Xie Ling wiped the blood from his forehead, and instead of immediately chasing after him, he stood in place, moving his meridians, squinting his eyes, and watching the blood stasis on the young man's forehead turn from black to purple and then fade away, and then return to normal after a few seconds. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info you must know that Xie Ling's punch does not have any merciless thoughts, even if he is a master of the Transformation God Realm, if he does not explode his head with this punch, he will be seriously injured and become an idiot. Even if the same clan fights, they will not leave their hands, life and death, only the strong have the right to dominate.

Growing up in the endless prairie of the Northern Plains, all Xie Ling saw was the weak eating the strong, and the Northern Plains were not as rich in resources as the Central Plains, so they were constantly fighting and devouring each other, even if they were of the same race. Only by killing the other mercilessly, you can win, and when he is twenty years old, he loses, and the loser of the steppe has no glory. He gave up the name on the grassland, and spent five years to fully familiarize himself with the life of the Central Plains, and then spent another five years to heal his injuries. Even if Xie Ling exhausted his life, he couldn't get the top martial arts, and in the end, in desperation, he chose to take a risk, poisoned a small sect, and got an evil skill.

With his evil skills, Xie Ling made rapid progress, but killed too many people, and when he thought he could go back to the grassland for revenge, a Taoist found him, and the two sides fought fiercely. He was shocked by Taoist martial arts, especially with the art of the sword, which caused him to be severely injured, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of it, but he also fell down due to his injuries, but he did not give up.

From then on, he never dared to return to the interior of the Central Plains, but instead came to the desert, killed the original shopkeeper, and ran this inn. When he encounters a strong one, he retreats, and the weak one is killed, eats his heart and liver, and slowly recovers from his injuries, hoping to return to the previous realm of cultivation. And over the years, the sword art has almost become his nightmare, this is a demon in his heart, and it can only be broken. Therefore, he was surprised when Zhang Kaifeng cast the magic sword lead, but this was also his best chance to get rid of the demons in his heart.

Zhang Kaifeng, who had already stood up from the ground, did not squint, the punch on his forehead, the blood stasis could be eliminated, and it was completely the credit of the demon tribulation in his body. When the Demon Sword Dao Mental Method is pushed from the first layer to the second layer, it has a new ability, in addition to the perception ability becomes stronger, once the parts of the body are hit hard by an external force, it will stimulate the Demon Tribulation, produce the ability to protect the automatic injury, and can also strengthen the body. This is the reason why he dared to put his sword down, of course, it is very dangerous to do so, if the enemy bursts his eyeballs, there is no way to repair the demon calamity, even if it is against the sky.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the scabbard placed on the side, Xie Ling picked it up, and then threw it out for Zhang Kaifeng to catch. Zhang Kaifeng took the sword, his face still did not change, he held the scabbard with one hand, and pulled out the long sword with the hilt with the other. In the dark night, Xie Ling could only see the hilt of the sword held by the young man, not the blade, but he knew that the long sword was completely unsheathed. Holding the scabbard in his left hand, Zhang Kaifeng began to rush forward, with the scabbard in front and the sword behind, so that Xie Ling's eyes could not see the sword. Only a strip of split yellow sand spread out like waves on both sides behind him.

He walked faster and faster, pulling up a long afterimage. At the beginning, the crisis was not obvious, but when he was less than three feet close to Xie Ling, one person and one sword seemed to be one, and only one divine weapon was left that was so refined that only the peerless edge remained, dragging the long sword behind it to burst up, rolling up heavy yellow sand.

Xie Ling's eyes flashed a fierce light, and when he was less than two feet, he had already burst into trouble, stretched out his arms, and rushed into the yellow sand like an iron hook with his five fingers, although he did not catch the light sword, but blocked the scabbard that rushed out of the yellow sand, and then exerted his strength to unscrew this heavy killing machine. The breath of his whole body was drumming, sweeping away the heavy yellow sand, and he opened his arms to the sky and smashed down towards Zhang Kaifeng's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Poof!"

The sound of broken water bubbles came into Xie Ling's ears, and the alarm suddenly rose, under the yellow sand under the feet in front of him, the long sword rose into the sky, stabbing at Xie Ling's chest, such a close sword attack, even if Xie Ling had the idea of losing both, it was not as fast as this sharp long sword that had completely broken out of the yellow sand. It turned out that Zhang Kaifeng had already used the magic sword to control the light sword from sinking into the ground, and the arm that immediately fell changed direction and smashed down towards the tip of the sword. With a bang, the yellow sand burst, and the light sword was smashed into the ground again, and then dragged behind him with sword qi, splitting the yellow sand, creating the illusion of dragging the sword, making Xie Ling's eyes focus on the sword behind him, although it was unsuccessful. However, taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Kaifeng changed left and right, leaned slightly, retracted his arms, put one palm against the fist of the other hand, and slapped his elbow on Xie Ling's chest. With a swift impact, like a carrot, the demon was pulled out of the ground.

Zhang Kaifeng stepped forward, leaving two potholes in place, and the fierce qi waves that burst out from the scabbard of the lightsaber swept towards Xie Ling like a tornado. Xie Ling, who was floating in the air, had no change in expression, the whole person seemed to weigh a few catties, and the moment he fell to the ground, he flew like a spinning top, and drove his fist with a rotating momentum, and the fist was torsional, blasting away the wave of qi containing terrifying sword intent. Then he stopped and looked at the young man in front of him, his spicy swordsmanship and strange moves, and his style was even less like that of a Taoist. This kind of swordsmanship is unheard of and unseen, he has been in the Central Plains for decades, and his knowledge is also deep and wide. It has only been decades since he left the Central Plains Martial Arts, could it be that someone has created such a sword technique, in fact, it is no wonder that Xie Ling is strange, how many people in the martial arts still remember the Demon Sword Technique? This is also the reason why Zhang Kaifeng's identity has not yet been exposed, even the Demon Buddha Sect is only suspicious, and does not think that he is the descendant of the Demon Sword Dao, after all, after that incident, no one in the martial arts today will think that the people of the Demon Sword Dao can survive.

"Who are you and what do you have to do with Taoism. Xie Ling said in a deep voice, with half-belief and half-doubt: "But your demonic qi is true, the Taoist martial arts are to cultivate the way of heaven, it is impossible to have demonic qi, is it really you who created it yourself? Even so, you are still not my opponent." ”

"Believe it or not, can you break one of my sword intent, can you really break the rest of the sword intent?" Zhang Kaifeng looked at the big devil in front of him, as if he was a fool: "I see that you are hiding here and eating the hearts and livers of many people, and your skills have not skyrocketed, and your head has become a lot stupid." ”

Xie Ling didn't laugh angrily, and said, "If you are quick to speak, the rest of the sword intent is up to you? Even if you created it, with this kind of consumption, you can still send out eight or nine swords, daydreaming!"