Drawing the sword out of the sheath, the murderous aura swept like the sea, and at this moment, the peerless holy demon sword held high suddenly cut down, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like a flood wave, breaking through the embankment, and rushing out violently.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and where it passes, it is like an earth dragon turning over. In an instant, the dust was flying, as if the cavalry was charging into battle, and the momentum was shocking.

Nangong Jun's long hair was flying, and the golden long sword was held in his hand, and he stepped forward with a deep footprint, sinking into the dantian, like a strong reef in front of the rolling sword qi. The rebel god in his hand burst out like a blazing sun at this moment, and a sword slashed forward.

In an instant, the golden sword and the rolling sword qi collided together, and the sound of metal crashing erupted. And he himself was pushed away by the sword qi, and a deep ravine was ploughed out under his feet.

This sword is extremely extraordinary, it can be worn down by such a sharp sword qi without any damage, and the sword gang that exudes is actually playing a role in protecting the master, no wonder Nangong Jun has a soft spot for it, it is not unreasonable.

No matter how strong the sword qi is, it can still be broken under the wear and tear for a long time, when Nangong Jun grabbed the weakening of the sword qi, his sword intent suddenly improved, and the golden sword shone brightly, blooming its own light in the torrent of sword qi, only to see Nangong Jun's wrist turn the reverse sword, from a vertical one to a horizontal slash.

The horizontal qi fell, and the sword qi flood was lifted under this sword, and the scene was extremely magnificent, like a sword dividing the waves, and it was really a god and a man. The sword qi that was separated by a sword fell not far away, startling the billowing smoke and dust, and everyone who watched the battle was shaken by this sword.

The sword qi was cut into two strands, and it did not cause any damage to Nangong Jun, Zhang Kaifeng knew in his heart, a master of their level wanted to hurt the opponent with the sword qi alone, unless the opponent stood still and did not use any means. Only by fighting can you hurt your opponent, this is the truth.

His eyes flashed, and his slightly bent legs stepped on the ground with two deep marks, and the whole person instantly flew out like an arrow from the string, and his figure blurred all of a sudden.

A wisp of green smoke disappeared with the wind, but the figure rushed out at great speed.

Nangong Jun slashed away the sword wave with a sword, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the faint figure, exhaled and raised his eyebrows, so with this indomitable speed, he couldn't close the momentum, he must be asking for his own death, he would not remind a dying person. The left and right feet quickly stood forward and backward, and the posture of swinging the sword and sprinting was already completed in an instant. The golden sword burst out with dazzling light at this moment, stabbing out towards the extremely fast figure.

The stabbing sword is like a rainbow, like a small sun exploding in front of him, the dazzling light makes the viewer feel that his eyes are tingling, the speed of the sword is really terrifying, the void is like being pierced by this extremely fast sword, a white light is clearly visible, and it has reached the center of the white-haired young man's eyebrows.

The extremely fast golden sword reached the center of the white-haired youth's eyebrows, and he was about to collide with it, but he saw Zhang Kaifeng's figure disappear suddenly.

"Not good!"

"Behind the scenes?"

"Not right, ahead?"

Nangong Jun's heart shook, his expression changed suddenly, he couldn't judge the direction where the sword appeared at this moment, which was extremely fatal. Warriors compete, if a judgment is wrong, then it is not only an advantage that is buried, but also a life. The person in front of him turned out to be a phantom, and who else could do it at this speed in today's martial arts, he didn't know, because no matter how he thought about it, he would not have expected that the person who fought against him would be Zhang Kaifeng, the person who created his own swordsmanship.

When the color changed, there was already a sound of breaking the sky in my ears, which was the sound of the sword cutting through the air, and it was very fast. The sword was cut into his throat, and before the blade arrived, his throat already felt painful, and you could know how sharp it was.

There is no way to retreat, only to dodge, Nangong Jun decisively leaned back, and almost at the same time, the sword appeared, shaving off several strands of his long hair, and the long hair did not go away with the wind, but was twisted into powder by the sword qi on the peerless holy demon sword.

Nangong Jun, whose scalp was numb, had not yet recovered his senses, and Zhang Kaifeng's peerless holy demon sword had already changed its trajectory, from a horizontal slash to a downward slash. The sword intent was pressing, and the sword qi skyrocketed.

The anger of Nangong Jun, who was already passive after only a few moves, can be imagined, he is the overlord of the future generation, how can he bear such grievances.

Furious!

Nangong Jun's true qi surged out violently, and his martial arts realm came out violently, fighting hard for the peerless Holy Demon Sword!

Thousand Mountains Town!

One by one, majestic peaks appear, majestic and independent, proud of the world. A heavy breath filled the air, making the place rumble.

"Dang!"

The sparks were shining, the peerless holy demon sword bounced back, and the towering mountain was also disillusioned.

Zhang Kaifeng snorted in his throat, the tiger's mouth holding the sword was numb, and the whole person was shaken back by the rebounding force, leaving deep footprints.

It seems that he has taken advantage, and Nangong Jun is not comfortable, the piece of land behind him has been slashed and collapsed by that sword, and the qi and blood in his body are tumbling.

But the strong man fought to the death at this moment, Nangong Junqiang suppressed the upside-down qi and blood, turned his hand and slapped it to the side, and the land next to him collapsed again, and he had already taken advantage of this to turn over and get up, stirring up the wind and clouds to change color. Nangong Jun swooped forward, and the golden sword was as brilliant as a rainbow.

Looking at the sword rainbow that swooped down, Zhang Kaifeng didn't retreat or dodge, stepped back with his right foot and made a footprint, and the peerless holy demon sword he held was towards the sword that swooped down, and when he was about to stab him, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he actually stabbed out the long sword.

The two long swords stabbed each other at each other's sword-wielding people, the speed of the sword was comparable, and the air flow that pierced appeared, two white rainbows appeared, one stabbed to the side of one person's abdomen, and the other stabbed to the waist of one person.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

The two swords stabbed each other at the same time, and the sound of gold and stone colliding erupted. The tips of the two swords couldn't break each other's bodies, which shows that the two of them have trained their respective bodies to various terrible situations.

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

Two cold snorts came from the noses and mouths of the two at the same time, Nangong Jun swung his sword, and the strength of the sword was urging, and he actually wanted to cut the white-haired young man in half. Zhang Kaifeng's expression did not move, and almost at the same time, a sword slashed upward.

Each feels that the other party's sword is not simple, although the sword intent of the comprehension is different, but they are all aimed at killing the enemy, so the swordsmen on the rivers and lakes will not regard those bells and whistles as sword intent, when the real swordsman fights, the fight is not only swordsmanship, sword body, but also the battle of will, which is the battle of their respective martial arts, it is the so-called sword intent battle of the swordsmen, which is stronger and which is weak, will determine whether their swords can hurt each other. The moment the sword intent climbed, in an instant, the sword qi soared, like two torrents rushing out. The sword qi of each of them overwhelmed the two of them in an instant.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Suddenly, two figures flew out of the torrent of sword qi, standing with swords, and the momentum of the two rose again.

Although Nangong Jun was born in a merchant family, but the Nangong family has a deep heritage, and there are countless unique martial arts books purchased from the rivers and lakes, Nangong Jun has been exposed to it since he was a child, he is a genius, and with the guidance of a famous teacher, the entry is even faster, and the swordsmanship will naturally not be weak, but will only be stronger.

Sure enough, Nangong Jun's swordsmanship is outstanding, and the sword he cultivates is called the Reverse God, which is naturally good. The sword goes sideways, and the tricks against the chaos are not as particular as those big sects on the rivers and lakes, and the sword moves that those sects dare not make, and the unreasonable sword moves, turn decay into magic in his hands.

The dazzling golden light came out from unexpected places from time to time, and the eyes, chest, and back of the heart were full of ruthless sword moves.

The heart does not move, the god does not move, let you have a thousand sword intentions, I am immovable like a mountain. Zhang Kaifeng cultivates swords, and confronts others, of course, it is not the first time, in the face of such unfamiliar swordsmanship, he will not underestimate the enemy, let alone be careless.

The sword roared continuously, Nangong Jun was like the existence of a phantom, and the sword blade continued to shoot out a cold light. The chaotic sword shadow is unstoppable.

"No matter how good your defense is, in front of my sword, you will only end up in defeat. Nangong Jun laughed, and the sword was even more crazy: "Kill against the gods!"

As soon as the words fell, Nangong Jun's figure disappeared in place.

Danger lurking, Zhang Kaifeng was shocked to realize that he couldn't catch Nangong Jun's breath at this moment.

The cold light was like the sun, but it was not warm, but a cold breath, and several cold rays were reflected in the depths of the white-haired young man's pupils. His figure retreated to the left, but there was a stabbing pain in his right shoulder, and the sword that struck his left shoulder actually appeared in his right shoulder.

The Reverse Sword Technique made Zhang Kaifeng's heart sink for the first time, and after blocking several swords in a row, the golden sword slashed towards his throat, this time he didn't dare to be careless, and when he didn't find a crack, he still had to retreat first. The figure retreated again, and sure enough, the sword was not slashed at his throat, but at his chest, fortunately he retreated in time and swung his sword to slap off the golden sword, otherwise he would have been pierced through his chest by this time.

"Who are you, why are you cursing me here!" Nangong Jun asked as he exchanged hands, but the coldness at the corner of his mouth did not weaken because of this: "No matter who sent you, as long as you surrender to me, you still have a chance to live." ”

The white-haired young man did not answer, although he retreated step by step, but did not open the door because of this. The chill in Nangong Jun's eyes was even stronger, the golden sword was like a golden snake walking through the hole, a sword was better than a sword, a precise sword, slashing, stabbing, and splitting a series of swords were all slashed on the sword in the hands of the white-haired young man.

The sword is fierce and compelling, the strange and unpredictable sword, in the dazzling moment, the sword is scattered, and only one sword goes straight forward.

This sword was so obvious that Zhang Kaifeng reached out his sword finger and successfully caught the golden sword that was rushing forward. I couldn't help frowning, it was really unreasonable.

"Ha!" Sure enough, Nangong Jun chuckled, and with a twist of his wrist, the golden sword was blazing again.

A sword qi spat out from the tip of the sword, and shot towards the white-haired young man's eyebrows, and at the same time, Nangong Jun's sword was pushed forward with renewed strength.

The sword qi was in front of it, and it was already in danger, and now the tip of the sword that was pushed over hit the eyebrows of the white-haired youth, and it was almost a certain death before and after, but the white-haired young man was shocked, and the invisible aura was vigorous, shattering the sword qi that hit his eyebrows, but the constantly advancing sword tip still couldn't change its trajectory.

It's just that at this moment, the white-haired youth made an extremely unusual move. He let go of the sword in his hand, and the peerless holy demon sword that was originally about to be inserted into the ground was actually a little finger of the white-haired young man at this moment, and the blade of the sword swirled, slashing towards Nangong Jun's arm.

It was really unexpected for Nangong Jun to be able to change so quickly at such a critical moment, and he didn't want his arm to be lost here. With a turn of thought, the sword body turned, broke free from the shackles of the sword fingers, and at one point, the whole figure of the whole person retreated backwards. At the same time, a sword slashed in succession, and several sword qi rushed towards the white-haired youth.

Holding the peerless Saint Demon Sword with his backhand, Zhang Kaifeng's long sword swept away, and the streamer light on the sword flew, shattering those sword qi when he landed.

"Dance Against the Gods!"

Several sword qi came out in a row, Nangong Jun didn't think that this could cause damage, and then with lightning speed, the golden sword seemed to break through the spatial distance, and the extremely fast reverse divine sword slashed out.

The sword flower is like a swaying lily, like a woman's dancing posture on the stage, and the beautiful sword, which makes the group of people fall silent and intoxicated at this moment.

Nangong Jun's sword has a profound meaning, he can actually understand the state of mind of the original creator, and the sword power is better than the previous sword move. The posture of dancing the sword, but the speed of the sword is not slow, and it is close in the blink of an eye, and this move cannot be stopped.

Zhang Kaifeng was surprised, his heart was shaken, he held the hilt of the sword, raised the sword body, and touched the sword with his sword fingers, and the sword intent was rising.

"The wind is easy to trace!"

Since it can't be stopped, then break it in his way and see whose sword is faster.

(End of chapter)