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

Yan Peng looked at Yang Kai with a scrutiny: "Are you the legendary saint son?"

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

Zuo Wuyou's lips were squirming, and the mouth shape was the word "escape quickly".

Yang Kai smiled at him and reached out to grab the sword in his hand: "Borrow it for use."

Yan Peng did not stop this and curiously said, "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 saint.

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

It’s not surprising that this is a world with not very high martial arts level, so there is no such powerful magic weapon.

"I asked you what you are doing!" Seeing Yang Kai so arrogant, Yan Peng couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Yang Kai bent his fingers and bounced his sword body, listened to the sound of the clear sword, 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 handy weapon."

He was surrounded by enemies from all directions. It can be seen that Yan Peng attached great importance to this matter and brought more than 30 people over.

Yan Peng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It may not be necessary to fight one."

"Oh?" Yang Kai raised his eyebrows, "Would you let us go?"

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

"Because I am the Son of Holy Son?"

"Yes, the prophecy of the God of Light has been passed down for many years. Everyone thinks it is an unrealistic imagination. Whether you are a real Son or not, you have to go with me. Don't worry, the Lord does not need to take your life, and maybe you can still be blessed in disguise."

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

Yan Peng's eyes suddenly showed a fanatical look: "That's natural. The power of the Lord is not something you ordinary people can imagine. I am not as good as him!"

Looking at his fanatical expression, Yang Kai suddenly felt familiar...

Yang Kai wanted to say more words, but Yan Peng had lost his patience. The fanaticism in his eyes calmed down and turned into calmness and cruelty: "Junior, you'd better go 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 am ready to meet their saint."

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

He waved his hand and shouted softly: "Take him!"

Yang Kai stretched out his hand to stroke the sword: "It's a pity that it's not a gun, it's all the same!" As he finished speaking, the sword shook and blood flashed. A warrior who rushed to Yang Kai's side inexplicably got into the sword and covered his throat and staggered backwards.

When the sword was stabbed again, someone was killed by a sword.

Warriors flocked to each other from all directions, Yang Kai moved his body and danced like a butterfly in the dense attacks.

In just a short moment, half of the corpses that had fallen on all sides were damaged by Yan Peng.

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

Zuo Wuyou, who was lying in the pile of gravels, looked straight and forgot to breathe for a moment. On the other side, Liu Ji also widened his eyes, almost suspected that he was dreaming.

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

While he was watching, the Holy Son of the Divine Divine Cult did not activate any powerful force at all. The long sword seemed to have its own life in his hand. Every sword was stabbed just right, and someone would definitely be hit.

He stabbed more than a dozen swords straight, and half of the people he brought had died.

But there was no drop of blood on his long sword!

"Sword Art?" Yang Kai shook his long sword and shook his head and said, "No, no, this is not sword art."

"Not swordsmanship? What is that?"

"This is the Tao!"

The way of swordsmanship!

Although Yang Kai majored in space and guns, he also had some knowledge of swords. When he was not strong enough in the early years, he also used swords to break into the world. However, since the battle in the Star Realm, he received the Ada gift of the Canglong Spear, he switched to guns.

After gaining the harvest from the sea and the endless rivers, although his attainment in swordsmanship is not as good as the three major practices, he is still much better than ordinary warriors.

Many of the creatures in his small universe benefited from it and embarked on the path of swordsmanship. This is also the path with the largest number of practitioners in the entire void world.

His strength is indeed suppressed in this world, and the power of the Great Dao is difficult to use, but the foundation of the Great Dao is there, and a random move is an extremely exquisite interpretation of the swordsmanship.

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

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

No one dares to step forward!

"A mere junior in the True Yuan realm dares to be arrogant in front of me. So what if your swordsmanship is exquisite? Let's see my methods!" Yan Peng shouted angrily. When his divine thoughts surged, his soul and body rushed towards Yang Kai.

Zuo Wuyou's expression changed drastically and he shouted: "Son of the Holy Son!"

The Holy Son's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but the realm is a flaw! There is an indelible gap between the True Yuan Realm and the Divine Travel Mirror, that is, the divine thoughts. The latter has given birth to divine thoughts and divine soul bodies, but the former does not.

Therefore, if the warrior of the Shenyoujing wants to attack the True Yuan Realm, the latter will basically be unable to resist, unless he wears some secret treasures for protecting the soul!

Yan Peng saw Yang Kai's methods and thought it was difficult to crack the opponent's swordsmanship. If he wanted to take him down, he could only use the methods in his soul.

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

He stood proudly on that ocean, and his rebellious disdain quickly turned into suspicion.

This is the sea of ​​consciousness!

How could a warrior in the True Yuan Realm have a sea of ​​consciousness? Moreover, the vast power hidden in this sea of ​​consciousness is unimaginable. Shenyoujing's soul is like a firefly under the bright moon in front of such power!

What's going on?

The Holy Son foreshadowed in this prophecy indeed has a big secret. Not to mention the incredible swordsmanship for now, this vast and boundless sea of ​​souls is even more amazing.

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

Yan Peng just felt that his soul was trembling!

He instinctively realized that the colorful island was an amazing treasure. Just by being shining by the colorful glow, his soul felt extremely comfortable.

You must get this colorful island!

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

Without any obstacles, I easily landed on the island.

In an instant, Yan Peng was so relaxed that he could not help himself. His inexplicable power nourished his soul and soul, making him feel the illusion of returning to his mother's womb, and he wished he would live here and not leave for the rest of his life.

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

Yan Peng was shocked.

Someone?

He immediately turned his head and saw a young man at first sight. Next to the young man, there was a leopard shining with lightning all over his body.

What I just spoke seemed to be the... leopard?

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

The leopard sneered: "This old guy's qualifications are just like this. Even if he is placed in other worlds, he will be promoted to another level at most."

"Okay, work."

"What did the boss say?"

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

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

"Okay." The young man nodded helplessly and smiled at Yan Peng: "Old man, if you don't want to suffer, just tell everything you know as it is. God has the virtue of being a good life. If you cooperate well, the boss may let you go."

Yan Peng immediately looked solemn!

...

Between the gravel walls, Zuo Wuyou shouted the words with concern. The next moment, he saw the long sword in the hand of the Holy Son dance again, killing the enemies surrounding him.

Blood splattered everywhere and screamed in pain.

No one expected that after Yan Peng took action, Yang Kai could still act. Logically speaking, Yang Kai's soul should have been defeated by Yan Peng at this moment, either destroyed or controlled, but in fact, Yang Kai had no reaction at all.

If you don’t notice it for a while, the casualties of the people who already suffered heavy losses were even greater.

They were not surprised until only a few people died.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him soon!"

The people screamed, and a faint mist suddenly appeared on their bodies. As the mist spread, the strength of these people was obviously slightly improved.

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

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

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

"Be careful, Son, don't get contaminated with the fog!" Zuo Wuyou's worry sounded again.

But Yang Kai seemed to have not heard it. He captured the warrior in front of him and kept pressuring him to activate the power of the mist.

After a long time, Yang Kai stopped, and the captured warrior was extinct at the same time.

Standing there, Yang Kai showed a thoughtful look.

The fog... was actually the power of ink. Although it was very weak and weak, it was a little different from the power of ink that I had seen before, it was undoubtedly the power of ink.

Recalling the fanatical look Yan Peng showed before, Yang Kai suddenly realized that no wonder he felt that his expression seemed familiar.

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

Zuo Wuyou said: "Everyone in the Mo Sect has the power of Mo."
Chapter completed!