and the various secret techniques aimed at Xiao Qiankun on the Terran side have also lost their usefulness.

The Black Ink Clan has no small universe, and this type of secret technique is useless against the Black Ink Clan on the battlefield.

Yang Kai has not used the Bull Fighting Secret Technique for many years, and he still remembers the last time he used it to deal with the Blood Raven in Broken Sky.

It took hundreds of years to perform this secret technique once again.

Although I haven't practiced it for a long time, the stronger my own strength, the stronger the power of the secret technique will naturally be.

When he realized that his opponent was an eighth-grade black disciple, Yang Kai had already decided to use the bull-fighting secret technique to settle the matter. Although there were some reasons why his strength was not as good as the opponent's, he did it deliberately, so as to paralyze the opponent. Let these eighth-rank ink disciples relax their vigilance.

The power of this secret technique is good, but it takes some time to use it.

The profound meaning of the bull-fighting secret technique is to trace back to the source, the source of the power to bombard the opponent from the source - Xiao Qiankun.

This requires a process and time. Based on Yang Kai's current 7th rank Kaitian cultivation base, to trace the source of the power of an 8th rank black disciple, it takes almost a stick of incense in time.

And since he has played against each other until now, it's just been so long, just right!

It is difficult for an ordinary seventh rank to hold on to a stick of incense under the hands of an eighth rank Motu.

The successful display of the cow-fighting secret technique means that the outcome of this battle is doomed.

These eighth-rank black disciples want to break through all methods with one force, and Yang Kai has to fight his wits and courage, which is also a necessary choice when the realm is low.

The long sword pierced through Yang Kai's chest, and the eighth-rank Motu seemed to be able to cut Yang Kai into two pieces with just one swipe, but he had no chance.

Because just when he thought about it, suddenly there was a surging and ferocious force that exploded in the small universe, and in an instant, the small universe was turned upside down and turbulent.

The instability of Xiao Qiankun directly led to the loss of strength of the eighth-rank Motu. At this moment, he could hardly even hold the sword in his hand.

With this opportunity, how could Yang Kai miss it, a fierce punch slammed into the head of the eighth-rank Motu who was close at hand.

With his current cultivation base, coupled with the terrifying power endowed by the body of the dragon vein, at such a close distance, if the opponent receives such a punch, his head will definitely explode.

After all, it was an eighth-rank. At this critical juncture of life and death, the huge sarcoid on his shoulder that looked like another head suddenly burst open, and an extremely rich ink force poured out from it, like a liquid, turning into a ferocious giant mouth, Swallow Yang Kai's fist.

The sudden change made Yang Kai also startled.

He never thought that the tumor on the other side's shoulder had such a strange ability. He always thought that the tumor was just the sequelae left by the other side's use of the power of ink to break through his own shackles.

The fist slammed into the huge mouth that the power of ink turned into, and Yang Kai suddenly felt a sticky feeling. Every time he slammed forward, the power on the fist weakened.

By the time Yang Kai smashed into the head of the eighth-rank Motu, the destructive power contained in his fist had been cut by half.

Even if it was cut, this punch still blasted the eighth-rank Motu, but the scene of blowing his head as expected did not appear.

The long sword was brought out by the old man's body flying backwards, and the blood in the wound was soaring, Yang Kai couldn't help but snorted.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to care about his injury at all, so he finally used the secret technique of fighting cattle. If he couldn't get rid of him before the opponent fully recovered, then all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Yang Kai estimates that his secret technique of fighting cattle can only affect the opponent's three-breath kung fu at most!

So when the old man flew out, he also stepped out one step at a time. Under the ups and downs of the laws of space, the whole person followed behind the old man like a maggot on the tarsus.

The law was changed, and the mighty power of heaven and earth in the small universe poured out like a flood of sluice gates.

The great sun rises, and the golden crow sings.

Yang Kai grabbed the big day with one hand and slammed the old man down fiercely.

The moment the old man was blasted out, he was alert to Yang Kai's actions.

The moment of Xiao Qiankun's turbulence was the most vulnerable time in his life. He did not expect that the other party, a seventh-rank Kaitian, would force a eighth-rank like him to such a degree.

What a shame!

All the previous love and cherishing of talents have long since vanished, and now only the life of the other party can wash away his humiliation.

The other party followed closely, and once again displayed the supernatural powers like the great sun.

I have to say that the power of this magical power is indeed very strong, and even his eighth-rank dare not underestimate him. However, in the battle just now, this kid has already displayed it once, so the old man is very concerned about the power of this great sun. Already understood, naturally know how to resist.

Can't wait for Xiao Qiankun to regain his calm, the old man bit the tip of his tongue and spurted a puddle of blood essence to the long sword in his hand.

With the consumption of his own blood essence, the old man slashed forward with a fierce sword.

This sword is enough to break through the opponent's Great Sun Magical Power. Although it must be a fight for both sides, it is better than being beheaded on the spot.

As long as he waited for a while, his Xiao Qiankun returned to calm, and the opponents who suffered heavy losses one after another let him knead.

However, when he cut out this sword, he was shocked to find that another power suddenly emerged.

If it is said that the Great Sun Magical Power gives the feeling of being extremely hot, then this power gives the feeling of being as cool as water.

After the dazzling sun, it seemed that a full moon rose into the sky and was captured by the seventh-grade youth in the other hand.

The sun and the moon are shining together!

The old man has lived for so many years, and he has never seen such a wonderful sight. When he was amazed, he felt a great sense of crisis. He immediately shouted, and the sword in his hand became more and more fierce.

He didn't know what magical power the opponent was using, and he might feel that this magical power could not be stopped by his current state.

So we can only seize the first opportunity and win that chance of life.

When the old man's long sword was cut out, with the help of the big sun, Yang Kai had already urged the moon to be like water.

The left hand captures the big sun, the right hand captures the full moon, when the hands are folded, the yin and yang meet, the sun and the moon interlace, turning into a spinning top, and the laws of space are fierce and ups and downs.

In the dark, there is a very mysterious power rising and falling, and the invisible and invisible power is centered on the sun and the moon and permeates all around.

Space seems to shatter, time seems to stop.

The eighth-rank Motu who handed out his long sword forward, his only one eye was full of horror. At this moment, he felt that his thinking had stopped, and everything around him was rapidly moving away from him.

He had never felt this way before, and it made him extremely panic.

Seeing that the force field of the sun and the moon, which staggered and rotated like a top, shrouded him, he had no room to escape.

It seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like thousands of years had passed.

When the light of the sun and moon that illuminated the void was annihilated, the old man still maintained the posture of drawing out the sword, and the long sword was only three inches away from Yang Kai's forehead.

Yang Kai's face was pale, his breath was sluggish, and his chest was wounded by the long sword, and the blood was still flowing. There was also a long sword left on his forehead and lower abdomen.

"What kind of magical power is this?" The eighth-rank Motu suddenly asked.

Yang Kai lowered his eyes and replied, "Sun Moon Divine Wheel!"

"It seems like the mystery of time and space?" The eighth-rank Motu asked again.

"Touch the fur." ​​Yang Kai nodded.

The eighth-rank Motu didn't say more, just nodded slightly, slowly retracted his long sword, and sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed slightly.

"Ink will be forever!" He whispered softly.

When the words fell, the whole person suddenly turned into quicksand and drifted away like a statue that had been eroded by time for thousands of years.

All that was left was the dull long sword.

Corrupted by the power of time and space in the Sun Moon Divine Wheel, this long sword has completely lost its spirituality, except that the material is better, there is nothing else.

In the chaotic battlefield like the previous one, the eighth-rank black disciples were still able to feign death to escape, but at this moment they were already dead and could no longer die.

Yang Kai suddenly felt an unprecedented exhaustion, which made him unable to help his body soften and stumbled down.

narrow victory!

If the Sun Moon Divine Wheel just couldn't solve the opponent, then Yang Kai will have nothing to do, because the old man's shocking Xiao Qiankun will soon calm down due to the influence of the bull-fighting secret technique, and he will be able to play his own. strength.

Fortunately, the old man had a preconceived idea, and when he saw the big sun, he thought that Yang Kai had used the Golden Crow Casting Sun Divine Ability.

He desperately sprayed blood essence to deal with the Golden Crow Casting Sun, but was caught off guard by the Sun Moon God Wheel.

Xiao Qiankun's power was not continued, and he was hit face-to-face by Yang Kai's most powerful killer. How could the eighth-rank Motu still be fortunate?

Lying quietly in the void, Yang Kai did not have much joy after victory.

Because before the Motu died, the idea of ​​only Mo supremacy in his heart still did not waver at all, and his root was the human race.

The power of black ink may not change a person's character, but it makes every black ink disciple who has been eroded fundamentally denied his own existence and is willing to become a minion of the black ink clan.

How sad.