Because of such a big fuss in the Demon God Palace, the atmosphere has become different, and vaguely, there is a feeling that the wind and rain are coming. A lot of information has been sent to the location of the Demon God Sky, as for Zhang Kaifeng, who has disappeared for half a month, it seems that there has never been such a person.

In the valley, the breeze was blowing, and the quaint monument stood in front of the small thatched house, and the yellowing leaves fell, and when they were about to fall on the person sitting under the tree, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and then fell beside him.

The man under the tree, kneeling cross-legged on the futon, was in a very strange state at this time, as if he had no breath. However, the peerless holy demon sword on his lap was in a different situation at this moment, the demonic qi on the long sword was wrapped around half of the scabbard, and the other half was completely devoid of demonic qi, faintly, a clear air flowed.

The human sword is connected, although the master has not changed, but the sword reflects Zhang Kaifeng's state at this moment, mindfulness and demonic thoughts are tugging at each other, once one side wins, it will become dominant.

And the two sets of swordsmanship created by Zhang Kaifeng are also very different, one is as demonic as the sea, and once it breaks out, it will be murderous. The other kind of sword law is the pursuit of speed, more righteous martial arts, so the two sword intents born are the portrayal of mindfulness and demonic thoughts. The process is also extremely dangerous, if the two extreme swordsmanship cannot coexist peacefully with each other, it will cause the swordsman to fall into the devil, and even the meridians will be shattered. What Zhang Kaifeng did at this time was to calm the coexistence of the two sword intents, and the demonic qi and the clear qi on the sword were the result of the sword intent colliding with each other.

Silently, how the sword on the knee turns out will be everything.

With the passage of time, the changes of the peerless holy demon sword became more and more drastic, the demonic sword intent and the righteous sword intent fought against each other, and the rolling demonic qi was like tentacles with teeth and claws, devouring and transforming that clear qi and strengthening one's body. The demonic sword intent attacking from all sides is not afraid of death, even if it is torn apart and disappeared by the righteous sword intent, it can still burst out with the power of hegemony, and a wave of more victory is a wave.

The righteous sword intent represented by Qingqi is pure and flawless, and it does not back down at all, showing extremely strong toughness in the gaps, and wisps of white sword intent are as good as a hundred, even if their own body is shattered, the vanguard of demonic sword intent will be destroyed.

In this way, two completely different sword intents launched a fierce tug-of-war, sometimes the demonic sword intent was blazing, forcing the righteous sword intent to a dead end, but the righteous sword intent can always burst out with a strong will in a desperate situation, forcing back the rolling demonic qi.

And Zhang Kaifeng, who was in a dangerous situation, didn't know that the two old men in the valley were also paying attention to him at all times.

On the cliff in the distance, two old men sitting opposite each other, in front of them is a game of Go, the black and white characters in the Go are criss-crossed, and the murderous aura of the pavement is like two armies facing each other, fighting each other. The two old men held chess, and the speed of playing was very fast, but they also won and lost each other, and the black and white pieces of the chess box on the side of the chessboard were taken out from time to time, and then put down.

"What do you think of that kid, will he succeed in taming those two sword intents. The old man in a black robe suddenly asked after putting the sunspot in his hand.

The white-robed old man's expression remained unchanged, and he also followed: "It is rare for two sword intents with very different temperaments to appear in one person, and it may not be easy to control them." ”

"You say that, don't you like that kid?" said the gray-robed old man with a smile.

"Bullish or not, I only look at the results. The white-robed old man said angrily, and then added: "It is extremely difficult for two sword intents to coexist, not to mention taming them, whether they can accommodate them or not depends on two things, the will is not strong enough, it will only let him kill himself, and there will be nothing left at that time." This kid has too much appetite, and he will only support himself. ”

The black-robed old man nodded, and then changed his words: "There is some truth in what you say, we have been observing for so long, and this kid doesn't seem to have condensed his own martial realm!"

"Nope. The white-robed old man said without looking back.

"I'm curious about what kind of martial arts he will condense. The black-robed old man propped his chin and looked at the people below the mountain with a curious expression.

"The martial realm of the swordsman is nothing more than those fancy things, what is there to see. Besides, that kid didn't succeed, the time had come, and he had to leave. The white-robed old man didn't take his eyes away from the chessboard, and suddenly said, "If you lose, you will pay for next month's wine." ”

The black-robed old man was startled, and hurriedly waved his hand, looking like a child: "If you attack me, this plate is not counted, and there will be another plate." ”

"Scoundrel. The white-robed old man shook his head helplessly.

"When did you know me. The black-robed old man smiled.

"Huh!" the white-robed old man seemed to sense something, and looked back down the mountain.

The old man in the black robe took advantage of this and first held the chess pieces in his hand, which was beautiful.

Time is long, in the blink of an eye, and the month is coming to an end.

The person sitting under the tree, the great change that has taken place. His long snow-white hair is extremely eye-catching, his face is delicate, his eyes are closed, and he is dressed in white. There were no strong breath fluctuations on his body, and he breathed calmly, like a plant.

The two sword intents on the peerless holy demon sword are still entangled, but it seems that the battle has been stopped, you and I have taken one side, and the river water does not offend the posture of the river water, and it has calmed down.

"Town!"

Suddenly, with a soft click, Zhang Kaifeng opened his mouth and spit out words, and the two sword intents on the peerless holy demon sword suddenly felt something strange, twisted wildly, and suddenly the sword qi was full. In the silence, the surrounding grass and trees were carved with sword marks, and the ground was full of criss-crossing sword marks, and debris flew one after another.

If you wait for a long time, this moment is extremely rare, how can Zhang Kaifeng let it go, his mind turned, and a strong will spontaneously emerged, and he strongly suppressed these two sword intents. How could the two sword intents that were struggling frantically succumb to this, struggling hard, Zhang Kaifeng's clothes were torn apart by the sword intent, and his body was even more torn, and bright red blood flowed out.

Ignoring the sword marks on his body, Zhang Kaifeng mentioned Zhenyuan again, and a strong force pressed down, sealing the struggle of the two sword intents, perhaps because they had been fighting for too long, the two sword intents were much weaker, and they were slowly suppressed by Zhang Kaifeng. The black demonic qi and clear qi on the sword were slowly defeated, and then all disappeared.

The two sword intents were suppressed, and Zhang Kaifeng's true qi skyrocketed, and the Void One Realm rushed to the Void Three Realms. A long hair drifted away without wind, and the long jet-black hair slowly changed color from top to bottom, white as snow.

"Half the battle. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes rarely showed some joy.

In the past month, in addition to observing the Holy Monument and realizing the sword, another thing is to find a way to let the two sword intents in his body coexist peacefully, but there is no way to do it at all. Fortunately, they have been fighting for a long time, and when they finally weaken, he can successfully suppress them and use them for his own use.

"The next thing is to condense your own martial realm. "After realizing it for a long time, although Zhang Kaifeng's swordsmanship cannot be said to have been fully comprehended, there is still progress. And the martial artist who is still empty condenses the martial realm is the beginning of strength, he must have his own martial realm, so that he will not suffer a loss when facing the enemy.

muttered to himself for a while, came back to his senses, and then looked at his embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head, so he could only let go of the idea of condensing the martial realm earlier, and turned back to the house to wash up.

(End of chapter)