The moment Qin Hai took action, Yang Tian suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and his heart suddenly stopped as if it was not in control.
His heart felt heavy and he almost fainted.
Looking at his pale face, a flash of pride flashed across Qin Hai's face.
However, he did not relax, and instead held the spiritual power in his hand tighter.
"How's it going? Doesn't it feel good?"
Seeing Yang Tian's painful look, Ma Kang couldn't help but said proudly: "Weren't you quite arrogant before, why didn't you say anything?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian opened his eyes with difficulty, glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a mocking arc.
"Ha... A defeated dog always barks a few times when he thinks he has the upper hand."
After the words fell, Ma Kang's expression suddenly darkened.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
After being silent for a while, he smiled and said, "My mouth is quite strong, but unfortunately, my ability is not good enough."
As he spoke, he slowly approached Yang Tian, and a rich purple color appeared on his hands.
This piece of purple seemed like mist, floating in his palm, as delicate and soft as a gauze.
However, there was a strong pungent smell in the air accompanying it.
It can be seen that such a beautiful purple mist is not as beautiful as its appearance.
Seeing this, Yang Tian narrowed his eyes and secretly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, letting it fill his palms, neck and other places, ready to go.
In just a few moments, Ma Kang had already arrived at Yang Tian's side.
Perhaps it was his previous defeat that made him unwilling to engage in unnecessary verbal disputes.
When he got close to Yang Tian, he didn't even say a word, he just raised his purple mist-covered hand and slapped Yang Tian's heart fiercely.
Looking at the rolling purple mist, a sharp light flashed in Yang Tian's eyes.
I had heard Qiao Xue mention this person before and knew that he was good at using poison and was extremely difficult to deal with.
Looking at the situation in front of him, he could almost guess that if this shot was real, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.
Thinking of this, Yang Tian's hand hanging by his side suddenly moved.
"Forehead!"
Immediately afterwards, a muffled hum sounded.
Ma Kang was slapped on the forehead by Yang Tian, and the purple smoke on his hand dissipated a little.
Seeing that Yang Tian could still resist, Qin Hai's eyes flashed with surprise.
He quickly completed a hand seal, and the next moment, the spiritual power imprisoned around Yang Tian was compressed again.
Originally, Qin Hai's technique was to use spiritual power to control the oxygen around the enemy, plunder the enemy's spiritual power, and thereby kill the enemy.
His technique is very rare, and ordinary monks would never even think of it.
In addition, his methods are very sinister and the timing of his attacks is mysterious and unpredictable. Therefore, since he learned this move, he has been invincible and has never failed.
However, he never thought that one day he would be broken free.
However, despite being surprised, Qin Hai was not in a hurry.
He smiled coldly, and the aura surrounding Yang Tian's side quietly peeked out, and then struck Yang Tian's neck suddenly.
"Forehead."
Under such a heavy blow, Yang Tian couldn't help but frown and groaned.
Seeing this, Qin Hai's expression became even more proud.
