Chapter 259 He's laughing
One sword defeats the younger generation of the two major sects in today's martial arts, this kind of combat power, this kind of swordsmanship and martial arts will rise again.
With a burst of applause, the old monster of Ziyangmen broke free from the siege of the mysterious master, and said: "Damn, today, the old man will kill you here if he doesn't want to fight his face." ”
"Why fear you. Zhang Kaifeng stood with his sword in his hand and responded coldly.
"Well, it's up to you. Hearing this, the old monster of Ziyangmen was furious.
Anger erupted, and the air instantly became hot, obviously it was night, but at the moment it was a red flame, dyeing half the sky red. Immediately, a palm print came overwhelmingly.
In the face of the old monster's palm print, Zhang Kaifeng didn't dare to be careless, his strength climbed to the top, the demonic energy surrounded his body, and the palm print had not arrived, but he had already rushed out first.
"Is he looking for death?" the spectators frowned.
"Kai Feng~~~" Taurus clenched his fists, but did not rush up.
As soon as the peerless holy demon sword was raised, the blade of the sword flashed with cold light, and the sword slashed, and with a bang, sparks splashed everywhere. Zhang Kaifeng's body shook, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he fell out.
The peerless holy demon sword was glowing with blazing light, and the moment it touched this palm, Zhang Kaifeng couldn't help but let out a muffled snort. A fiery aura rushed up, and the body protection qi collapsed instantly. This kind of heat, even the demon seed in the body didn't have time to digest it, and the whole person was steaming hot.
"Hmph, if you want to cross the realm to block such a palm, it's too much to do. ”
"Hehe, but I'm really looking forward to the end of this person's crumbling bones. ”
The people in the shadows sneered ill-willedly, and in their opinion, Zhang Kaifeng's performance was purely self-defeating.
After mentioning his skills again, Zhang Kaifeng spit out white hot air from his nose and mouth, which was the heat in his body forced out by his internal force. In the face of the palm prints that do not increase and disperse, he didn't think about retreating, and the sword path he walked couldn't retreat.
With a roar, his long hair was scattered, the dirt under his feet crumbled, and he rushed forward again, swinging his sword and slashing rapidly.
"When!when!when!"
The sparks were shining, like a sword being forged, after being tempered by red fire, all the swords that were too fast to blink were bombarded on the palm print. However, he was constantly backing away, smashing into a wall behind his back, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
The miserable appearance is moving, but the tenacious will has not weakened by half a point, the sword is domineering, and the moves are all frontal hard connections.
"Brother Nagatiao, who is he, why don't you retreat, my heart hurts. Murong Tianxue saw this scene, and her heart was full of pain, but she couldn't remember who that person was.
"Ayuki. Murong Changtian changed color, and at this moment, Murong Tianxue's face was extremely pale, and he hurriedly injected true qi into her back to relieve her pain.
The Taurus was also worried, and wanted to tell her who that person was, but when the words came to his mouth, he could only turn into a silent sigh.
Dressed in black, Zhang Kaifeng's expression never wavered, and the palm print in front of him was like a mountain crushing. He didn't know how many times he had swung the sword, his hands were covered with blood, and he retreated again and again, and a long ravine appeared, and the burning pain behind him spread all over his body, and it was already tearing a large piece of flesh and skin.
However, this hard connection was not without effect, and he already felt the power of the palm print weakening.
"Roar!"
roaring like a magic sound, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes bathed in blood bloomed with magic light, and the demon seed in his body was strongly stimulated and burst out with stronger power. The surrounding houses collapsed, and the smoke and dust rose to the sky.
Boom! The palm print finally fell, completely covering the people below, wrapped in flames, and the red flames burned endlessly.
"Dead?"
"It's a pity. ”
"Sword ~ Demon Flow!"
The cold voice seemed to come out of the Nine Shadows, and a picture scroll appeared in it.
"What's that!"
"Scroll?"
"Impossible, he was able to transcend the level to condense this kind of anti-heaven picture scroll. ”
The color of the crowd changed, and then they were shocked, and the masters of the Transformation God Realm were generally unable to condense their own martial arts patterns. It has always been possible to step into the upper realm, but the man in front of him is against the sky.
"Look, that picture has changed. Someone exclaimed.
I saw a long sword emerging in the picture scroll behind Zhang Kaifeng, from the beginning, blurred, but now it is slowly becoming clear.
"No, there is a flame in the picture. ”
"He's refining his sword with the help of Burning Flame True Qi!"
"Crazy?"
Zhang Kaifeng's behavior is really crazy, and he is even gambling, using the incineration to help himself complete the condensation of the picture scroll. Once successful, it will be a kendo road of its own. But if it fails, it will be shattered, because the sword can't withstand the explosion of the Burning Flame True Qi and die.
"It's terrible to be a good offspring. Although they were fighting for the scroll, the old monsters at this moment also witnessed this scene and couldn't help but sigh.
"Hmph, borrow my Burning Flame True Qi to refine the sword, good, good, good, tonight, the old man will melt your sword. "The old monster who saw the Ziyang Gate here was furious.
And Zhang Kaifeng's sword also reached a critical moment, and the handle of the sword in the picture scroll could not withstand the true qi of the burning flame and began to be destroyed, turning into flying ashes.
"Can't stand it?"
"Did the martial arts condensation fail?"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, this person was really against the sky, if they were allowed to grow, they would eventually be overwhelmed by a mountain lying there.
The half-step bent knee, holding on to the long sword to prevent himself from falling into the dust, the place where he was had collapsed. Zhang Kaifeng trembled all over, and the palm prints on his body were like a five-fingered mountain, pressing him and unable to move. The flames in that picture scroll were blazing, and countless sword forests were engulfed in flames, and one sword after another turned into flying ashes. In the blink of an eye, there was not much left of the Sword Forest, and once the Sword Forest was completely destroyed, it would be the time for him to die.
The condensation is formed, which means that the martial arts are more refined, but none of the predecessors came step by step. It is not impossible to take a shortcut, but all of them are dead.
Condensation is formed, and now the palm print pressed on Zhang Kaifeng's body is the best representative, and the palm print formed by the condensation of true qi is exactly like this.
Qi condenses but does not disperse, the path of martial arts is generally like this, but the path taken by Zhang Kaifeng is not the way it has been since ancient times. His sword way, one sword is out, no matter your thousands of qi, I will break it with one sword. The will is not dispersed, the air is like the sea, let me go.
Soon, the sword forest all turned into flying ashes, Zhang Kaifeng opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, the palm print on his body was lowered again, and the ground collapsed again. The ground had sunk two feet, revealing a dark hole, and only the light emitted by the palm was gone.
Like the blazing heat of the alchemy furnace, his clothes were all dry and cracked, falling off pieces by piece, and blood marks appeared on his body, a precursor to the collapse of his body.
He looked up with difficulty under the pressure, and he was laughing.
(End of chapter)