These two men were ordinary-looking, one bloated, the other lean as a bamboo pole, and they were armed with a sword.

"You are the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng!" the bloated man spit out the words sonorously, like a divine weapon, sharp and stunning.

The sword qi around them lingered, and with each step, the sword qi slashed across the ground, bursting out of the Dao sparks and cutting the grooves of the Dao Dao.

"That's right, it's me!" Zhang Kaifeng turned a blind eye to those terrifying sword qi, and every word was so calm.

"Dare to appear here in a grand manner, are you waiting for us?" said the short and thin man as he stared at Zhang Kaifeng.

"Yes, I've been waiting here for a long time, but I'm not just waiting for you, but also for the pretentious righteous paths, and I'll send you on your way. Zhang Kaifeng replied very simply.

"Haha....... The bloated sword slave laughed loudly, his poor hair fluttering like dead branches, and his almost invisible eyes showed a chill: "Now, you are the enemy of the entire martial arts, even if you come back, it can't change the outcome of your death." It's just right that our sword gate will take off your head. ”

The short and thin sword slave said disdainfully: "Draw your sword! Kill you, we will allow you to draw your sword." ”

"The two minions of the Sword Gate are not worthy of letting me draw my sword. Zhang Kaifeng stepped forward.

"What a big breath, it's a pity that you Zhang Kaifeng was born in the wrong era, this is no longer the era of the Demon Sword Dao, the Demon Sword Dao is rotten, and you are destined to become a climate. Bloated and fat teasing, with a sneer on his face.

"The Demon Sword Dao has decayed, then let me see how many catties and taels the dog minions of the two Sword Sects have. Zhang Kaifeng quickened his pace.

The same is true for the two sword slaves, even if Zhang Kaifeng easily kills the two bloodthirsty killers, they are not afraid, in their opinion, what about the bloodthirsty killers, but they don't dare to provoke the head of the sword gate, otherwise they will be destroyed.

Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows grew colder, and the sword on his waist was still unsheathed.

"Buzz!"

A sword slave stood still, only the short and thin sword slave came over, he didn't draw his sword, but just urged the sword qi around them to condense, wanting to kill Zhang Kaifeng with a pure sword qi.

"Buzz!"

Zhang Kaifeng's footsteps did not stop, and he also urged his own sword qi to condense, and fought with that person invisibly.

"Zheng" "Zheng" "Zheng"

The two sword qi clashed back and forth in the void, as if two invisible swords were colliding fiercely, erupting into brilliant firelight.

This is a confrontation of the same level realm, and it is a battle between two people's understanding of swords, and it is also a battle for the strength of their own swordsmanship.

"Bang!"

The two of them were faster and faster step by step, and in the end, only the afterimage remained, and between the electric light and flint, each punched and touched together. There was a roar, like thunder falling to the ground.

After the first punch, the second punch followed, and in the end, it was impossible to see how many punches the two of them had made.

The sound of the fist became louder and louder, and every time the fists of those two people collided together, they were beaten like a heavenly drum, and it was terrifying.

The fist was rolling, overwhelming, the momentum was compelling, radiating out to all sides, and the people who were a little closer let out a miserable scream, and were instantly separated by the sword qi and died.

Neither of them came out of the sword, relying on their own physique.

It's still in the middle of the void!

The two of them each received a punch from the other and withdrew, knowing a little about each other's cultivation. The sword slaves cultivated by the Sword Gate are indeed extraordinary, and their swordsmanship attainments are amazing. Even if you don't get the orthodox swordsmanship of the Sword Gate, you can still evolve a peerless skill.

"Your skill?" The short and thin sword slave frowned, from the punch just now, he instantly felt that Zhang Kaifeng's internal strength was extremely strange, it was an indescribable feeling. But he was sure that Zhang Kaifeng's skills must be weaker than him.

Zhang Kaifeng slipped out of the way for two feet before stopping, patted the dust on his body, and the comprehension of the sword asked himself that he was definitely not weaker than anyone. During those days in Beiyuan, it was not just a vain hack to be fed by Mo Lao every day, and there was also a stone tablet of the Demon God Palace, which confirmed his own swordsmanship, which created two different swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the ground rumbled and shook, and the short and thin sword slave's whole body erupted with dazzling light.

Dao Dao was dazzling and radiant, this was the surging sword qi emanating from the short and thin sword slave.

"There are some doorways. Zhang Kaifeng squinted his eyes and said.

The short and thin sword slave didn't answer, and the sword of Chongxiao suddenly converged, and the heaven and earth returned to their normal brilliance again, and then condensed into a sword, which he held in his hand and slashed towards Zhang Kaifeng.

Zhang Kaifeng quickly sank his waist, took a step forward with his right foot, firmly planted his two soles on the ground, and raised his left arm.

"Dang!"

Under the condensed sword, Zhang Kaifeng's left arm seemed to be covered with iron armor, blocking the heavy slash of the sword, even so, his left arm was still trembling.

"This is the power of the Holy Demon Yuan Fetus, but it is slightly different from the sons in the door. The bloated sword slave frowned.

The Holy Demon Yuan Fetus is a technique in the Demon Sword Dao, and the Sword Gate also has it, but compared to the pure true qi when Zhang Kaifeng used it, it was like ink-like demonic qi.

But what surprised them the most was that Zhang Kaifeng's swordsmanship cultivation was no worse than that of people of the same age, and even stronger. Although he has not yet used his swordsmanship, his foundation is extremely strong, and the swordsmanship of the Demon Sword Dao is worthy of being the existence of an era.

"Even if you have the Holy Demon Primordial Fetus, you still have escaped death!" the short and thin sword slave sneered, twisting his wrist and his strength skyrocketing, shaking the white-haired young man back.

"Who doesn't know how to talk big words, if you want to break my protective qi with sword qi alone, it's a fool's dream. Zhang Kaifeng smashed the sword qi that was on his arm with a punch, and sneered: "If there are any means, don't hurry up, otherwise you won't have a chance." ”

The short and thin sword slave shook his head and said, "Yelang is arrogant, although I am refining the way of the sword, how can I only walk on one path, you can take your life!"

As soon as the words were finished, a sword qi appeared beside Zhang Kaifeng, which was different from the sword qi full of killing intent, but a sword qi that flowed smoothly. Like a babbling stream, it flows calmly.

The slowly moving sword qi stretched from the short and thin sword slave to the front, and a figure had already followed the calm sword qi quickly, and the aura of danger was permeating.

Zhang Kaifeng was startled, raised his hand, and opened his fists, and his five fingers changed from normal color to snow.

"Brush!!"

The sword command is like lightning, like a crossbow arrow, the speed is so fast that people can't see clearly, and the extremely sharp breath is enough to make people's bodies cold, with a devastating breath, suffocating people, and beating the ground into a sieve.

"Whew!!"

But at this moment, the aura emanating from the short and thin sword slave was even stronger, and his speed was even faster, so fast that only an elongated afterimage remained, like a lightning bolt jumping, unable to lock it firmly.

The rain of sword qi was all in vain. He's approaching at breakneck speed, surprisingly fast.

I don't know what happened to him, I don't know if he took any pills, or maybe this person is not only practicing swordsmanship, but also other outstanding exercises.

Zhang Kaifeng's heart jumped, this person's swordsmanship is not only not weak, but also a powerful light skill, and he has integrated it into his own swordsmanship. No wonder it can make him fully vigilant and dare not relax.

"In the past six months, I have often gone out and killed a few so-called masters, why do you think that?" said the short and thin sword slave.

"Sharpen the sword!" Zhang Kaifeng's face sank.

The so-called "sharpening the sword" is that some swordsmen have been in retreat for too long, the whole person lacks fighting, and the killing intent and flexibility on their bodies are reduced, and the first thing they do when they go out is to challenge the masters, the kind that never stops. Only in that case can we recover.

"Yes, you're smart. After I killed the last opponent, I received an order from the master, do you think I'm lucky. The short and thin sword slave smiled and said, "However, that is your misfortune, because I have recovered, a sword that has been polished smooth, a sword that has been restored to the past, is invincible." You are honored to be a sharpening stone for me. ”

This is premature. Zhang Kaifeng was not afraid, shook his fingers again, and several sword rays broke through the air.

The sword aura was in the air, and in an instant, a dazzling sword light appeared out of thin air in this land, covering the place.

The gloomy voice kept coming, and the short and thin sword slave figure became more and more ghostly, and the sword qi hit him with his afterimage, and he shuttled in the sword rain, approaching quickly.

Zhang Kaifeng frowned, the other party's speed was incredibly fast, but he was constantly changing his position, not giving the other party a chance to get close easily.

"A lot of people lose to you because they despised you from the start, and I wouldn't make the same mistake. "After the speed of the short and thin sword slave has skyrocketed, it has exceeded the ordinary understanding, if ordinary people face this speed, they will inevitably fall into the rhythm of the other party, and their minds will be consumed to death.

However, this exponential increase is definitely not as simple as trying to get close to him. He was hatching a plan, and it must have something to do with the swordsmanship he was cultivating.

Zhang Kaifeng knew in his heart that he would no longer stimulate his sword qi, as long as he distanced himself, then this speed would not pose a threat to him. It's just that he has to watch out for another sword slave, and this invisible danger is the most terrifying.

And his delay in drawing his sword also made the sword slave who was watching the battle jealous and did not dare to shoot easily, but relatively without a sword in his hand, his combat power was invisibly reduced and visible to the naked eye. This came and went, but it was the short and thin sword slave who took the initiative to attack. This is a game that has been carefully set up a long time ago, and it has been laid out from the moment they appeared, just waiting for him to enter the net.

If it goes on like this, it is always himself who is passive, and he must break this situation. With a twist of thought, Zhang Kaifeng stepped a little and rushed forward.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, a voice came, Zhang Kaifeng's back was cold, the soles of his feet twisted, and he moved sideways without hesitation.

And in the direction he rushed just now, he was shattered by the sword qi. It was the bloated sword slave who took out the sword, and he saw Zhang Kaifeng's intentions.

The action was blocked, and in an instant, the sword qi broke through the air, Zhang Kaifeng twisted sideways, and a sword grazed his cheek, cutting off a few hairs.

"Huh!" the short and thin sword slave was surprised, but he had already seen Zhang Kaifeng pounce.

A sword aura was already about to reach the eyebrows of the short and thin sword slave, but seeing that Zhang Kaifeng had no intention of stopping, he turned his palm and pressed it heavily behind him without looking back.

The palm is strong and domineering, and the ground cracks as far as the palm strength reaches. In the midst of the rubble, a long sword was suppressed in the place covered by the palm.

This sword is extremely small compared to ordinary swords, trapped by the strength of the palm, and rushes in all directions, like a small snake that can't find an exit.

The other sword qi was suddenly blocked, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the short and thin sword slave's mouth, and Zhang Kaifeng secretly said that something was wrong. That palm could add another three percent of the strength, but it was found by the sword that the flaw and rushed out in one breath. Like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, it wrapped around his arm and stabbed the back of the head with lightning speed.