The killing intent was even stronger, and while Zhang Kaifeng's peerless holy demon sword had not yet returned to his hand, how could Murong Shanghe miss this opportunity, and when he rushed out, he took out the double whip from the wide robe behind him. The twin whips swung like thunder and smashed down on the head. Zhang Kaifeng didn't choose to take it hard, he was observing, Murong Shanghe used two different martial arts artistic conceptions, one is that the water now reproduces a kind of thunder, moving like thunder, Zhang Kaifeng frowned.

The double whip smashed down, the ground shattered, Murong Shanghe took advantage of the situation to advance again, there seemed to be a thunderbolt flashing on the double whip, and immediately, a scorched black scar was blasted out of the tree in the distance. One of the two whips is soft and the other is rigid. Zhang Kaifeng was forced to chase and run, and a whip chased after him again, landing beside him, Murong Shanghe seemed to have known that this whip could not take his life but stirred, and suddenly the scarlet steel whip had a soft stirring force, which actually made Zhang Kaifeng's body be torn off by the steel whip.

Zhang Kaifeng was startled, and the soft energy where the steel whip fell slowed down his speed suddenly, and there was a whistling sound in his ears, and when he raised his arm, he only heard the sound of Peng, and a steel whip on his arm was whipped over fiercely, and the whole person was blasted out by the huge force on the steel whip, and suddenly the whole arm fell down.

"The remnants of the Demon Sword Dao should be ambushed. Murong Shanghe shouted angrily.

"What is sin, and how can a person be sure of sin? Zhang Kaifeng stood not far away, his eyes were cold: "Could it be that your Murong family prides itself on being high, so you delusionally want to count the sins of the Demon Sword Dao?"

When Murong Shanghe heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched with anger: "My Murong family has a hundred years of prestige, I stand on the right path, everything I do is for the heavens, and the crimes committed by the Demon Sword Dao are recognized by the whole world, just by virtue of you as a yellow-mouthed child, you can determine the rights and wrongs of the Murong family." ”

"My Demon Sword Dao ancestors threw their heads and spilled their blood at the border pass, but I didn't see your Murong family living in the border pass to kill the enemy, and in the end it was just a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death. Zhang Kaifeng replied coldly: "Manipulating methods to frame others, your Murong family is a veteran, I think if your ancestors knew that their descendants were like this, they would definitely be so angry that they jumped out of the coffin board!"

"Shut up! Demon Sword Dao's cheap life, didn't your parents teach you the truth of being a human being? Since you are wrong, you should go back and be judged in front of the world. Murong Shanghe shouted: "Besides, there is still Jianmen to testify, but you still want to deny it." ”

"With me, the Demon Sword Dao is not yet the turn of the people of the world to be judged, and it is the people of the world who owe us an apology to the Demon Sword Dao. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes flashed with a cold light: "A casual testimony from the Sword Gate makes you believe it, and most of the people in the world are mediocre." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll take you down today. Murong Shanghe drank.

Just now he observed that Zhang Kaifeng was whipped away by the steel whip, the injury was not light, and there were wisps of thunder entangled, and then looking at the paleness on his face for a moment, Murong Shanghe laughed, and the double whip slammed down fiercely forward, and then praised Haoran's skills, and suddenly the smoke and dust flew, and the internal strength shook the ground on this side, and attacked the unyielding swordsman in front of him.

The left arm was wounded, and he couldn't raise his strength, but how could a sword-man with arrogance be so easily swallowed. Living in hell for five years, he tasted humiliation and couldn't save his friends around him, he was crazy with hatred, the tragedy of Zhongyi Town was his powerlessness, and the resentment of his family was not cleared, how could he be defeated here. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were as cold as electricity, Nei Yuan hugged him, his right hand was twisted into a sword finger, and in the face of the surging internal strength, the sword finger smeared a horizontal light in front of him.

Bang!

The two internal forces slammed into the pair of sword fingers, and the ground cracked inch by inch like a cow turning over, stirring the earth, and only one person was seen flying out of the billowing smoke and dust, unscathed.

"Khooth!"

Suddenly, a metallic voice came, and Murong Shanghe changed color, because behind him, an extremely sharp aura rushed towards the back of his heart. There was also the sound of metal here and now, except for the steel whip in his hand, Zhang Kaifeng had no sword in his hand. So where did the sound of metal come from, could it be that there are still people in the shadows, but since the fight just now, no one has come out to help the fist, bluffing.

"It's a sword. ”

Murong Shanghe was taken aback, and then he thought that there was a sword that fell to the ground here and now, but how could that sword suddenly bounce off the ground, and it also pierced through with such a fast sharp aura.

Don't think about it, at the moment of crisis, no matter how conceited Murong Shanghe is, he will not gamble with his life. In an instant, the foot turned, and the whole person was like a tumbler, tilting out to the side. Almost at the same time, the unmanned sword slashed almost against his chest, and the green shirt was cut by the sharp blade, and then the blade touched a touch of the rippling water and was bounced out.

Murong Shanghe, who had just returned from the Ghost Gate, had not yet taken a breath, and the long sword that swept by flew in front of the young swordsman not far away, extremely docile, without the breathtaking edge just now, and made a slight sword sound on the young man's body, as if he was telling something.

"It doesn't matter if we don't stab him, it's time for us to work together to kill the enemy. For a long time, Zhang Kaifeng said with a smile.

Murong Shanghe's expression changed slightly after witnessing this scene, the Taoist sword art has never been passed on, and the top masters, after their skills and realms climb, they will naturally comprehend this way with their comprehension. But Zhang Kaifeng, who can comprehend this way at this age, is really demonic, but relying on the spirituality in the sword, it is impossible for people to communicate with each other. And looking at that sword again, it seems to have spirituality, and it is a good divine weapon that has not been encountered in a hundred years.

If the blade used by a warrior is not forged from the best meteoric iron, it will break during the battle when he gets along with the blade, so how can he cultivate spirituality. Those sects with strong backgrounds all worship the best blades as their ancestors, and let them give birth to spirituality for hundreds of years. The Murong family also had it, but he had never seen it. But it's not so easy to cultivate spirituality, and maybe it will fail, in a word, but it depends on the will of God.

The bronze peerless Holy Demon Sword was able to give birth to spirituality, which was also the result of a long time, and what prompted him to break through that shackle so quickly was the opportunity brought by the Heavenly Demon Rushing Seven Evils to break through that shackle.

His face sank slightly, Murong Shanghe's eyes flashed with a cold light, with Zhang Kaifeng's attack methods with the help of this sword, coupled with his skills, even if he had not yet condensed the will of martial arts, he still had the strength to fight with him. However, in the light of his eyes, there is even more fiery greed, watching this sword give birth to spirituality not long ago, if he can take it over, after a few years of getting along with each other, it will become a great weapon for him.

However, at the same time, Murong Shanghe's heart swelled with monstrous jealousy, why did this person take all the good things he had, this kind of sword spirit that he had not encountered in a hundred years, he had such skills at a young age, compared to his hard work and hard cultivation to reach this point, I don't know how much hardship he endured to achieve today's achievements. Compared to it, could it be that he has been eating all these years, and he is jealous, and he wants to kill Zhang Kaifeng here.

Stepping out, the steel whip had already pounced out like two crimson snakes, heading towards the young swordsman not far away, with a blazing killing intent.

The whirring double whip was like a red snake opening its hideous mouth, and it was all of a sudden before entering, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were calm, his eyes were sharp, and his body was fast, and he rushed out with his sword almost at the same time.

Abandoning all the fancy, a sword slashed upward, and almost at the same time, the sound of the sonorous weapon striking came out later. The weapons of the two people were handed over, and the two people did not retreat. The four eyes are facing each other, one is angry, the other is calm.

was able to make such a calm and relaxed move, this rising star completely ignited Murong Shanghe's anger, and with a loud shout, the power of the double whip was urged, and he wanted to kill this son here.

The opponent's power kept coming, Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows did not move, he jumped down, the sword protected his body, but turned around in a circle, letting the majestic power pass by, and blasted a big hole in the distance. Immediately, a sword swung out, and a dense sword net poured down from Murong Shanghe's back.

The fierce sword energy coming from behind, Murong Shanghe's expression changed, but he couldn't dodge it, he could only raise his skills violently, turning into a strong gang qi all behind, blocking the fierce sword power that poured out.

"Canopy!"

It seems to be disorganized, but it is a sword that turns into a dense sword strength, specializing in one point, even if Murong Shang has profound skills in Hanoi, he will eventually suffer under this sword. The whole person smashed forward like a kite with a broken string, and his mouth was bright red.

Suffering a loss for the first time, Murong Shanghe changed color, this young swordsman's skill can still be improved, and the strength of the sword continues to increase, which surprised him. However, the killing machine did not stop, and the killing intent came shockingly.

Zhang Kaifeng spit out his inner breath again, spit out the turbid qi in his chest, and in his fixed eyes, the purple light shone, the murderous aura was like a flame battle spirit, and a body of demonic qi gushed out. Leaving a purple light in the air, a sword came out again.

A sword Ling Chen, and then with a murderous person, Zhang Kaifeng's seemingly simple sword swing was powerful at this moment, and it was twisted around the sword. Murong Shanghe was shocked, but he could only meet the enemy, the double whips were staggered and polished, so that the soft internal strength touched the fierce sword strength, and then blasted out with a thunderous steel whip, overcoming rigidity with softness, and striking with thunder, this is the martial arts will that he condensed. However, although Zhang Kaifeng is not as condensed as Murong Shanghe's martial will, the sword is on the sidelines, and he is going to break through ten thousand methods with one force, screen out all distracting thoughts, focus on the sword itself, plus the magic energy of the demon lotus in his body, and the moves are more and more fluid. In the dense forest, the sword light was dazzling, and the sound of the sonorous weapon exchange was endless, and the battle made a hundred trees shake and fly sand and stones.

(End of chapter)