The cold wind was miserable, the moon hanging high in the sky broke free from the dark clouds, and blood gushed from Murong Shanghe's chest, which was a deep sword mark that stretched from his left shoulder to his abdomen.

The Mitian Sword Momentum just now was just for this sword as a foreshadowing, Murong Shanghe's heart was cold, what he said just now was just to lead him into a trap, and he also calculated when he fought, how could he not be defeated with such thoughts.

"It's over!" Qing Leng said without the slightest emotion, a sword pointed back, and the peerless holy demon sword came out of his hand, and the sharp tip of the sword stabbed straight at Murong Shanghe.

The long sword was taken out of his hand, as if there was an invisible silk thread pulling it, and the target was directly aimed at the back of Murong Shanghe. At this moment, a chill hit his heart, Zhang Kaifeng raised his head, and at the same time, a cold voice came in his ears.

"Do you think it's possible?" A voice suddenly sounded like thunder, and a figure jumped out of the grass, and with one palm, it hit the long sword. At the same time, he leaned down and slapped the young man's heavenly spirit with surging force.

The overwhelming palm swooped down, Zhang Kaifeng was startled, only to feel the pressure around his body increased suddenly, the skill of the person who came was the same as that of Murong Shanghe, before this palm fell, there was already a vision, and when he looked up, the snow was white in front of him, and he didn't see the figure of the person who came. But with a keen sense of martial arts, he did not hesitate to meet him.

"Peng!"

The palms of the two people gushed with strength, and the energy suddenly gushed out, blowing away the white mist of the person who came, and finally revealed the real body, which was an old man dressed in gray and white, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

"Hmm!" After a moment of palming, Zhang Kaifeng's expression changed, and the chill on the other party's palm was blazing, and he actually made his palm stained with white frost, and hit his entire arm along his hand, and immediately guessed the identity of the old man: "Yang Jiabao's people." ”

"Yes, Zhang Kaifeng, you have repeatedly offended my Yang Jiabao, you will definitely die today. The old man didn't hide it, and then twisted his palm, grabbed Zhang Kaifeng's arm with his backhand, and actually lifted him up from top to bottom.

"The people of Yangjiabao, is it so easy?" Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows were cold, the people from Yangjiabao really arrived, they didn't expect to hide in the dark and sneak attack, the sword finger in his left hand swirled, and the peerless holy demon sword that was knocked out felt the call, and rose from the ground again, slashing at the old man.

The sharp aura coming from his side, the old man of Yang Jiabao didn't look back, he smiled coldly, and his smile was full of disdain: "It's just a little swordsmanship, if Dacheng's swordsman comes, I may be a little jealous, but if it's you, your heat is not enough, and you should be punished." ”

As he spoke, the gray-haired old man flicked his fingers into the void, and the body of the peerless holy demon sword that flew suddenly shook, and suddenly let out a wail, as if it had been struck by lightning, and immediately flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground. The failure of the peerless holy demon sword did not shake Zhang Kaifeng's heart, taking advantage of this rare gap, he stomped on his feet, stabilized his body, and grabbed the old man with his backhand and pulled it forward.

"Peng!"

Unexpectedly, the old man reacted very quickly, his legs hanging in the air curled, and with this downward trend, he stomped on Zhang Kaifeng's chest and kicked him out fiercely. Forcibly enduring the surging qi and blood in his body, Zhang Kaifeng's face instantly changed color, the blood color of his skin was covered with coldness, and his eyebrows were stained with white frost. The exhaled breath was full of white mist, and the cold cold qi of the palm just now actually penetrated into the body, almost injuring the meridians, but fortunately, the demon lotus in the body devoured the cold qi and shattered the ice chips on the left arm.

"Death!" the old man of Yang Jiabao shouted, and the breath of frost gushed out from his palm, and where his footsteps passed, the ground instantly formed a layer of icy ice.

The swooping palm, the gushing cold air covered all the figures of the old man of Yang Jiabao, and the surroundings suddenly fell into a white expanse, making it elusive where he was. What Zhang Kaifeng saw in his eyes was that a white and vast cold air was rolling in, like a sea of clouds surging, turning into monstrous clouds and submerging, unable to accurately judge the enemy's location, and would bury the risk for the next move.

However, at this moment, several sharp sword qi shot out from those white frost mist, the sword qi was cold, full of killing intent, it was the killer of the bloodthirsty organization who arrived. Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows were striking, his eyes were completely cold, the people of Yangjiabao actually bought the killers of the bloodthirsty organization to come and kill him together, which shows the degree of attention, but he is no longer Wuxia Ameng. Stepping on the mysterious footwork under his feet, moving left and right, like a reed wandering in the wind, those sword qi were just like the wind blowing, he easily dodged, the long sword was sheathed, and the palm of his hand slashed those sword qi from time to time. Disdain to draw the sword, this is blatant contempt.

"Is Yang Jiabao really in decline? You actually joined forces with the bloodthirsty organization to deal with me, and you have lost all your decent faces. Zhang Kaifeng made a mockery, and the magic lotus in his body released his mysterious power to detect the number of enemies.

As if hearing the mockery, a gloomy voice came from the white mist, like a ghost, making it difficult to determine the location of the number of people: "Zhang Kaifeng, your life is very big, you can actually escape our killing intent several times, but this time you are destined to not be able to escape." ”

Zhang Kaifeng, who was floating in the sword aura, sneered and said, "You can't kill me in the Burial God Palace five years ago, and you still want to kill me in five years, do you think there is still a chance?"

"Isn't this the chance?"

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the right, and then it was like piercing a blister, and it was the first to stab with a blood-dripping long sword.

The sharp sword blade penetrated the piercing killing intent, and this figure was almost attached to the ground, supplemented by those white frost and cold mist, obscuring the vision, and those chaotic sword qi that shot out were just foreshadowing, and they were shaking and launching a killing machine when they were ridiculing each other. I have to say that the killers sent by the bloodthirsty organization are more perverted than the other, like a king born to walk in the dark, summoning the necessary enemies to die.

And in the distance, Murong Changtian and Murong Tianxue, who rushed to hear the sound, changed color, this kind of killing machine, they couldn't hide it at all, and they would definitely die.

"Dang!"

Zhang Kaifeng was in an imminent moment, and the peerless holy demon sword swung a ray of blue light like the moon, blocking the blood-dripping blade, and he took advantage of the situation to twist his body, but a terrible wound was still stabbed on his waist, and blood was flowing.

What kind of sword is this, it can actually cut his skin, you must know that after the success of his body Holy Demon Yuan Fetus, ordinary weapons are difficult to hurt, even Murong Shanghe's steel whip just now could not cause such terrible scars.

"Hehe, you're going to die. ”

Another sword pierced through the frost and white mist, and a second bloodthirsty long sword stabbed from the front, aiming directly at Zhang Kaifeng's chest, and the killing intent of the double attack was pervasive, as if blocking all life.

(End of chapter)