Martial Peak

Yang Kai thought for a moment, nodded and said: "It makes sense!"

Yan Peng looked at Yang Kai with a scrutinizing gaze: "Are you the saint son in the legend?"

Yang Kai walked through the gravel flexibly, and at the same time responded casually: "I don't know if it is." Soon he came to Zuo Wuyou and looked down at him.

Zuo Wuyou's lips squirmed, seeing that the mouth shape was "Quick Run".

Yang Kai smiled at him slightly, and grabbed the long sword in his hand with a probing hand: "Borrow it for a use."

Yan Peng did not stop this, and curiously asked: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Kai turned a deaf ear and looked at the long sword in his hand. On the way to escape before, Zheng Hai said that this sword was a magic weapon given by the saint.

However, from Yang Kai's eyes, this sword was just like that, and it didn't even reach the level of the secret treasure.

It's not surprising to think about it, this itself is a world where the martial art level is not too high, how can there be such a powerful magic weapon.

"The old man asks what you are doing!" Yan Peng couldn't help being a little annoyed when he saw Yang Kai being so defiant.

Yang Kai flicked his sword, listened to the sound of the sword, tilted his head to look at Yan Peng, and said with a smile: "You are ready to fight, so many of you, of course I will find a weapon to take advantage of."

The enemy had been surrounded in all directions, and it could be seen that Yan Peng took this matter very seriously and brought more than 30 people over.

Yan Peng squinted slightly and said, "It may not be necessary to have a battle."

"Oh?" Yang Kai raised his brows, "Are you willing to let us go?"

Yan Peng said: "You can't go, they can go."

"Because I am the Son of God?"

"Yes, the prophecies of the Bright God Sect have been circulating for many years. Everyone thought it was an unrealistic conjecture. Whether you are a real son or not, you have to follow me. Don't worry, the Lord is not necessary. Take your life, maybe you can still get a blessing in disguise."

Yang Kai looked at him: "If you read it right, you should be a wandering mirror, right? A strong man like you actually has a master?"

Yan Peng's eyes suddenly appeared enthusiastic: "That's natural, the power of the Lord is not what you ordinary people can imagine, the old man is inferior to him in case!"

Seeing his fanatical look, Yang Kai suddenly felt a sense of deja vu...

Yang Kai still wants to talk more, but Yan Peng has lost patience, the enthusiasm in his eyes has reduced, turned into calm and cruel: "Junior, you better come with me obediently, and avoid the suffering of flesh and blood!"

"That won't work." Yang Kai shook his head into a rattle, "I'm very curious about that admonishment, and I am going to meet their saint."

Yan Peng coldly snorted: "Stubbornly stubborn!"

With a wave of his hand, he shouted in a low voice: "Take him down!"

Yang Kai stretched out his hand and stroked his sword: "Unfortunately, it's not a gun, it's all the same!" When the words fell, the sword flicked, and blood burst out. A warrior rushed to Yang Kai's side with the sword inexplicably, clutching his throat and staggering backwards. .

The long sword stabbed again, and another person was killed by a sword.

From all directions, a number of warriors swarmed in, and Yang Kai moved in shape, dancing like a butterfly in the dense offensive.

In a short moment, half of the corpse that had fallen to the ground on all sides was broken by the manpower brought by Yan Peng.

The eyes of the remaining people were filled with horror, and no one dared to step forward.

Zuo Wuyou, who fell on the pile of rubble, looked straight and forgot to breathe for a while. On the other side, Liu Ji also widened his eyes, almost suspecting that he was dreaming.

Yan Peng was also astonished to the extreme: "What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

In his wait and see, the saint son of the Guangming Divine Sect did not urge any powerful force at all. That long sword seemed to have his own life in his hand. Every sword pierced just right, and there must be someone among them. trick.

He stabbed more than a dozen swords back and forth, and the manpower he had brought was half dead.

There is no blood on his long sword!

"Swordsmanship?" Yang Kai shook his long sword, shook his head and said, "No, no, it's not swordsmanship."

"Not swordsmanship? What is that?"

"This is the Tao!"

The way of kendo!

Although Yang Kai majored in space, time and gun art, he also dabbled in kendo. In the early years when his strength was not strong enough, he also used a sword to enter the world, but since the first battle in the star realm, he got a gift from Ah Da After giving the Canglong Spear, he switched to Spear Dao.

With the harvest of the ocean and the sky and the endless rivers and bottoms, although his knowledge in kendo is not as good as the three major avenues, it is still much better than the average warrior.

Many of the creatures in his small universe have benefited from this, embarking on the road of kendo, which is also the avenue with the largest number of practitioners in the entire void world.

His strength is really suppressed in this world, and the power of the Great Dao is also difficult to use, but the foundation of the Great Dao is placed there, and a move at hand is an extremely delicate kendo deduction.

This kind of thing is somewhat incomprehensible in the eyes of Yan Peng, Zuo Wuyou and others.

"So now, who is going to die?" Yang Kai looked at the warriors who were in dire straits.

No one dares to step forward!

"The juniors of the real elementary realm dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man. How sophisticated is your swordsmanship? Let's look at the old man's methods!" Yan Peng yelled, and the spirit body rushed toward Yang Kai brazenly as his spirit surged.

Zuo Wuyou's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Holy Son, be careful!"

The saint son's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but the realm is flawed! There is an indelible gap between the True Origin Realm and the Divine Mirror, and that is Divine Mind. The latter has given birth to Divine Mind and Divine Soul spirit bodies, while the former does not.

Therefore, if the wandering mirror warrior wants to attack the true origin realm, the latter basically cannot resist it, unless he wears some secret treasures to protect the soul!

Yan Peng saw Yang Kai's methods, and thought it was difficult to crack the opponent's swordsmanship, and if he wanted to win him, he could only use the methods of the soul.

In an instant, Yan Peng's spirit body rushed into Yang Kai's sea of ​​knowledge and emerged.

He stood proudly on the ocean, and the disdain on his face quickly turned into surprise.

This is the sea of ​​knowledge!

How can a true Yuanjing martial artist know the sea? Moreover, the great power hidden in the sea of ​​knowledge is unexpectedly unimaginable for him. In front of such power, the spirit of the moving mirror is like the fireflies under the bright moon!

what's the situation?

There really is a big secret hidden in the saint son who is foretold in this prophecy. Aside from the incredible swordsmanship, this vast and boundless sea of ​​souls is even more amazing.

He quickly discovered a colorful island, in the vast and boundless sea of ​​knowledge, the island is so conspicuous.

Yan Peng only felt that his soul was trembling!

He instinctively sensed that the colorful island is such an incredible treasure. Just being imprinted by the colorful glow, his soul feels extremely comfortable.

Must get this colorful island!

Thinking like this in his heart, he immediately flew towards the island.

Without encountering any obstacles, it easily landed on the island.

In an instant, Yan Peng couldn't help himself comfortably, and the inexplicable power was nourishing his spirit body, causing him to have an illusion of returning to his mother's womb, wishing to live here all his life.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a weak guy." A voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Peng was shocked.

Someone?

He immediately turned his head and looked around, and at a glance he saw the figure of a young man, beside the young man, there was a leopard squatting all over with thunder light.

The one who just spoke, seems to be that... Leopard?

The young man said: "Everyone has cultivated step by step from the weak."

Leopard snorted: "That's the old guy's aptitude. Even if he is placed in other worlds, he will be promoted to another level at most."

"Okay, let's get to work."

"What did the boss say?"

"The boss said don't kill him, and ask for more information."

"Oh, then you go, I'm afraid he can't resist it because it's too heavy."

"All right." The young man nodded helplessly, and smiled at Yan Peng slightly: "Old man, if you don't want to suffer, just obediently tell everything you know as it is. God has a good life. If you cooperate, the boss may let go. You have a way of life."

Yan Peng suddenly looked solemn!

…

Among the broken stone walls, Zuo Wuyou shouted out those words worriedly. The next moment, he saw the long sword in the hands of the holy child dance again, killing the surrounding enemies.

Blood spattered and screamed again and again.

Everyone did not expect that after Yan Peng took action, Yang Kai could actually act. Logically speaking, Yang Kai’s spirit should have been defeated by Yan Peng at this moment, either perished or restrained, but in fact Yang Kai was No reaction at all.

Without checking for a while, the casualties of the people who had suffered heavy losses were even greater.

They were not surprised until only a few people were left dead.

"kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The few people screamed, suddenly a faint mist filled their bodies, and as the mist filled, the strength of these people was obviously improved.

Yang Kai, who was killing with a sword, suddenly raised his brows, revealing a look of surprise.

The long sword in his hand still wielded the call of death. After a few breaths, only the last warrior was still lingering, and everyone else had fallen to the ground and died.

After Yang Kai pierced the shoulder blade of the last warrior with one sword, and captured him with one hand, dozens of people brought by Yan Peng were almost dead.

"Shengzi, be careful, don't get the mist!" Zuo Wuyou's worried voice sounded again.

Yang Kai didn't seem to hear it. He captured the martial artist in front of him, constantly pressured him, forcing him to urge the power of the mist.

After a while, Yang Kai stopped, and the captured martial artist was also extinct at the same time.

Standing in place, Yang Kai showed a contemplative expression.

The mist... actually was the power of Mo. Although it was very thin and weak, it was a little different from the power of Mo that I had seen before, but it was indeed the power of Mo.

Recalling the frenetic look Yan Peng had shown before, Yang Kai suddenly realized, no wonder that the look seemed a bit familiar.

"Are these people urging this kind of power?" Yang Kai turned his head and looked left worry-free.

Zuo Wuyou said: "The Mohist people have the power of Mo."

Yang Kai nodded, and after experiencing such a series of inexplicable events, he finally cleared away some of the fog.