Hena stood in the rain, his murderous aura burning like a fire. Staring at the man in front of him, the true qi emanating from his body was extremely hot, and the pouring rain could not penetrate his true qi. The dripping rain sneered when it touched the true qi around him, and the steaming mist emanated all over his body. The mist obscured his expression, but his cold eyes could still be seen.

The white-haired man who fell into the quagmire got up again, he kept coughing, and every time he coughed, his brows couldn't help but wrinkle, which showed how seriously he was injured. Blood continued to spill from the corners of his mouth, but the body that stood up was as straight as a sword. The other party condensed the true yuan and prepared to make a fatal killing move, but he was still indifferent. The sky can see when the magic sword has been afraid of death.

The rolling true yuan gathered on Hena's palms, his true qi became more and more condensed, and finally all the clothes that were already soaked all over his body became dry, and a majestic true qi rushed out, the rain was washed away, the stagnant water under his feet was also washed away, the grass was blown bent, and the wind blew towards Zhang Kaifeng.

"Die!" Hena rushed forward, his palms clasped forward with great force.

Zhang Kaifeng slowly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the sword to the sky, and in the thunderbolt, the long sword finally fell. And he was slapped in the abdomen, and the strength of the palm came out of his body. The figure of the broken line fell heavily into the stagnant water, splashing a pool of inexplicable sadness.

Hena turned around without looking and paced, but he didn't go far, and a killing intent between his brows became even more fierce. He turned around slowly, the man in the quagmire was still conscious, he was trying to get up, and after a long time he finally stood up, maybe not standing up.

The peerless holy demon sword was inserted into the ground, Zhang Kaifeng held the hilt of the sword with both hands, half-kneeling, his breath was extremely weak, and it was extremely difficult to breathe. If a person is about to die, he is just a return to the light.

Raising his head and looking at the heavy rain falling from the sky, Zhang Kaifeng slowly closed his eyes, the cold rain hit his face, but it was not as cold as his body that was losing its heat, and the taste of life at the end of his life could not be experienced again. The sound of the wind whirring through his ears, the grass swaying leisurely, and all things are affectionate, are they all seeing him off?

Does the world hate him as a demon? Is it because he is a demon sword? Is the devil so hateful? No one can answer him. Time was silent, he didn't hear anything, the pouring rain couldn't reach his ears, and the faint heartbeat finally went out.

Hena looked at the man who was breathless, shook his head, and sighed: "So young, why bother, why bother. ”

And Zhang Kaifeng's spirit, which fell into a dead silence, came to a space inexplicably, is he dead? He doesn't know, is this hell? He doesn't know. I don't know how long he walked in this empty space, but in front of him were two bloody handwritings "Magic Sword!" The magic words exuded a breathtaking magic, flowing with bloodlust and madness. The sword words exude fierceness, sharp enough to tear people's souls. Two completely different handwritings have different interpretations, and after they are combined, Zhang Kaifeng only feels that he is going to be swallowed up by these two words. But instead of panicking, he opened his arms and threw himself into those two words, the magic sword that everyone feared, and the space was silent.

"Hahahaha---- I understand, I understand, hahaha---。 ”

"The devil is me, I am the devil, how can I enter the demon and turn the devil into the devil. People have selfish desires, seven emotions and six desires can't escape, people have demonic nature, how can they come from demonic nature. The sword is the devil, the devil is the sword, and there is no distinction between man and demon, even if it is a magic sword. I, open the way of death with the devil, I, open the magic sword with the way of death. ”

Shocking laughter stirred in the wilderness, Hena's pupils shrank, and a look of incredulity appeared on his face, why would someone who had no breath come back to life again. I saw the bloody Zhang Kaifeng looking up to the sky and laughing, like a wild demon, did he go crazy.

But what made Hena creepy was that the breath on Zhang Kaifeng's body was rising, and an inexplicable breath was born in his body for no reason, which surprised Hena that he couldn't see where the other party's depth was. Then, a strange scene was reflected in Hena's eyes, and the person in front of him actually had purple qi lingering on his sword, and then purple qi wrapped around his whole body.

"Demonic energy, how is it possible. Hena changed color, he had been fighting with the white-haired young man so far, and he had not seen a trace of true qi in the other party. He knew that he hadn't broken through to the realm of refining qi and refining essence, but what was going on now. Is it a breakthrough at such a moment of life and death? Fortunately, the aura that shocked him only stayed at the peak of refining qi and refining essence, and it couldn't be filled.

And just when Hena was puzzled, Zhang Kaifeng had a change, and the realization between life and death made Zhang Kaifeng realize that he was no longer entangled in his identity, who said that the Demon Dao was boundless. Even if the world doesn't approve of that, my heart, my sword, and my vision, how can the world understand, walk my way, and let me walk in heaven and earth.

There was a change in the inner dantian, and the dantian that had already self-destructed, the chaos was like the beginning of heaven and earth, and the chaos in it gradually dissipated. The magic wheel appeared, and it turned out that the dantian had not exploded by itself, but was shrouded in the fog in his heart. The clear magic wheel is the reappearance of the forbidden seven wheels, and the magic pattern quickly forms a magic wheel, and then the second one, and then the third one is completed in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when the magic wheel reappeared, a wave of Peiran True Power was born out of nowhere, circulating its limbs and hundreds of remains, and the long-dried meridians were like wind and rain, slowly recovering. At the same time, Zhang Kaifeng's body was also changing, and wisps or two wisps of purple demonic qi burst out of his body, becoming more and more intense, like a demonic flame burning, and he was like a nirvana reborn.

Two streams of magic shot out of his eyes when he raised his head, and the startled Hena was vigilant in an instant, and then a murderous opportunity burst out, rushing forward to start a fierce battle with Zhang Kaifeng, who had recovered his magic skills. Both hands let go of the hilt of the sword, flicked his fingers on the sword, and with a ding, the sword body stirred, and the peerless holy demon sword rushed out of the ground, and if it was spiritual, it slashed forward.

The swift sword slashed in the air, and the thick sword momentum hung upside down like the sky, Hena's expression changed, this sword was completely different from the previous one. The killing intent on the sword was strong, like a jar of liquor that had been buried in the ground for a long time, and at this moment, the aroma of the wine that erupted was incomparably mellow, and a sip was enough to get drunk to death. In the face of such a terrible sword, how could he continue, but Hena screamed in surprise and raised his fist and blasted forward.

"Dang!"

This sword weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and the punch that Hena threw out, although it smashed the long sword, was also blasted out by the strength of the mighty sword, his fists were trembling, and his eyes were even more shocked.

Seeing the peerless demon sword flying back upside down, Zhang Kaifeng leaned in and lifted the sword again, and with a sonorous sound, the sword aura was like a dragon, and he was used to rushing to the sky. The cold killing intent made this space seem to fall with frost. The powerful and destructive sword intent destroyed the withering and decaying, slicing through the earth, and the downpour of rain evaporated the sword qi.

Hena's expression fused, how could he hesitate any longer, he immediately took out the knife at his waist, held the handle of the knife with both hands, injected the muddy true yuan, and the knife burst out with blazing light, slashing forward fiercely.

"Boom!"

The sword qi scattered in all directions, and the Dao Dao was frightened, and Hena was so forced by the sword qi that his hands cracked, and the splattered blood flew out. As he fixed his eyes, the figure had already rushed towards him at great speed, raising his sword and slashing down. Hena roared, raised his sword and slashed, and the two people with the same realm fought fiercely on the grassland. The sword aura is a thousand illusions, the sword is like snow, and the sonorous sound of the exchange is endless, as if the god of death is fighting fiercely. On one side, Hena raised his knife and slashed vertically, the compelling knife momentum was enough to split a person in half, and each knife he swung out was as brilliant as snow, and the knife qi was scattered, like pieces of knife qi flying. But if you look closely, in the brilliant sword, a bronze long sword is chopping, slashing off pieces of sword. The sword was as heavy as Yue, and the other party's sword intent was too strong, the sword move opened and closed, and an invisible compelling momentum came overwhelmingly, and the sword momentum became more and more wild and crazy with the sword move. If this continues, he will be swallowed up by this momentum sooner or later.

"Drink!"

Hena shouted angrily, his whole body was full of true anger, rushing out like a wild wave, knocking Zhang Kaifeng back, raising the knife high, and the sword light hung upside down like a heavenly river, slashing towards Zhang Kaifeng. In the face of the sword qi coming like a storm, I saw Zhang Kaifeng take a step and turn around, the person and the sword were like one, and the attacking sword qi was racing to the other side, not staining a single dust.

"How is that possible!" Hena was shocked.

The sword qi is like a long eye, and it doesn't hurt the other party, which is simply an incredible thing. However, at this time, Zhang Kaifeng had already rushed over again, raising his sword and slashing, the majestic sword power was endless, and the fire on the sword was intermittent. At this time, the demonic qi around Zhang Kaifeng's body was even more angry, the cold demonic qi was colder than the cold ice for thousands of years, and Hena instinctively shivered in the battle, looking at the pale face, Hena was even more frightened.

Who was this person, why was he so badly injured, why couldn't he see any change on his face, those eyes were very cold, as if he didn't know what life was in his eyes, and that scarred body was not his body at all.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a thunderous voice bloomed in Zhang Kaifeng's mouth, and the sound resounded in all directions. This voice contained an astonishing internal force, and the distracted Hena was hit the spot, and blood suddenly flowed out of his seven orifices, and the qi and blood in his body churned.

"Poof!"

The raised magic sword slashed down in the air, and a sword mark suddenly appeared on Hena's chest, and his blood flowed out, but he didn't die immediately. Inside the clothes torn by the blade, a silver inner armor appeared. This sword is absolutely sharp, even his inner armor can be seen through, if it weren't for the inner armor, he would definitely die on the spot.

"Good, it's been a long time since I've met an opponent like you. Hena was not angry but happy, and tore off the shredded clothes on his body, the silver inner armor: "This time, I will protect the inner armor with internal strength, let your sword intent be blazing, no matter how hot the sword is, it will not hurt me." ”

As soon as the words fell, Hena rushed over alone, his knife style suddenly changed greatly, and the barbarians who admired bravery actually used feminine knife techniques, which seemed feminine, but the fierceness of it could not be known to ordinary people.

Zhang Kaifeng moved his sword, as if he fell into a quagmire in an instant, his terrifying sword intent and sword strength were like hitting cotton, there was no power at all, even if he slashed the other party, he would be blocked by the inner armor, and there was a breath that seemed to be like nothing, and he couldn't hurt the other party at all, and in an instant, he added a lot of knife marks to his body again.

"Your dying struggle does have some strength, but unfortunately, my knife is specially designed to break a domineering sword like yours. No matter how powerful your sword is, it will be in vain if it can't hurt me, and your sword will lose its sharpness in my sword style. Hena said with a sneer.

"Yes, during this period of silence, I finally realized a sword move, I don't know who to look for, you are a good choice. Zhang Kaifeng, who was covered in blood, was silent for a long time, the domineering sword really couldn't break the opponent's feminine knife style, but he had absolute confidence in the newly created sword moves.

Although he was disheartened three years ago, he still understood his own weaknesses, and the defeat of the Demon Sword Dao's sword moves made him reflect that although he added something to it, it would only make the sword moves weaker. Although he created a new sword technique, he could not change the essence of the sword, and once the absolute power was missed, it would be devastating. Therefore, he integrated the sword move into it with another extremely fast body technique, forming a sword move opposite to strength, and fast is the characteristic of this sword move.

"Hmph, you have long run out of oil, what else can you do to fight against me, create a move, is it up to you?" Hena was murderous, and he slashed out with one sword, and countless knives rushed out.

"Wind Sword - Traceless. I saw Zhang Kaifeng ignoring those swords, whispering a completely different sword technique from the past, tiptoeing a little, and the whole person stepped back. In an instant, a gust of wind rose, leaving an afterimage in its place.

Immediately, the wind moved and the rain stopped. In the midst of the sword, I saw a sword that was extremely fast swimming among them. Instantly crossed those sword qi, Hena changed color, his whole body was full of true qi, and the extremely feminine knife style came out again, and the word entanglement wanted to contain the incoming sword. Unexpectedly, the figure in front of him dispersed like the wind, and there was a sharp pain behind him, and he turned around and stabbed, but he couldn't cut anyone.

Countless figures came into Hena's eyes, and then, a frenzied sword flashed, and Hena was trapped in the sword. The speed of the sword that was not fast in the blink of an eye, and the sword that was not fast was engraved on Hena's body like falling snow. Nature seemed to be silent at this moment, as if shocked by this sword move,

Suddenly, the wind stopped, the rain fell, and the bloodied man stopped. With a bang, the heavy rain fell again, and Hena rushed out of sword qi all over his body, and the silver inner armor on his body became tattered, and blood flowed out of it.

"You're strong enough, but you're a lot worse than my former opponents. You're honored to see my new sword moves. I will send you back to the west with another sword, thank you. ”

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

To put it mildly, Zhang Kaifeng rushed out, the peerless holy demon sword in his hand was as bright as a rainbow, the purple ** qi was surging like a wave, the raging demonic qi gathered on the sword, and the demon flame reappeared in the world again, blooming the most magnificent fireworks.

"Poof!"

The flames engulfed everything, and nothing could stop it. Blood flowed from Hena's forehead, and in the shocked gaze, it gradually extinguished, and a sword mark behind him was deeply imprinted here, and there was still a little sword light in the sword mark, which dissipated between heaven and earth again. Remembering that the magic sword rushed out of hell again, and his sword was transformed again.

With one move, the sword scabbard inserted in the distance flew over and fell into his hand, and the magic sword returned to the sheath with a sonorous sound. The eye-catching white-haired youth walking in the rain gradually disappeared into the vast rain.