Standing in front of the gate of Dengxian Tower, everyone looked at Zhang Kaifeng, and his expression changed from a relaxed spectator to a dignified one, originally thinking that this person's strength was not very good, and he dared to make a move in the Ethereal Palace, but it was just relying on the territory of the Ethereal Palace, so that Wu Yu and others were afraid that they did not make a dead move, but the strength he showed now was different from the past. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Kaifeng has never played a sword, but the momentum on his body is getting stronger and stronger, although the qi in his body is turbulent, but it is as calm as a lake, and everyone who meets him is afraid.

The momentum on his body is condensed but not dispersed, once this power breaks out, it will be like a furious sea, killing all the way, Zhang Kaifeng did not draw his sword, but fought with speed, and those who can kill with one blow will not waste time.

"Childe asked me to meet him. A man asked, standing beside Yang Feihong.

"Go, kill him. Yang Feihong said coldly.

The man left the Dengxian Tower and walked in the opposite direction, and a man beside Wu Yu also followed, heading in the direction of Zhang Kaifeng and them.

The courage is not small, Zhang Kaifeng noticed it, but he had no intention of stopping, those two people came with killing intent to kill him.

One person's breath is as cold as frost, and the other's breath is as hot as fire, it is the people of Ziyangmen and Yang Jiabao, the breath on their bodies is too obvious, Zhang Kaifeng is now wearing a human skin mask, Yang Feihong and Wu Yu put the conflict between Zhang Kaifeng and them a few days ago and now let people come over to kill him.

"Kill!"

The sound of anger and killing began, and the two of them rushed over one after the other, one of them condensed the frost with his fist, and the other with red light in his palm, murderous. However, Zhang Kaifeng's spiritual sense is very keen, I saw him holding the quaint scabbard in one hand, one arm to meet the enemy, the man from Yangjiabao obviously attracted a greater killing machine to Zhang Kaifeng's conceit, the fist tightened, the waist twisted like a rope, and then the impact came out, the converging fist was more dangerous, Zhang Kaifeng Neiyuan mentioned again, in an instant, the internal breath was put out of three ways, one arm hit the fist straight, there was no earth-shattering sound, let the cold breath impact, Zhang Kaifeng's feet were all shattered behind him, there was a fiery killing machine behind him, his feet did not leave the tile, and then his body leaned back, grasping the cold fist like ice cubes and dragging it back, took the warrior of Yangjiabao to the top of his head, and smacked towards the person behind him, the warrior of Yangjiabao was surprised that he couldn't break free, and the young man who seemed to be thinner than him lost in strength.

The martial artist of the Ziyang Gate had to put it away, because after he lost his goal, to be precise, he was blocked by the martial artist of Yangjiabao.

Zhang Kaifeng's sword scabbard like a tumbler was propped up on the tile, and the reflexive palm slammed out, accurately slapped on the back of the Yangjiabao warrior, and instantly shot out one after another with his fingertips.

"Not good!" The Yang Jiabao warrior was shocked, and felt that Zhang Kaifeng's palm was secretly mysterious, but he couldn't remind Zhang Kaifeng

Considers!

When he resisted the warrior of Yangjiabao, he found that the person had not suffered much damage at all, the impact of the power was not so heavy, and he could easily stop it, it stands to reason that Zhang Kaifeng could not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and at the moment of surprise, the person's expression changed greatly, and the warrior of Yangjiabao rushed out in front of him, and the strength was led into his whole body along his palm, and this person suddenly flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Fighting cattle across the mountains, this trick is not used much on the rivers and lakes, without him, it is too difficult to master this trick, and it needs to have the support of a strong internal force, and the compression of the true yuan that night made Zhang Kaifeng's internal force pure beyond imagination, and the strength that rushed out of the body of the Yangjiabao warrior attacked directly, which was the power that concealed Zhang Kaifeng's previous full palm.

It was too close, and the force of the frontal attack hit the man head-on without being guarded, and his chest instantly collapsed, vomiting blood, and falling from the roof, he could not survive.

"Damn!"

The warriors of Yangjiabao were shocked and surprised at the same time, Zhang Kaifeng's methods were too weird, and he was so proficient in using the outdated move of fighting cattle across the mountain, he had to marvel at this person's talent. At the same time, there was a surge of remorse in his heart, why did he let Yang Feihong face such a person, but since he was right, he had to kill him completely.

The qi of his body increased, and when he turned around, he was full of frost, and he didn't expect to be able to kill the other party, after all, this young man had not drawn his sword so far, which was enough to prove his self-confidence.

With the palm of all his strength, at the cost of life energy, Yangjiabao's unique martial arts frost cloud fell out, and the cold frost spread, as if it was a cold winter, and frost suddenly condensed on the roof. Seeing this, Zhang Kaifeng stood still, his expression was calm, the scabbard in his hand rotated, and his right hand finally held the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword hidden in the scabbard.

In an instant, the light flickered, Yangjiabao's warrior qi soared like a torrent, and between the shaking arms, the majestic power pressed over, Zhang Kaifeng swayed in the river like a flat boat, and the tiles behind him were rushed away, frozen by frost in mid-air and then shattered, and frost condensed on his sword.

With a swing of the sword, Zhang Kaifeng retracted his qi, condensed but did not emit, making himself like a stubborn stone, stabbing out with his sword, and the frost fingers were like protecting an iron weapon, pressing step by step.

The palm momentum pressed down towards Zhang Kaifeng, such as Mount Tai pressing the top, the roof was crushed by this gas machine, Zhang Kaifeng was relieved to breathe again, and the sword was used to make the qi, and the gas was vaporized, and the sword was waved to block to deal with it.

Giving up the energy of life, the power of Yang Jiabao's dead man skyrocketed, and his faint skill actually climbed to the peak, like a palm of the wild waves, the front smashed down, the frost hit his face, Zhang Kaifeng turned like a swinging swallow, constantly retreating, the sword shadow was fast and chaotic, and the fierce palm momentum was unloaded with extremely fast sword speed.

The advantage has been gained, the dead soldier of Yangjiabao took the opportunity to rush forward, the fierce palm is splitting, in the face of the fierce palm, Zhang Kaifeng's hand holding the sword suddenly let go, his fingertips flicked, the long sword rotated in the twilight, and the wisps of sword qi lingered, in the face of that palm momentum, the long sword was like a giant python around the arm and slashed up. The dead man raised his arm, and the power of the frost suddenly caused the light-containing sword to fly upside down.

"Demon Blade Decision!" "Holding the light sword, Zhang Kaifeng said in a low voice.

The expression was solemn, and a resolute and ruthless killing intent permeated out with the sword that was pulled out of its scabbard, and the determination, determination, and killing life and death were exactly the true meaning of the move of the Demon Sword Dao.

Without dodging or dodging, Zhang Kaifeng held the sword with both hands, the blade of the sword flashed with a terrifying cold light, and when he met the palms, a piercing sound sounded, Zhang Kaifeng made two scratches on the roof with his feet, and the dead soldier of Yangjiabao flew out upside down and hit the eaves.

"How is that possible!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

Several people standing in front of the door were shocked, Zhang Kaifeng's sword was hugely powerful, and they were all surprised.