Chapter 5932

Yang kailue pondered and nodded, "it makes sense!"

Yan Peng looked at Yang Kai with a look: "are you the legendary son?"

Yang Kai flexibly shuttled through the rubble and said, "I don't know if it's right." Soon he came to Zuo Wuyou and looked down at him.

The left carefree lip wriggles. Look at the mouth shape. It's the word "run away".

Yang kaichong smiled at him and grabbed the long sword in his hand: "borrow it."

Yan Peng didn't stop it. Seeing this, he said, "what are you going to do?"

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

However, in Yang Kai's eyes, this sword is just like that. It doesn't even reach the level of secret treasure.

It's not surprising to think that this is a world where the level of martial arts is not too high. There is no such powerful magic weapon.

"I asked you what you were doing!" Seeing that Yang Kai was so arrogant, Yan Peng couldn't help getting angry.

Yang Kaiqu pointed to play the sword, listened to the sound of the sword in Qingyue, tilted his head 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."

It can be seen that Yan Peng attached great importance to this matter and brought more than 30 people.

Yan Peng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "it's not necessary to have a war."

"Oh?" Yang opened his eyebrows and said, "are you willing to let us go?"

Yan Peng said, "you can't go, they can go."

"Because I am the son?"

"Yes, the prophecy of the bright god cult has been circulating for many years. Everyone thinks it is an unrealistic assumption. Whether you are the real son or not, you have to come with me. Don't worry, the Lord doesn't have to take your life. Maybe you can get a blessing in misfortune."

Yang Kai looked at him: "if you're right, you should be a wandering mirror? A strong man like you has a master?"

Yan Peng's eyes suddenly showed a fanatical color: "that's nature. The Lord's divine power is not what you ordinary people can imagine. I'm not as good as him!"

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

Yang Kai also wanted to say more, but Yan Peng had lost patience. The enthusiasm in his eyes converged and turned into calm and cruel: "young generation, you'd better come with me to avoid the pain of flesh and skin!"

"That won't work." Yang Kai shook his head into a rattle. "I'm very curious about the prophecy. I'm going to see their saint."

Yan Peng cold hum: "stubborn!"

He waved his hand and shouted, "take him!"

Yang Kai reached out and stroked the sword: "unfortunately, it's not a gun, just the same!" When the words fell, the long sword trembled and the blood burst out. A warrior who rushed to Yang Kai, inexplicably hit the sword, covering his throat and staggering backward.

When the long sword stabbed again, another person was killed by one sword.

From all directions, a warrior swarmed in. Yang Kai moved and danced like a butterfly in the dense attack.

In a short moment, the corpses that had fallen on all sides were as much as half of the hands brought by Yan Peng.

The eyes of the rest were filled with horror, and no one dared to come forward.

Zuo Wuyou, who fell in the rubble, looked straight and forgot to breathe for a moment. On the other side, Liu Ji also stared at him and almost suspected that he was dreaming.

Yan Peng was also surprised to the extreme: "what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

In his wait-and-see, the Holy Son of the God of light didn't urge any powerful force at all. The long sword seemed to have his own life in his hand. Each sword stabbed just right, and someone must be hit.

He stabbed more than ten swords, and half of the people he brought were dead.

On his long sword, there was no blood!

"Fencing?" Yang Kai shook his long sword, shook his head and said, "no, no, this is not fencing."

"Not fencing? What's that?"

"This is the way!"

The way of Kendo!

Although Yang Kai majored in space, time and gun art, he also dabbled in kendo. When his strength was not strong enough in the early years, he also broke into the world with a sword. However, he changed to gun art since he was given a Canglong gun by ADA in the first World War.

He got the harvest of the sky and the endless river bottom. Although his attainments in kendo are not as good as the three main roads he majored in, he is still much better than ordinary martial artists.

He is a living creature in the universe. Many people benefit from it and embark on the road of kendo, which is also the avenue with the largest number of practitioners in the whole empty world.

His strength is really suppressed in this side of the world, and it is difficult to use the power of the avenue, but the foundation of the avenue is there, and a move is an extremely exquisite Kendo interpretation.

This kind of thing is difficult to understand in the eyes of Yan Peng and Zuo Wuyou.

"So now, who will die?" Yang Kaiwang looked around at the struggling warriors.

No one dares to come forward!

"I'm just a junior in Zhenyuan territory. I dare to be presumptuous in front of you. How exquisite your swordsmanship is? Let's see what I can do!" Yan Peng shouted angrily. When his mind surged, the spirit rushed towards Yang kaichong.

Zuo Wuyou's face changed greatly, and he drank heavily: "be careful, son!"

The son's swordsmanship is really superb, but the realm is hard! There is an indelible gap between zhenyuanjing and Shenyou mirror, that is, shennian. The latter has given birth to shennian and Shenhun, but the former does not.

Therefore, if the wandering mirror warrior wants to fight against Zhenyuan territory, the latter can't resist unless he wears some secret treasures to protect the soul!

Yan Peng saw Yang Kai's means and thought to himself that it was difficult to crack each other's swordsmanship. If he wanted to win him, he had to use the means of the spirit.

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

He stood proudly on the ocean, and his defiant disdain soon turned into surprise.

This is the sea!

How can a true yuan warrior know the sea? Moreover, the powerful power hidden in the sea was beyond his imagination. In front of such power, the spirit of the wandering mirror was like a firefly under the bright moon!

What happened?

The Holy Son predicted in the prophecy did indeed have a big secret. Let's not talk about his incredible swordsmanship. The vast sea of gods and souls is even more amazing.

He soon found a colorful island. In the vast sea of knowledge, the dense glow island is so conspicuous.

Yan Peng only felt that his spirits were trembling!

He instinctively realized that the colorful island was a wonderful treasure. Just being illuminated by the colorful glow, his spirit had a very comfortable feeling.

You must get this colorful island!

He thought so, and immediately flew towards the island.

Without any obstacles, he landed on the island easily.

In an instant, Yan Peng could not help himself comfortably. Inexplicable power was nourishing his spirit and body, making him give birth to the illusion of returning to his mother and fetus. He wanted to live here all his life.

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

Yan Peng was shocked.

Someone?

He immediately turned his head and saw the figure of a young man. Next to the young man, there was a leopard with flashing thunder.

The one who just spoke seems to be the... Leopard?

The young man said, "everyone practices step by step from the weak."

The leopard hissed: "this old guy's qualification is like this. Even if he is put in other worlds, he will be promoted to another level at most."

"Well, let's work."

"What did the boss say?"

"The boss said don't kill me and ask more information."

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

"All right." The young man nodded helplessly and smiled at Yan Peng: "the old man, if you don't want to suffer, just tell everything you know truthfully. God has the virtue of living. You can cooperate well. The boss may let you live."

Yan Peng immediately looked dignified!

……

Among the broken stone walls, Zuo Wuyou shouted that sentence with worry on his face. The next moment, he saw the long sword in the son's hand dancing again and killing the enemies surrounded by him.

Blood spattered and screamed.

Everyone didn't expect that after Yan Peng shot, Yang Kai could still act. According to reason, Yang Kai's spirit should have been defeated by Yan Peng, either perished or subject. However, in fact, Yang Kai didn't respond at all.

For a moment, people who had suffered heavy losses were even more injured.

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

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Those people screamed, and a light fog suddenly filled their bodies. With the fog, their strength obviously improved a little.

Yang Kai, who was killing with a sword, immediately raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised look.

The sword in his hand still waved the call of death. After a few breaths, only the last warrior was still alive, and all the others had fallen to the ground and died.

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

"Son, be careful not to be contaminated with the fog!" Zuo Wuyou's worry sounded again.

Yang Kai didn't seem to hear it. He grabbed the martial artist in front of him and kept putting pressure on him, forcing him to urge the power of the fog.

After a good time, Yang kaicai stopped, and the captured warrior died out at the same time.

Standing in place, Yang Kai showed a thoughtful look.

The fog... Is actually the power of ink. Although it is very weak and different from the power of ink seen in the past, it is undoubtedly the power of ink.

Recalling Yan Peng's fanatical look before, Yang Kai suddenly realized that no wonder he felt that look a little familiar.

"Will these people urge this power?" Yang Kai turned and looked to the left.

Zuo Wuyou said, "all the people of Mohism have the power of ink."

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