Martial Peak

There are advantages and disadvantages to being large. The disadvantage is that it is inconvenient to move in battle and not flexible enough, but the advantage is that it is large enough to withstand more injuries. The usual fatal injuries may be just skin injuries.

Yang Kai has repeatedly performed the battle of Hualong Jue, and he has a deep understanding of this.

In terms of the huge size, the black giant **** is even better than the sacred dragon that he incarnates. The advantage brought by his size is naturally magnified to the extreme.

Those wounds looked like flesh and blood, and the ink spurted, which was horrible, but in fact they were nothing to the ink giant god.

Even though the background is greatly weakened by the light of purification, the ink giant spirit still deserves the name of the supreme clone, but seeing the flesh and blood squirming from the wound and the strong ink power gushing out, it quickly stabilized the injury, only Yang The power of the three thousand avenues opened is not so easy to dissolve, it is still attached to the wound, constantly deducing changes, and continuing to cause damage.

Seeing this situation, Yang Kai made a decisive decision, put his gun down and ran away. Before the giant palm of the ink-colored giant spirit patted again, he pressed his arm and rushed towards the wound of the broken arm.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Kai had arrived at the broken arm, and the thick ink and blood was still gushing. However, in just a short moment, this terrifying injury has been greatly relieved. I am afraid that it will not take dozens of breaths. The wound on the arm will become the same as the neck and neck, leaving only the wound, and no more ink and blood will be ejected.

The resilience of such a behemoth is really terrifying.

Yang Kai picked up the spear, and the mighty force of heaven and earth moved with the spear. The whole person instantly turned into a top and drilled towards the wound of the broken arm.

The huge pain instantly enveloped the black giant god, and it roared, furious: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Kai did not answer in a muffled voice, with all his strength, the man and the gun were united, turning into an invincible edge, breaking the blockade of the thick ink power, and wanting to follow the wound and get into the ink giant spirit body.

"Don't think about it!" The ink-colored giant **** has already realized what he is about to face, even if it is as strong as it, he also knows what he will end up with once Yang Kai succeeds, his huge eyes are overflowing with panic and horror, before the war begins, It never thought that it would fall into such a dangerous situation in just a short time.

When the words fell, it raised its hand and patted it towards Yang Kai. In that situation, it seemed to be patting a mosquito biting its body. If this palm is fulfilled, Yang Kai's incarnation of the holy dragon may fall in an instant.

At the same time, it fully urged its own strength to form a viscous and solid protection outside the wound of the broken arm to prevent Yang Kai's invasion. As long as it can shoot the enemy to death before being invaded, all the crises can be solved.

An unprecedented sense of crisis rises in Yang Xin’s head. When the ink giant spirit’s palm is photographed, he clearly feels the shadow of death covering his body and mind. It is a feeling of complete suffocation. Inside and outside, there is no place where the flesh and blood is not trembling. Although he has encountered life and death crises many times so far in his practice, he has never been as strong as this time, so strong that he almost gave birth to the illusion that he has fallen.

At the wound of the severed arm, the protection gathered by Mo Zhi's force was extremely strong, even Yang Kai tried his best, but couldn't break through instantly, and the protection was not only one layer, but it was continuous and continuously supplemented.

The best way at this time is naturally to stop and retreat, save yourself, and seek opportunities to fight again. However, after having such an experience, it is not so easy to do anything like this. The black giant spirit is bound to guard against it.

In this line of life and death, the corners of Yang Kai's mouth curled up, and a grim smile appeared. The already extremely terrifying aura suddenly climbed to new heights, and the void shuddered.

"You're looking for death!" The ink-colored giant spirit roared wildly, slapped it fiercely, and wherever the palm passed, the void shattered like a shattered mirror.

The giant palm stopped abruptly at a position only tens of miles away from Yang Kai, seemingly encountering huge resistance.

But there was a broken arm that suddenly lay in the void, blocking its violent offensive. The broken arm, no matter its length or shape, was indistinguishable from its intact arm.

Ah Da finally came back!

In this most crisis, it was he who blocked this fatal blow for Yang Kai.

Yang Kai also saw the scene of Ah Da rushing in from the corner of his perspective, before he decided to give it a go.

With a broken arm in one hand and a broken leg in the other, Ah Da was in a rage and moved his head, almost touching the face of the black giant god, and said grimly: "What do you want to do to the little guy!"

In this era when the heavens are full of ink, as a giant spirit family, anyone who wants to stutter can't be found. The little guy is now the only source of food for him and Ah Er. If the little guy is killed, what about their brothers in the future? Don’t you want to be hungry all the time?

With simple thinking, Ah Da has long insight into the truth that little guys can bring them delicious food. In any case, little guys are not allowed to be hurt at all. If you dare to disadvantage the little guys, you will all die!

Faced with Ah Da's inquiry, the black giant **** could only respond with painful and miserable howls.

Just because at the moment when its offensive was blocked by Ah Da, the aftermath of the violent shock hit Yang Kai's back like an invisible wall. At that moment, the sound of broken bones rang out from Yang Kai's body, but it was also because of this. With a strong force, he suddenly broke through the blockage of Mo Zhili, the man and the spear merged into one, and got into the broken arm of the black giant god.

The boundless black color enveloped him, and the light was lost. Yang Kai felt like he had fallen into the black sea. He went forward and broke through the blockade of blood and blood, and went straight into the body of the black giant god.

As the spear wandered through the spirit body of the black giant god, there was a huge resistance at first, but after a few breaths, the resistance suddenly weakened.

However, Ah Da launched a stormy attack on the black giant spirit, and the forced black giant spirit had to be distracted and defended, naturally unable to fully target Yang Kai who had already penetrated into it.

In the vast void, the two giant gods were fighting extremely cruelly, but from the perspective of the situation, Ah Da completely had the upper hand. He waved each other's broken arms and short legs with both hands, as if they were his own weapons, and each shot down. Down, the smashed ink giant spirit staggered, and his flesh and blood flew in a miserable state.

Another black giant **** saw the battle situation here, and he came forward to support him, but how could Ah Er let it succeed? Go all out and entangle it dead in place.

On the other battlefield, Monaya's eyes trembled violently, and his face was full of disbelief.

In fact, when Yang Kai did his best and burst into an unprecedentedly strong momentum, Manaya felt something was wrong, and an unstoppable thought came out in his heart.

His inherent instinct made him deny this idea, but at the moment, this incredible thing really happened.

"He has been hiding his strength?" Monaya asked in surprise while resisting Mi Jinglun's frenzied attack.

"What do you think?" Mi Jinglun would naturally not be kind to answer the enemy's questions, and he responded casually while looking for the other party's flaws.

However, this answer has convinced Monaya of his judgment, and he looked incredible: "Why?"

Yang Kaizang tucked the huge number of 8-Rank Little Stone Clan, and he had never used it for so many years, only to target the black giant gods. He could understand this kind of thing. After all, those Little Stone Clan could not be easily exposed. Once exposed, it would inevitably cause the ink. The vigilance of the clan makes it difficult for them to be effective.

But why is he still hiding his strength? Judging from the aura that Yang Kai had exploded before, Yang Kai’s true strength was extremely terrifying. With such strength, why has he kept it in hiding? If he has shown his true strength during the ten years of war, I don’t know how many false kings have suffered. , Even his king may not be able to survive.

"What do you think?" Mi Jinglun replied the same thing. With a sharp wave of the feather fan, the violent wind turned into a sharp blade, and a wound was cut in the waist of Manaya. He finally found the other party's flaw, perhaps because of Yang. The opening performance made Monaya a little uneasy, and at this moment, the Mo clan king had been confused.

Manaya rolled out, the ink and blood soared, and Mi Jinglun's continuous offensive followed closely. Suddenly, he smiled sadly: "I understand!"

It’s also because of the black giant gods, Yang Kai tucked in strength, hiding those eight-rank little stone clan, everything was aimed at the black giant gods, because whether it was the two giant gods of the human race or the two black giant gods of the ink clan. , Is the key to the victory or defeat of the war. Only by finding a way to solve the opponent's strongest combat power can this war truly end.

Long before the start of this war, Manaya had already seen this point, how could Yang Kai not notice it.

And his concealment really worked. The black giant gods didn’t care too much about Yang Kai. Their goal was always the opponent’s giant gods. As old opponents who had been fighting and attacking for thousands of years, they knew each other well. Difficult and powerful, but didn't want to, really suffered a big loss in front of Yang Kai.

The defeat is now, and Monaya's heart is full of sadness, and he can't figure out how Yang Kai can obtain such a powerful strength in such a short period of time!

He was promoted to the Ninth Rank in the Furnace World. Only 700 years have passed. In 700 years, it is nothing to the Ninth Rank of Human Race. It is almost only enough for a newly promoted Ninth Rank to stabilize one's realm, with a little growth.

However, the aura that Yang Kai showed at this moment was almost the same as that of the Ninth-Rank peaks that Monaya had experienced back then.

If in terms of calculation, Yang Kai's own strength has always been far surpassing the same level, then the most senior veteran Ninth-Rank, perhaps inferior to him in terms of combat power.

At the peak of the human race, there were more than one hundred Ninth-Ranks, and there was no good way to use the black giant god. They only spent a huge price to fight to the death of a black giant **** in the battle of guarding and not returning.

But now, only Yang Kai, in cooperation with a giant god, has pushed the Supreme Clone to such a desperate situation.