The huge fist fell, smashed on Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows, he suddenly flew out upside down like a broken kite, fell to the ground and half knelt, his breath was disordered, sweating profusely, as if he was drenched in the rain, a purple bruise appeared in the center of his eyebrows, if he hadn't seen the right time and gathered the true qi of his body on his head, his head would have become a rotten watermelon just now. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Murong Feng didn't continue to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but looked at his sleeve in surprise, his sleeve was torn open, he didn't even notice that this kid was between the lightning and flint, and the sword blade was able to break through his protective true qi and tear his clothes.

But this is just an accident, Murong Feng doesn't care, in his eyes Zhang Kaifeng is just an ant, it can't do him too much damage, he rushed out in one step, and in the blink of an eye, the huge fist had appeared on the top of Zhang Kaifeng's head, and when it fell in the air, he retreated in white clothes, and the fist smashed a big hole in the ground, Murong Feng's whole person fell to the ground, and rushed out again, comparable to an iron block, smashed on the light sword. However, when Zhang Kaifeng's fist touched the sword body, he stepped on Qigang, and the whole person avoided his fist like a breeze, and the erected light sword slashed obliquely, heading towards the back of Murong Feng's neck.

Murong Feng is worthy of being a person who has experienced a hundred battles, and he is extremely experienced in combat, even if he didn't turn around immediately, he already knew Zhang Kaifeng's purpose, and slapped his palm behind him, shaking away the light sword, and when he turned around, he rushed out with his palm. Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, Zhang Kaifeng had already retreated a few steps, and in his eyes, he could only see a few sword qi rushing towards him.

Several sword lights like essence shot out, but the corners of Murong Feng's mouth showed contempt, and a palm slammed on the ground, and the ground suddenly made a rumbling sound, and several rocks appeared in front of him, which was a phenomenon generated by his use of strong internal force impact, although several sword qi smashed the stones, but they were also eliminated. The palm is strong, the trend is unabated, the cracked crack in the ground is towards Zhang Kaifeng, and the blood-red Gang Qi visible to the naked eye blows out from the gap, and everything it encounters is crushed by the Gang Qi. Kicking the ground, rising to the sky, raising his sword to the sky, avoiding the fierce qi. The body shrank in mid-air and slashed forward.

In the face of the rolling sword momentum Murong Feng's left foot slammed on the ground, the ground suddenly cracked, raised his arm to shake the sky, and the wilderness suddenly sounded Hong Zhong Dalu, and then a circle of visible air waves stirred up the rolling dust and smoke, and a punch against the Hanguang sword, Zhang Kaifeng's internal force urged again, and the ground under Murong Feng's feet cracked again, spreading like a spider's web.

Murong Feng's expression was calm, but he was shocked in his heart, the power of this sword was much greater than the previous sword strength, and his strength was growing, this was his heart.

The muscles of his arm bulged, and the majestic power burst out of his body, Murong Feng shook open the light sword, and his fingers were crystal clear at the moment. You can clearly see the blood vessels, this kind of strength is a real powerhouse of refining qi and transforming gods, and the body has been preliminarily trained into a weapon.

As soon as he stepped out, the ground cracked instantly, the wind was fierce, Zhang Kaifeng used his internal force to pour into the sword body, although his face was pale, but his swordsmanship was full of anger, he should be as strong as a glass fist, and Zhang Kaifeng was knocked away without accident. Standing still, Murong Feng's palms were facing inward, and an invisible force gathered in his palms, and suddenly, this wild place flew sand and stones, and a stone was suddenly visible in the billowing smoke and dust forming in his palm, and then it suddenly became larger, his palms were released, and his right palm slapped on the huge stone, and the stone landed with a rumbling sound, heading towards Zhang Kaifeng.

This is the means of being a strong person in refining qi and transforming gods, so that all things in heaven and earth give birth to their own charm, and burst out with the power to destroy the withering and decaying.

The round stone rolled, as if rolling down from the cliff, menacing, the ground trembled because of it, Zhang Kaifeng concentrated, and did not dare to be careless in the face of the gradually larger stone, his steps retreated, and he retreated again and again. did not take out the sword, but a palm shook out, and the palm of the air slammed on the boulder, and the boulder did not slow down, but the man in white didn't care, and slapped several palms in a row.

Murong Feng's eyes were always locked on the boulder, although the boulder blocked the white clothes, but he could also feel the breath, he was waiting, waiting for the white clothes to abandon the front of the boulder, revealing the figure, that was when he cast a thunderous blow.

After the tenth palm was shot, Zhang Kaifeng finally came out of the sword, and there were two purposes for ten palms in a row, one was to slow down the boulder by using the palm momentum, and the other was to use this palm momentum to conceive the sword intent and sword momentum at the same time, with two hearts, and at the moment when the sword was released, his breath climbed to the peak, and he spit out three mouthfuls of internal breath in a row, and split a sword towards the huge stone.

"It's... Sword intent. Murong Feng was surprised, it stands to reason that the will of martial arts is not something that everyone can easily comprehend, and they all have to go through hard battles. Accumulate enough experience, and add personal talent and intelligence to be able to comprehend.

did not wait for Bai Yi to abandon the boulder, but felt a sword intent, although this sword intent was very small, shrunk to negligible, but the will to destroy in the sword intent should not be underestimated.

A stream of wolf smoke rose into the sky, stones flew down, and a person was independent in the billowing smoke, his long black hair was scattered, his eyes were shining, he raised his arm to lift the sword, and the two fingers of the other hand gently wiped over the sword, resolutely.

Seeing this, Murong Feng took out an object from his waist and put it on his palm, it was a claw cover, which was silver-white, and the sharp claw cover was like an eagle's claw, exuding a cold aura that was soul-piercing in the setting sun.

Both parties plan to fight, and the extreme move will be made, Murong Feng's strength is strong, and his chances of winning are greater, on the other hand, although Zhang Kaifeng's strength is good, he has little chance of winning against him.

"Soul Eater Claw!" a whine groaned as a gust of wind rose up.

Murong Feng was already in the air, his shiny claws were grabbed in an instant, Zhang Kaifeng retreated and retreated, the terrible claws almost fell against Zhang Kaifeng, several strands of long hair fell, the claws fell into the ground, his eyes burst with cold light, and with the claws as the focus point, the whole person burst out like a cannonball, and the claws of his right hand were retracted, like a sharp awl rushing straight to Zhang Kaifeng's chest.

Zhang Kaifeng did not retreat but advanced, leaned forward, turned his wrist with the light sword erected, and lifted the sword forward from bottom to top. If you dare to break through, you will inevitably be split in half by a sword, Murong Feng seems to have expected this sword, slapped the ground with one palm, and the whole person rose into the air, avoiding the danger of the cold light splitting in half, and the claws that reached out met the sword light that had burst out, and hit the sword body one after another, as if there was a rhythm, it was not good at first, but the faint ghost sound was full of it. Zhang Kaifeng's face turned pale, this ghost sound filled his mind, and the light sword in his hand was stunned. Murong Feng suddenly had a murderous opportunity, his claws grabbed the sharp sword blade, and the moment he landed, he hit his shoulder and elbow.

With a sweet throat, Zhang Kaifeng was about to make a move, his body was pulled forward, how could he let the other party be wishful, Zhang Kaifeng, his waist sank, slowed down his speed, and at the same time, his left foot tiptoed, raised his right foot, and the howling wind rose. Murong Feng frowned, he was reluctant to exchange injuries for injuries, and his fists might not be as fast as the opponent's whip legs, so he closed his fists to block the whip legs. However, seeing Zhang Kaifeng's waist, he volleyed with his right foot in the air, and the sharp leg wind went straight to Murong Feng's chest. Helpless, Murong Feng could only let go of the light sword, his elbow blocked the volley's kick and he was also knocked away, and the tingling sensation entered his brain, making Murong Feng suffer a loss. This made him furious, but a thick sword light came to his face.

"Junior is rampant!" Murong Feng was furious, and swirled his arm to smash the sword light.

However, I saw that Zhang Kaifeng's true qi was surging, the condensed sword qi surrounded his body, his body shook, and he was instantly pressed closer, the rolling true qi was boiling, and layers of sword shadows were stirring out, and the powerful sword power struck Murong Feng's fist, and the ferocious sword technique broke out, and the sword moves of the Demon Sword Dao were surprisingly heavy, and Murong Feng was very passive to block the sword shadow, but he walked back, which was a bad signal.

"Look for death!" Murong Feng was beaten out of the real fire, the soul devouring claw attacked again, and the claw sound came out again.

However, Zhang Kaifeng's true qi blocked the ghost sound, and was no longer blocked by this ghost sound, the breath of his body soared wildly, the sword momentum rose like a tide, and a destructive sword intent was brewing. Murong Feng's face sank, if he didn't block the sword momentum accumulated by the opponent, he was not sure to block the next sword, because the opponent's sword momentum had not slowed down, he shouted angrily, and the true qi in his body exploded, one claw was in the air and the other was clawed, and suddenly between the void, five claws headed towards Zhang Kaifeng, and at the same time he shook out his palm.

"Brush!"

However, Zhang Kaifeng did not choose to greet him, and stepped on the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions to retreat, avoiding these two blows, and then, Murong Feng's pupils shrank.

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

The light sword bloomed with billowing sword qi, like a magic flower that had been fed for a long time, it was fatal, Zhang Kaifeng's sword momentum was like a flood bursting the embankment, and the speed of the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions was invincible, and it was in front of Murong Feng in the blink of an eye, even if he fought back, it would be too late. In an instant, the sword qi overwhelmed Murong Feng. The sword qi that had been brewing for a long time swelled like a furious flame, and it looked like a flower blooming from a distance, and a terrible roar came from it.

"Bump!"

The majestic aura erupted, and Murong Feng tore apart the sword qi alive, however, Zhang Kaifeng had been brewing a new style for a long time, he never thought that this sword could kill the other party, and the new style was his killing move.

"Sword-Demon Blood!"

A drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, caressing the light sword, a poignant red light flashed on the sword, and the true qi around him immediately changed color, this poignant red light rose to the sky, and he stepped out of the six illusions of the phoenix dance, and the whole person seemed to be dyed with blood, like a blood arrow appeared on the horizon.

"Soul Devouring Claw!" the enraged Murong Feng offered his move.

"Click!"

The blood light flashed, and in Murong Feng's eyes, the blood light exceeded the speed of his move, and the sword cut off his right arm, Zhang Kaifeng stood behind him, his breath was a little disordered, but his sword had already been unsheathed.