The mountains and rivers are beautiful, Zhang Kaifeng's murderous aura walking in the mountains gradually disappeared, and the whole person is no longer so sharp, but a little more quiet, he was originally a scholar, and the Confucian aura cultivated over the years made him calm down quickly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Along the way, Zhang Kaifeng cultivated his mind and eliminated his own anger.

"Come out, what's the use of hiding, I didn't think you would find me first. Zhang Kaifeng sighed.

"It's a magic sword. A cold voice sounded, and then a figure walked out from the side of the road: "Let me meet first, it means that your life is not very good." “

The person who came was cold, and frost appeared under his feet at every step of the way, and the identity of the person who could have such a cold true qi was self-evident as the warrior of Yangjiabao.

"Yangjiabao's people? What a bunch of nasty flies. Zhang Kaifeng sneered: "You will only be villains who take advantage of people's danger." ”

"The winner is the king, the loser is the coward, the rivers and lakes are the weak and the strong, no matter what means he has. Yang Po condensed his palms and came with a murderous aura: "What kind of magic sword, today I, Yang Po, am going to break your magic sword." ”

"Taught!" Zhang Kaifeng held the scabbard in his left hand in front of him. "Don't you draw your sword yet, I can afford to wait for this time. "Yang Po is extremely conceited.

The corners of Zhang Kaifeng's mouth drew an arc, smiled slightly, and said, "You are not worthy!"

"If you are so confident, then you will die!" Yang Po appeared in the afterimage, and the whole person rushed forward.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was holding the scabbard, also rushed forward, and with a bang, the scabbards were each on the palms full of cold air, their eyes facing each other, each other was full of killing intent, and their figures moved staggeredly, turning their palms to kill again. As soon as Zhang Kaifeng was on tiptoe, his body rose from the ground, his legs kicked away from the frost palm, and then he swooped down and stepped forward with his feet very fiercely, his waist sank, and his head leaned back to avoid the fierce leg strength.

A palm on the ground, the cold Yang Po like a dragon in the waterhole jumped up, with a shock frost white mist, the palm strength of the frost was extremely cold, pounced on Zhang Kaifeng's chest, and the internal breath was mentioned again, Zhang Kaifeng borrowed his strength to climb, his right palm poked out at the same time, and the frost palm hit a blow, and in an instant, the energy swept away, and the grass and trees were broken.

The palm after the palm cold rushed in, Zhang Kaifeng's internal force between his eyebrows had forced the cold out of his body, and he turned around again and rose into the air like a swinging swallow, stirring up the wind and clouds, and put the momentum on the sword, leaned down again, pulled out the light sword in the scabbard and slashed directly at the person in front of him, and suddenly a condensed and unemitted momentum suddenly fell from the sword. Yang Po's expression was solemn, his body retreated violently, and he did not choose to take this sword hard.

"Touch!" The sword didn't cut anyone, the ground fell into a big pit, and most of the sword body was submerged in the ground, Zhang Kaifeng turned the hilt of the sword with his wrist, and the light sword shot out a sword qi, tearing the ground and heading towards the retreating Yang Slope.

Stopping, Yang Po saw this, the internal force urged, and the talisman true qi exploded, converging into a round ball shape to block the attacking sword qi, "Break!" A roar of chaotic true qi shook away the sword qi.

"Demon Forgiveness!"

Ignoring the other party's blocking of his sword qi, Zhang Kaifeng groaned and carried the Demon Sword Dao sword move, lunge forward, and the light sword turned into a cold light, and the heaven and earth were washed in an instant, as if only this brilliant light was left. The palm of his finger was covered with blue frost, Yang Po flicked on the sword body, shaking the sword blade, and then, the sword blade turned sharply, and the swift sword light struck again.

In the happy world, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes are clear, there is no trace of murderous aura in his body, and his swordsmanship luck is as good as he wishes, and the sword seems to have become a part of him. Yang Po's expression gradually became solemn, and every time he took a sword, the power of the sword power from the sword became a little heavier.

However, Yang Po does have the capital to be proud, urging the inner element of the gangsters, and the pavement is a frost slap on the sword, and the frost mist shrouds down, and the cold frost carries a murderous aura, wanting to freeze him. The feet sank slightly, and the grass and trees around Zhang Kaifeng were instantly dyed with hoarfrost.

The spinning sword opened the frost palm on the side, took a few steps back, and the qi was self-generated, the feet were several feet off the ground, as if floating, and the kick blocked the incoming punch, and then the qi penetrated the sword, shaped like spreading wings, flying and falling down, like an eagle falcon flying into the sky, and the bones were fierce.

In the face of Zhang Kaifeng's step-by-step killing move, Yang Po breathed in and breathed, urging the internal force, the frost condensed on his palm, and blocked the sword blade, the internal force was shaking the tip of the sword, and the fierce palm took the opportunity to slam out, spinning the sword to protect himself, and the mammoth shook back Zhang Kaifeng.

The rotating palm turned into Yang Po Shen Bu entered, a palm shook out, and suddenly the cold palm swept over, and the frost palm swept Zhang Kaifeng did not move, the spinning sword waved, and the layers of sword shadows broke the frost palm.

"Not a bad sword, but it's a pity that it will be broken today. Yang Po saw that the frost palm was broken, but he didn't plan to pounce on it, because a crystal clear sword had already stabbed him.

The figure moved, leaning over to avoid the blade of the sword, and at the same time reaching out with the four fingers of his palm facing inward and the thumb pointing upward, brushing the blade of the sword, and at the same time he slammed his back backwards, trying to crush the person behind him. Zhang Kaifeng pressed his palm against his back, his wrist was entangled, the light sword swirled like the wind, detached from his palm, and dragged his backhand sword back, and the blade of the sword swept towards Yang Po's throat.

How could he let him get his wish, Yang Po raised his arm, blocked the sword blade like hitting an iron sheet, guarding his own vital point, and the frost true qi around his body hit the person behind him, even if he couldn't freeze to death, it would teach him to be uncomfortable. Zhang Kaifeng frowned, naturally understood the other party's thoughts in an instant, the light saber in his hand was released, his own breath was concentrated in the sword, and with a flick of his fingers, the light saber left his hand and spun in the air in front of Yang Po, slashing forward.

The rotating sword, with the edge, revealed the sword stabbing at Yang Po's eyebrows, the sword at close range was condensed, even in the solid body protection true qi, it was difficult to ensure that it would not be broken, the mind flowed, or give up the way of hurting the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, Yang Po Neiyuan was shocked, shook the person behind him and the sword in front of him, turned around and split a palm, Haoyuan's palm smashed the opponent's heart, lost the sword, what kind of resistance do you, once the swordsman loses the sword, it is equivalent to a void.

Confidently slapped out Suddenly, the air in this world seemed to be condensed, not dodging or dodging, and the corner of Zhang Kaifeng's mouth in white showed a smile, there was a ridiculous scheming, Yang Po smashed his palm and moved forward, how could the magic sword still die here.

When the hao palm was approaching, he suddenly felt a hurricane behind him suddenly approaching, although Yang Po had doubts in his heart, but he had to shake out a punch behind him, the fist strength did not miss, but collided with the real thing, this is the edge of the sword, Yang Po was surprised Yang Po felt that the power of the sword left the master after it did not decrease slightly, his fist trembled slightly, he understood that if he was desperate to kill the person in front of him, the slightest carelessness of the strength would make the sword behind him send him to hell in advance, and go faster than the person in front of him.

"Drink!"

Angry shouts, there is a different choice, Yang Po focused on his fist, and at the same time swept out with a leg whip that rose up, and after sweeping away Zhang Kaifeng's obstacle, he pinched his fist print, his arms smashed like a giant axe, and the Dao whirlpool surged out from his fist, and suddenly the light sword was blocked, and he felt that his strength was reduced a lot.

But when the empty door of the back was opened, the killing machine suddenly appeared, and Zhang Kaifeng, who pointed into the sword, did not hesitate to sacrifice a killing move, pointing at the sharp condensation, pointing out a brilliant sword qi, and attacking the back of the person's heart. There is a heavy sword knocking in front, and there is a killing move in the back, and the momentum of the front and rear pinching is faintly connected with the breath on the sword, and the killing machine skyrockets.

Yang Po naturally felt that the light sword was connected to Zhang Kaifeng's mind, and the only way to break the game was to cut off this connected aura, and between his fists was frosty, the muscles in his body skyrocketed, and a thick aura erupted around his body, and he smashed his fist on the ground.

With a boom, the majestic aura immediately exploded with Yang Po as the center, the ground cracked, Zhang Kaifeng was blasted back by this surging breath, his front was covered with frost, and the sword body with light sword condensed a stream of frost.

However, Zhang Kaifeng Neiyuan was shocked, shaking away the frost in front of him, rushing forward and urging the palm to slam out, and the gangster's true qi surged forward, and at the same time, his body shook, grabbed the light sword, stepped on the square circle, and the sword drew things, and a fiery breath surged out from him.

A backhand punch was punched out of the air, and the punch dissipated the palm power, and after feeling the aura on Zhang Kaifeng's body, he did not hesitate to perform a trick.

"Heavenly Frost Strength!" shouted angrily, and Yang Po's fists were even more frosty, blasting out towards Zhang Kaifeng.

"Nine Heavens of Magic!"

The violent aura swept away, Zhang Kaifeng's figure rushed forward quickly, and in an instant, his body turned into three, and the light sword in his hand slashed forward, the first one broke the frost power, and the two in succession were as fast as lightning, and they were already close to Yang Po.

Both arms shook fists one after another, but what surprised him was that Zhang Kaifeng's front two swords were very light, although Yang Po had not fought with Zhang Kaifeng before, but he had also heard that his swordsmanship and sword strength were extremely domineering, but from just now, he broke the first three swords of "Demon Feng Forgiveness" and "Demon Nine Days", and the power of the first three swords was obviously not so domineering, and the only possibility was that his injuries were not yet healed.

With a roar, Yang Po's fist was frosty, and he actually wanted to kill Zhang Kaifeng with one blow, however, the corners of Zhang Kaifeng's mouth sneered, the third sword of the Nine Heavens of Magic was the most terrifying sword, it was the meaning left by the first two swords, and it was the most majestic sword.

Unexpectedly, he was destined to die today, the sword strength broke through the frost strength, the sword move of the fighting was like a torrent pouring down, Yang Po's fist was cut off, and Yang Po flew out upside down in a stunned moment, and a sword mark appeared in front of him.

"Hmph, my strength is not worse than yours in general, it's a pity that you are too conceited. Zhang Kaifeng withdrew his light saber and sneered.

Blood spat out of his mouth, Yang Po knew that he couldn't live anymore, and his internal organs were all torn apart by the sword force, but he still sneered and said: "Even if you defeat me, what's the use, people on the rivers and lakes will come to kill you." ”

"I've never done it, even if I don't have to worry about them coming, it's a big deal to fight with them. ”

"Innocent, how many lives do you have if you are the enemy of the entire rivers and lakes. ”

"My life is determined by people, my sword is not broken, my life will be there!"