Chapter 5360 9th Grade Motu
So far, the opponent has only one word for him.
Demon!
It's not a demon with demonic energy, but all kinds of behaviors, and the response to the crisis has a demonic flavor.
This scene seems familiar.
Eight-Rank General Town couldn't help recalling the battle when he was young. In that battle, his strength was obviously stronger than his opponent, but he did not kill the opponent as soon as possible. Instead, he always dealt with the enemy, showing his weakness, and finally led out the opponent's back. people, eradicate them in one fell swoop.
At this moment, the feeling of the other party is exactly the same as the self who was hiding back then.
This guy hides his strength?
The eighth-rank general town is a little unbelievable. In terms of strength, the eighth-rank Kaitian of the human race is generally stronger than the domain master, and these Mo disciples who use the power of ink to break through their own shackles are even inferior to the domain master.
In other words, the real eighth-rank human race is at least 20% stronger than the eighth-rank Motu.
Being hostile to each other, the eighth-rank ink disciples all went all out, and Zangye's strength could be in danger of losing his life at any time.
This guy can actually hide his strength, how strong is his real strength? What is his intention?
The eighth-rank general town can't understand, but no matter what the other party's intentions are, his purpose is always to kill the other party. He has been entangled with an eighth-rank black disciple for so long, and he can't help the other party even with the evil spirit spear. joke.
Without taking it lightly, the offensive of the eighth-rank general town suddenly became fierce. In order to be able to kill the enemy as quickly as possible, he even burned a part of his blood essence.
The already ferocious power instantly filled the sky.
The eighth-rank Motu was caught off guard and became more and more embarrassed.
"Hey!" A sigh suddenly sounded by the side of the ear, and the moment the sound sounded, a flash of sword light swept across.
The Bapin General Town, who was facing him, instantly stood up, and a great crisis loomed over him, making him feel like he was about to die.
Without any hesitation, the eighth-rank general town hurriedly pulled back and his vision was filled with the sword light.
Nine products!
The opponent is actually a ninth grade!
At this moment, he finally understood what that strange feeling was.
His guess was correct, the opponent did hide his strength, but he never expected that this was actually a ninth-rank black disciple.
The Human Race and the Black Ink Clan have been entangled for countless years. In these countless years, I don’t know how many Human Races fell into the hands of the Black Ink Clan and were transformed into Black Ink disciples.
In every war zone, there are more or less Motu.
However, in most cases, these Mo disciples do not live long. Because they were on the battlefield, when the Mo people were in danger, they would instruct the Mo disciples under their command to work hard so that they could escape.
As a result, 90% of the Mo disciples did not have enough room to grow, so they fell on the battlefield.
Before the light of purification appeared, the human race treated Motu mercilessly. For Motu, death was the best relief.
In each war zone, even the eighth-rank black disciples are rarely seen at ordinary times.
That is to say, in the Dayan War Zone, during the battle 30,000 years ago, many soldiers in Dayan Pass were transformed into Mo disciples. There was no war here for a long time, so there was enough time to grow up, and many eighth-rank black disciples were born. .
But since ancient times, there has never been a ninth-grade black ink disciple in any war zone!
The ninth grade, that is the existence of the ancestors, the supreme combat power of the human race.
But now, there is one in front of him.
A ninth-grade Motu, who used secret techniques to cover up his own cultivation, could indeed be unaware. After fighting for so long, he only felt that the other party was a little weird, and subconsciously felt that the other party was hiding his strength. A ninth grade ink disciple.
It turns out... Motu can really grow to the ninth-rank Kaitian, at this moment, this idea flashed in the mind of the eighth-rank general town.
It is said that Mo disciples can use the power of ink to break through their own shackles, ignore their own limits, and reach a height that they can never reach under normal circumstances, but this is only an ideal state.
Now the human race also knows that the promotion of Motu that ignores their own limits is a huge risk. Almost every Motu who breaks through his own shackles has a strange appearance. Every breakthrough is more dangerous than the normal promotion of the human race. , the probability of falling is very high.
Therefore, the ideal state is the ideal state. In fact, almost no Mo disciples can use the power of ink to break through to the ninth grade. This process is almost dead and dead!
But there are always exceptions to everything, so there are many miracles in this world.
On the battlefield, there was a ninth-grade black disciple suddenly appearing, which was really surprising, and he hid his strength to entangle himself with himself, and never killed himself, obviously with bad intentions.
He means grandfather!
The eighth-rank general town instantly understood the other party's intentions, opened his mouth to warn, but found that his strength was rapidly draining, and he couldn't make a sound.
At the same time, somewhere on the battlefield, Xiaoxiao ancestor's coquettish shout resounded throughout the universe: "I thought it was a king, but I didn't expect to be a black disciple. I can't find you if you don't jump out. Since you are here, don't do it. gone!"
When the words fell, a huge yin and yang fish suddenly appeared, covering the void, and the ninth-grade Motu, who fit the sword light and slashed towards her, was not bad for a while, and crashed directly into the yin and yang fish, and his body instantly froze.
Xiaoxiao's ancestor didn't give him time to return to his senses, and the Qianqianyu Palm shot directly at him. The power of the Nine-Rank Kaitian could be seen at a glance, annihilating the sword light and pulling it into his own battle group.
The Mo clan king next to him also madly urged the force to attack her, and he was about to unite with the ninth-grade black disciples to kill Xiaoxiao ancestors.
The huge battlefield froze strangely for a moment at this moment.
All the soldiers of the human race were shocked, and even most of the Mo people were at a loss. Only the domain masters were unmoved.
There is a ninth-grade black ink disciple under the king's command, and they are obviously aware of this.
However, these secrets are only known to the domain masters, and none of the domain masters know it. It is also to prevent the leakage of information, so there is no way to catch the human race by surprise.
On the other side of Dawn, Yang Kai was shocked, and his previous doubts were finally answered.
The Snow Wolf Team had disappeared within the Mo people's defense line, and it could basically be judged that the entire army was wiped out, and the Snow Wolf Team Captain Yao Kangcheng sent him a message at the last minute, with only the word "king".
He always thought it was the Mo clan king who took the shot, but when he passed the news back to Dayan, Xiaoxiao's ancestors insisted that the ink clan king hadn't recovered, and it was impossible to leave the king city, let alone in that kind of situation. Positioned against the Snowwolves.
The last message that Yao Kangcheng conveyed could not be false either. They must have encountered an irresistible opponent, otherwise they would not have been so hurried.
Old Ancestor's judgment conflicted with the Snow Wolf team's communication, and Yang Kai never figured out who made the mistake.
Now, the answer is at hand.
No one goes wrong.
What the Snow Wolf team encountered was not the Mo clan king, but the ninth-rank Mo disciple!
The power of the ninth-grade Motu and the king was similar, and things started in a hurry. Yao Kangcheng was afraid that he mistakenly thought it was the king of the Mo clan, and hurriedly called the word king. perished.
Their sacrifices were not worthless, and the two-word message made Xiaoxiao ancestors vigilant.
It can be inferred from her words just now that Xiaoxiao’s ancestors have been guarding against possible enemies when they fought against the Mo clan king, but she thought that there was another king on the Mo clan’s side, but The one who didn't want to come out was the ninth-grade black ink disciple.
If Xiaoxiao's ancestors were unprepared, the sword light just now might have really hurt her, but under the premise of being alert, even if the ninth-grade black ink disciples violently attacked, Xiaoxiao's ancestors were safe. resolve.
The three supreme powerhouses battled together in an instant, and the aftermath became more and more violent.
In the previous one-on-one, Xiaoxiao ancestors had the absolute upper hand. The Mo clan king who fought only had the ability to parry and had no power to fight back. But now that there is one more ninth-rank ink disciple, the situation is not good for Xiaoxiao ancestors.
With one enemy and two, the advantage is no longer!
Fortunately, after just fighting for a moment, she judged that this ninth-rank Motu has not been promoted for a long time, and it is an impressive one or two hundred years. The strength is generally lower, so even if facing two opponents of the same rank at the same time, Xiaoxiao Ancestor can barely protect himself.
If it were changed to two rank nines like her, the ancestor of Xiaoxiao would not be able to last long.
Judging from this point in time, this ninth-rank black disciple should have been promoted after the Dayan Army evacuated from the king's city, otherwise, the opponent would not have been able to take action in the battle of more than two hundred years.
At that time, he should be retreating to attack the ninth grade.
The ninth-grade Motu came out, smiling, and the ancestors were determined. It is easy to hide with open spears and dark arrows. It is better for the enemy to be in the light than in the dark.
On the contrary, the Mo clan king was so angry that he almost went crazy.
It is a top secret that this Mo disciple under his command is promoted to the ninth rank, and it is also the capital for him to dare to confront the human race head-on this time. He wanted to use the power of the opponent to kill the ancestor of the clan by surprise.
Who would have thought that the other party had been prepared for a long time, which made his plan fail.
Now that the battle situation is in a state of anxiety, it is not so easy to kill the ancestors of the clan.
The sky and the earth were shattered by these three, and on the other side, Yang Kai was already flickering, and he crossed most of the battlefield in an instant.
Before anyone arrived, the Canglong Spear had already been provoked for a day, smashing through the dense Mo army in front.
When the big sun exploded, the Mo people fled in a panic, and there were countless corpses.
Yang Kai grabbed the embarrassed figure and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"
Instead of returning to Dawn, he went straight to the direction of Dayan Pass.
"Be careful!" The eight-rank general town beside him gasped and reminded that there was another Mo clan intercepting in front of him, apparently staring at the severely injured eight-rank.
This is the eighth-rank general town who was beheaded by the ninth-rank Motu.
The general town of Gending Town, Chapu!
Although the ninth-rank Motu is a new ninth-rank, the power of a sword is not something that Chapu can resist.
Between the eighth rank and the ninth rank, the strength is like the difference between clouds and mud.
That sword almost cut off Cha Pu in the middle. At this moment, there was a huge wound on the waist and abdomen of the general town of Gending Town. You could clearly see the wriggling internal organs. The wound was filled with the power of ink. And Sen Ran Jian Qi filled the air.