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Yang Kai thought for a while, then nodded and said, "That makes sense!"

Yan Peng looked at Yang Kai with scrutiny: "Are you the legendary Holy Son?"

Yang Kai's figure flexibly shuttled through the gravel, 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 the word "run away".

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

Yan Peng did not stop this, and asked curiously, "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, Zheng Hai said that this sword was a divine weapon given by the Holy Maiden.

However, in Yang Kai's eyes, this sword is just the same, and it has not even reached the level of a secret treasure.

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

"The old man asked what you are doing!" Seeing Yang Kai being so arrogant, Yan Peng couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Yang Kai flicked his sword and listened to the sound of Qingyue's sword cry. He tilted his head to look at Yan Peng, and said with a smile: "Prepare to fight, there are so many of you, of course I want to find a weapon that is handy."

Enemies have been surrounded in all directions. It can be seen that Yan Peng attaches great importance to this matter and brought more than 30 people here.

Yan Peng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It's not necessarily 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 Holy Son?"

"Yes, the prophecy of the Light God Sect has been circulating for many years, and everyone thinks it is an unrealistic imagination. Whether you are a real Holy Son or not, you have to come with me. Don't worry, the Lord does not need it. Take your life, maybe you can get a blessing from misfortune."

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

Yan Peng's eyes suddenly showed a frenzy: "That's natural,

The divine might of the Lord is not something you mortals can imagine, the old man is not as good as him! "

Looking at his fanatical expression, Yang Kai suddenly felt a sense of deja vu...

Yang Kai wanted to say something more, but Yan Peng had lost his patience, the enthusiasm in his eyes subsided, and turned into calm and cruel: "Junior, you'd better come with me obediently to avoid the pain of flesh and blood!"

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

Yan Peng snorted coldly: "It's stubborn!"

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

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

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

From all directions, a martial artist swarmed, Yang Kai moved around, dancing like a butterfly in the dense offensive.

In just a short while, the corpses had fallen to the ground on all sides, and half of the hands that Yan Peng brought were damaged.

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

Zuo Wuyou, who was lying in the pile of rubble, stared straight at him and forgot to breathe. On the other side, Liu Ji also widened his eyes, almost suspecting that he was dreaming.

Yan Peng was also extremely surprised: "What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"

As he watched, the Holy Son of the God of Light did not mobilize any powerful force at all. The long sword seemed to have its own life in his hand. Every sword was stabbed just right. trick.

Back and forth, he stabbed more than a dozen swords, and half of the hands he brought were already dead.

There was no blood on his long sword!

"Swordsmanship?" Yang Kai shook his long sword and shook his head: "No, no, no, this is not swordsmanship."

"Not swordsmanship? What is that?"

"This is the Way!"

The Way of Kendo!

Although Yang Kai majored in space, time and spear, 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 battle of the star realm, he received a gift from Ah Da. After giving Canglong the spear, he switched to the spear path.

With the harvest of the sea and the sky and the bottom of the endless river, although his attainment in kendo is not as good as the three major avenues he majored in, he is still much stronger than the average martial artist.

Many of the creatures in his small universe have benefited from it and embarked on the road of swordsmanship, which is also the avenue with the largest number of practitioners in the entire void world.

His strength is really suppressed in this side of the world, and the power of the Dao is difficult to use, but the foundation of the Dao is placed there, and a casual move is an extremely subtle interpretation of kendo.

In the eyes of Yan Peng, Zuo Wuyou and others, this kind of thing is somewhat difficult to understand.

"So now, who will suffer?" Yang Kai looked at the warriors who were in a dilemma around him.

No one dares to step forward!

"The juniors of the real Yuan realm dare to be presumptuous in front of this old man. How good is your swordsmanship? Let's look at the old man's methods!" Yan Peng shouted angrily. When his spiritual sense surged, his spiritual body rushed towards Yang Kai.

Zuoyouyou's complexion changed greatly, and he shouted: "Be careful, Holy Son!"

Holy Son's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but the realm is flawed! There is an indelible gap between the True Essence Realm and the Divine Travel Mirror, and that is Divine Sense. The latter has given birth to Divine Sense and Divine Soul Spirit Body, while the former has not.

Therefore, if the Shenyoujing martial artist wants to shoot at the True Yuan Realm, the latter is basically unable to resist, unless he wears some secret treasures to protect the soul!

Yan Peng saw Yang Kai's methods, and he thought that it was difficult to crack the opponent's swordsmanship.

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

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

This is the sea of ​​knowledge!

How can a true essence martial artist have a sea of ​​consciousness? Moreover, the power hidden in this sea of ​​consciousness is beyond his imagination. In front of such power, the soul of the Shenyoujing is like a firefly under the bright moon!

what's the situation?

The Holy Son foretold in this prophecy really has a big secret. Let alone the incredible swordsmanship, this vast sea of ​​souls is even more amazing.

He soon discovered a colorful island. In the vast and boundless sea of ​​consciousness, the island with the shimmering rays of light was so conspicuous.

Yan Peng only felt that his soul was trembling!

He instinctively sensed that the colorful island was such an incredible treasure, and just being illuminated by the colorful rays of the sun made his soul feel extremely comfortable.

Must get this colorful island!

He thought so in his heart, and immediately flew towards the island.

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

In an instant, Yan Peng couldn't help himself, and the inexplicable power was nourishing his spiritual body, giving him the illusion of returning to his mother's womb, wishing to live here forever.

"I haven't seen such a weak guy for a long time." A voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Peng was taken aback.

anyone?

He immediately turned his head to look, and saw the figure of a young man at a glance. Next to the young man, there was a leopard squatting with lightning flashes all over his body.

The one who just spoke seemed to be the... leopard?

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

Leopard snorted: "This old guy's aptitude is just like this. Even if he is placed in another world, he will be promoted to one level at most."

"Okay, let's 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 that the attack will be too heavy and he won't be able to resist."

"Okay." The young man nodded helplessly, and smiled at Yanpeng: "Old man, if you don't want to suffer, just obediently tell the truth about everything you know, God has the virtue of a good life, if you cooperate well, the boss may let it go. You have a way of life."

Yan Peng suddenly looked solemn!

...

In the rubble wall, Zuo Wuyou shouted out that sentence with a worried look on his face, but in the next moment, he saw the long sword in the hand of the Holy Son dancing again, killing the enemies who were surrounded by him.

Blood splattered everywhere, screaming again and again.

Everyone did not expect that after Yan Peng took action, Yang Kai could still act. Logically speaking, Yang Kai's soul should have been defeated by Yan Peng, either perished or restrained, but in fact Yang Kai was No response at all.

If you don't look at it for a while, the casualties of the people who have suffered heavy losses are even greater.

They didn't realize it until only a few people died.

"kill him!"

"Kill him!"

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

Yang Kai, who was holding the sword to kill, suddenly raised his brows, showing a surprised look.

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

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

"Be careful, Holy Son, don't get caught in the mist!" Zuo Wuyou's worried voice sounded again.

Yang Kai didn't seem to hear it, grabbing the martial artist in front of him, constantly putting pressure on 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 on the spot, Yang Kai showed a contemplative look.

That fog... is actually the power of ink. Although it is very thin and weak, it is somewhat different from the power of ink that I have seen before, but it is undoubtedly the power of ink.

Recalling the fanatical expression Yan Peng showed before, Yang Kai suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the expression seemed familiar.

"Do these people motivate this kind of power?" Yang Kai turned his head and looked at Zuo Wuyou.

Zuo Wuyou said: "Everyone of Mo Sect has the power of Mo."

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