The man in the Confucian shirt standing in the restaurant looked at the magic sword that rushed up, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a cold laugh: "It's my honor to let the magic sword choose me as an opponent." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Kaifeng only felt a stinging pain in his eyebrows, and in an instant, he judged that it was an extremely sharp weapon that locked him, but seeing that the man in the Confucian shirt had nothing in his hands, he instantly understood where this feeling came from. There are so many types of them that Wulin has not been able to bring them out in a series so far.

At the center of his eyebrows, a thumb-sized flying knife suddenly stopped, and he couldn't move in any longer, just because Zhang Kaifeng's protective qi exploded and blocked this sharp flying knife. Nei Yuan was shocked, and the flying knife turned into ashes.

"Yes, it's a pity, it's not enough to be my opponent. Zhang Kaifeng slapped his hands forward, and several flying knives were caught in his hands.

The man in the Confucian shirt smiled and said, "Then, let my throwing knife pierce your body." ”

The splash attack just now was just a temptation, and he didn't think it was a surprise that the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng was able to block it, because when he reached this level of powerhouse, the sensitivity of his sense of martial arts was not comparable to that of other levels of martial artists at all.

Before the words fell, the man in the Confucian shirt disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, several figures of the man in the Confucian shirt appeared around, surrounding Zhang Kaifeng.

"Of course, if you think I only have throwing knives, then you can snatch your life at my speed!" the voice of the man in the Confucian shirt sounded, making it impossible to tell which one was the main body.

At the same time, several flying knives broke through the air, and those flying knives were locked in various fatal places such as the chest, eyes, and back of the heart.

In the blink of an eye, he had already made an attack, and Zhang Kaifeng never left the place, because he felt that it was unnecessary, no matter how fast those flying knives were, they would not be able to stab him. I saw that his figure kept moving his left and right feet, and those tricky throwing knives fell short one after another, but at this moment, variables suddenly appeared.

A snow-white light suddenly appeared, and the sharp aura permeated, making people's skin feel tingling. The man in the Confucian shirt approached suddenly, his fingertips emitted knife aura, it was a flying knife the size of a thumb at the moment, and under his urging, the knife qi soared, slashing towards Zhang Kaifeng's face.

The knife of lore, this person is not only a master of using hidden weapons, but also a strong man with a knife, the knife aura is like a rainbow, and the cold killing intent makes people change color.

After countless battles, Zhang Kaifeng is no longer what he used to be, he has no sword in his hand, but he has a sword in his heart, his right arm is smashed straight down, and he replaces the sword with his hand, and his whole body is full of swords.

"Boom!"

The sword qi of the training collided with the arm, and the entire restaurant erupted into a violent wave of qi.

The man in the Confucian shirt was shocked back, his face was full of horror, his sword qi was actually shattered by the other party's brute force, and he was unscathed, how could he not be shocked. However, for the master, distraction is equivalent to looking for death, and when this person was shaken in an instant, Zhang Kaifeng had already regained the peerless holy demon sword, and slashed out with a sword forward.

A sword with a stronger horizontal sword aura, a more awe-inspiring killing intent, and a sword full of destructive sword intent at the same time burst out into an extremely powerful sword.

The power of this sword is too great, what the man in the Confucian shirt saw in front of his eyes, the white sword qi filled the second floor of the restaurant, and the sword qi at this time was like pouring water into a bucket, rising rapidly, and the place where he was located was already very small.

The expressions of the three people downstairs changed suddenly, and the sword intent passed down from the upstairs was so cold that they felt tremble. It was conceivable that their companions were facing a supreme swordsman at this time, and they rushed forward without hesitation, and they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The sword qi is like frost, like the river of the heavenly river pouring down, everything on the second floor of the restaurant has turned into dust under the sword qi, and the pillars supporting the restaurant have long been cut off, if it weren't for Zhang Kaifeng's sword qi to support, the restaurant would have collapsed long ago.

"Hurry up!" The man in the Confucian shirt shouted loudly when he saw his companion come up, he himself was struggling to carry the majestic sword qi, and his body was covered with blood grooves cut by the sword qi, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

Zhang Kaifeng's eyes flashed with cold light: "Since you are here, then you will leave your life here." ”

The expressions of the little old man of the goat and the other two changed greatly, but they also had the advantage of numbers, calmed down, and the man with the sword snorted coldly: "Others are afraid of your magic sword Zhang Kaifeng, we are not afraid, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, how powerful you are." ”

Just as he was about to escape, Zhang Kaifeng reversed his long sword, and a horizontal sword swinged, and an arc-shaped sword shot out towards the three people outside.

"It's a big deal to want us to die here with just one sword. The big man was furious, and the fist that was suddenly condensed was like a big river going east, and the force was pressing.

The little old man of the goat squinted his eyes, and the cold light flowed in his eyes, and he bent down like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The sword man slashed alone with one sword, and then the three swords came out at the same time, invisibly, a fierce sword momentum was stirred, and the big man shot together.

"Peng!"

The big man and the sword man joined forces to break through the fierce sword qi, and the two of them took a few steps back to stabilize their bodies, and almost at the same time, the little old man of the goat had disappeared in place.

The smoke and dust have not dispersed, but the killing intent has become thicker and thicker, and the true yuan condensed by the goat little old man's hand knife has become more and more powerful, like an iron spear, revealing a metallic luster, and at the same time, the terrifying murderous aura makes people feel that they can't breathe. This is an old man who has been killing people all year round, so he will have such a dignified murderous aura, and when an ordinary martial artist encounters this kind of murderous aura, he will be terrified and unable to move.

Zhang Kaifeng's sword was blocked by them, and the little old man of the goat took advantage of the moment when the sword move was old, and ended this battle with the fastest and most terrifying means.

However, just as he stabbed out with his knife, his expression changed drastically, and he was greeted by a shoeed sole plate, which stepped on his wrinkled cheek first.

This kick was extremely heavy, and before the big man and the sword man could react, a person flew out of the smoke and dust and smashed directly into the guardrail and smashed into the house below.

The faces of the two were extremely ugly, and at the moment of hesitation, Zhang Kaifeng's heart changed, a strong murderous aura was rapidly approaching, the peerless holy demon sword swung horizontally in front of him, and an extremely slender sword appeared in the sparks. Zhang Kaifeng clenched his fist with his right hand and blasted out into the thick smoke, the smoke exploded, and the young man in blue retreated, and the big man reacted quickly and took away the seriously injured man in the Confucian shirt.

Zhang Kaifeng sneered: "After waiting for so long, are you finally willing to show up?"

But at the moment when he was about to chase, the piano sounded, and suddenly the murderous air was cold, like a charge of ten thousand horses, all of them bombarded Zhang Kaifeng, stopping his pursuit. Zhang Kaifeng slashed several swords forward, smashing the strings and waves.

A woman in a red dress stood on the opposite eaves with a guqin, her hair naturally fell on her shoulders, her face was delicate, her eyebrows and eyes were charming, her proud chest was erect, and her small waist was holding her hand, and the woman's gestures were all with great charm. provoked everyone's sideways, even though they knew that it was the four murderers of the North Plains, they couldn't help the restlessness in their hearts.

"I have heard the name of Zhang Gongzi for a long time, and I was able to see it today, and it was really dignified, which made the slave family happy. The woman in the red dress spit out words with red lips.

The crispy and soft voice made people involuntarily fall into it, and the people who were still watching the battle and were about to flee stopped one after another, with greed in their eyes.

Zhang Kaifeng stood in place and said, "The Nangong family, please move you to come and stop me, it seems that it has cost a lot of money." ”

"Giggles, Zhang Gongzi is really smart, the slave family was unwilling to take this job, but as soon as he heard that it was the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng, the slave family couldn't bear the desire in their hearts, no, in order to see Zhang Gongzi, the slave family was carefully dressed. The woman in the red dress covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Can the song just now enter the ears of the son?" ”

"Not really!" Zhang Kaifeng said.

The smile on the face of the woman in the red dress almost collapsed, but she still smiled brightly, and said: "Since the song just now can't get into the eyes of the son, why don't you listen to the song of the slave family." ”

"Not available!" Zhang Kaifeng still refused.

"I have heard for a long time that the demon sword Zhang Kaifeng is ruthless, which makes everyone in the martial arts fearful, but the slave family just likes the character of the son. The woman in the red dress had a white face, like a hundred flowers blooming, the slender jade nails were so red that people were dizzy, but her full chest was turned up and down as she stroked the guqin and changed her posture, which was even more thrilling: "It's just that today's son is in a hurry, just in time for the slave family's good mood, so it's better to ask the son not to refuse." ”

The little old man with a goatee who had just come out of the ruins had a murderous face, and a clear sole print appeared on his shriveled face, and half of his face was almost guessed. Seeing that calm and relaxed guy, endless killing intent surged in his heart, but because of the existence of the woman in the red dress for the time being, once Nu Shura made a move, there was no room for them to interfere, because once that woman showed this kind of expression, it was extremely dangerous, and they didn't want to touch that moldy head.

(End of chapter)