The moment he landed, the step he took was almost perfect, and after Zhang Kaifeng flew out, there was a bang from the place where he was standing just now. A crack reached several meters away, showing the force of this step.

Fast, too fast, extremely fast speed, coupled with this sword that has been brewing for a long time, it is destined to draw the sword at the moment, converging into the sharpest light, no one can be seen, only an arc-shaped sword slash towards Yaowu, dazzling to the extreme.

A meteor on the ground crossed the mountain road, becoming the brightest light in the dark night, this sword came out, even the starlight in the sky seemed to be a little dimmed, without him, this sword was too sharp at this time.

The figure of extreme speed and the sword of extreme speed are like floating glimpses in the air, coming in an instant, in a breath. Even Yaowu, who has been crisscrossing the battlefield for many years, can't make an effective response at the first time, just because the speed of this sword is too fast, and he is not allowed to invert the blade of the sword, so he can only make a defensive posture, and launch it with all his strength, ready to take this sword head-on.

"Peng!"

The unparalleled speed, from the foot to the waist to the arm swinging the sword, the accumulated strength of the three-stage bonus, coupled with the hasty hard connection, the ending can be imagined. Although Yaowu prevented the first and second stage of sword strength, the third stage of sword strength was like a waterfall, and the whole person flew out upside down.

The dignified frontal sword knocked Yaowu out of blood, which was based on his personal strength, and the people watching the battle were stunned. It was only at this moment that they were shocked to realize that the strength of this strange swordsman did not seem to have bottomed out.

A sword made achievements, but Zhang Kaifeng was not in a hurry to chase, a sword cut off a section of the corner of the cloth, and the bloody hands caught the strip of cloth, knotted the scattered long hair into a scarf, tied a dead knot, and tied up the hair all over the head.

At this moment, everyone was in a trance, and at this moment they really discovered his true face, no! It should be temperament, this invincible momentum, he is like a sword, and now it is completely unsheathed.

On the clear face, a pair of phoenix eyes, a purple mark on the forehead is now fully revealed, and the straight body bursts out with the most terrifying edge. The bronze sword in his hand seemed to be roaring happily, and it felt the sword intent of its master in its chest, which made it excited.

With such a demeanor, even today's talented young masters can't help but be terrified, and there is a burst of unprecedented jealousy. Coming here to intercept and kill a battlefield general, they are far inferior in terms of combat ability and internal strength, but it does not mean that they are not smart enough, but they are deliberately honing themselves. By using this warrior to temper his physique and martial will, it is naturally a great benefit to be able to kill alone, but it can also be a great benefit to the future.

The blood that slipped from the corners of his mouth, Yaowu seemed to turn a blind eye, and for the first time, the pair of battlemen who had been baptized by the slaughter felt the blood in their bodies once again being aroused by the young swordsman. Once upon a time, he fought with swords and rivers and lakes, and he also had a happy grudge, but he was only forced to join the army for his livelihood, but his love for martial arts did not make him give up, and he reached the state of returning to the void through hard work. It's just that there are good and bad things on the battlefield, that is, after the martial arts are trained to a certain level, there are fewer and fewer people who can let him shoot, after all, he is just in command.

The young swordsman in front of him is really outstanding, and he feels that he is a person in the prime of life with unlimited potential, and he is like an old man in the twilight, the sun sets. He wants to fight, he doesn't allow it, he wants to break through his own predicament.

"Haha. ”

"Haha. ”

Almost at the same time, two hearty laughter rang out, the laughter broke through the sky, and the two men in different camps had an unprecedented feeling of seeing each other, and they both felt that once they defeated each other, their own entry would take another step forward. It's like the fate of the sword that has been waiting for a long time, not the mood of you dying or I will die.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

After the laughter, two shouts of killing rang out at the same time. Both figures disappeared in place, and the clanged of swords already sounded.

After the wound was healed by the fierce sword, the young man was pressed and beaten, and the sword forced him back. He wants to improve himself again, his muscles are like a dragon, his fingers are angry, more like an open war knife, sharpening iron like clay, the qi and blood in Yaowu's body have climbed to the peak, and the domineering that belongs to the realm of returning to the void is fully revealed, and the qi is poured into the whole body, and every time he steps on it, the ground is sinking. And he is not just focusing on the sword, his fingers are unpredictable, and the martial arts he has obtained over the years have begun to show their power in his hands. Zhang Kaifeng relied on the uniqueness of the demon seed, the rolling demon yuan turned into a hundred limbs, and the double-layered qi of the holy demon yuan fetal demon body burst out, and when he encountered the fierce and incomparable Yaowu beating, although he was able to recover in time, he was still broken, and his hands were already bloody.

Taking advantage of several young masters who were still recovering, Yaowu smiled and shouted angrily, he wanted to crush this biggest threat, and the battle knife in his hand went straight forward, supplemented by the unpredictable ability of his fingers, and scattered the young swordsman's clever sword moves with a brutal attitude, and then rushed forward like a wild bull. The long sword was inserted into the scabbard with his backhand, Zhang Kaifeng pressed the shoulder that hit him with both hands, but he was still pushed back by the majestic force of the collision, and a long ravine was ploughed under his feet. Suddenly, one person flew backwards and one forward, and the noise was everywhere.

The rapid pace is like a galloping horse, the ground trembles, Yaowu looked at the indifferent and almost unchanged face, inexplicably remembered the luck method of the trick he suffered just now, the instinct of the body surpassed the head, he had already made a move in advance, but he shot in the form of a fist, the heel to the waist and finally to the long arm, the fist that was blasted out seemed to have a tiger roaring, and the internal strength coefficient poured out, which hit the young man's chest, only to hear Peng's sound, the young man was blown away by the fist, and the punch worked Yaowu's mouth The corner of the mouth was hideous. The young man couldn't stop flying upside down, and the young man took advantage of the momentum to turn over, and then he landed.

The fighter plane on the battlefield is fleeting, and Yaowu, who has been immersed in the art of war for decades, is even more proficient in this, how can he give this son the opportunity to take the opportunity to climb to the top of the building, relying on the momentum that has not disappeared, relax the whole body and rotate, legs slightly bent, after calculating the timing of landing, it has been like a full moon bow arrow **** out. Then, with a ferocious knife up, to disembowel this son from bottom to top, this series of ferocious moves were completed in an instant. Seeing this, Zhang Kaifeng already knew that it was already doomed to be impossible to adjust the martial arts to go up to the top floor, so he simply didn't dodge or dodge, his internal strength was entrenched, the long sword was on the ground, and his whole body was spinning rapidly, and he wanted to block this knife with flying momentum. The swords met in an instant, the sparks flickered like fireworks, and at the same time, the true qi of the two sides continued to collide, exploding like firecrackers, and the terrifying sound was like thunder.

However, even if Zhang Kaifeng made a very quick decision, his breath was not as strong as Yaowu's majesty after all, and the whole person was quickly split. Yaowu, who has not finished the sword, still occupies the active advantage, and the knife that is split drives the body, and the whole person rises up with his right foot, and a fierce whip leg is drawn down again in the air, this blow is even more terrifying, the air is split by this blow, and it is obvious to see that the air is double-divided, even if the strength of Zhang Kaifeng is struck by this kick, half of the whole person's body must collapse.

The few people who healed changed color, but they couldn't make a move, and on the mountain in the distance, the Fuqin woman who was sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight moved, and her face was full of solemnity: "What should I do, do you want to make a move?"

Yan Zhen's clenched fist loosened and tightened, and he never said a word. He was also curious about where the depth of this person was.

The young swordsman who was about to be whipped was expressionless, and he decided to make the most dangerous decision, which was so crazy that everyone was moved, only to see him put his feet into the ground, and his palms gushed out of internal energy, and he took the whip leg hard. Yaowu laughed hideously, he didn't mind if the young man chose such a way to die.

"Boom!"

The dust and noise were everywhere, the collapsed ground stretched out for several feet, and the air waves rolled up the dust and smoke in the sky, drowning everyone's sight and seeing the situation inside.

Inside, Yaowu's body had not yet fallen, and when he saw the young man's appearance, his expression was horrified, and the young man in front of him was bleeding, and his appearance was even more miserable than that of a terrible ghost who died tragically. It's not dead, he was smiling at him, only to feel his calf tight, the young man grabbed his calf with his five fingers like a hook, pulled him forward, and used his strength to break free from the lower half of his body that was stuck in the soil, and then bent his arms were full of strength, and slammed into Yaowu's shoulder.

The billowing smoke and dust became more violent, Yaowu smashed to the ground, Zhang Kaifeng's legs were bent in mid-air, and then two sharp spears were inserted straight down. The incomparably swift penetration forced the warrior to roll over and roll out without caring about the price. As if he had long expected the general's thoughts, Zhang Kaifeng's straight legs parted in the air, and he disappeared in place in an instant after landing.

Peng! This time he couldn't dodge anymore, and the sharp pain in his abdomen made Yaowu almost faint, and the qi and blood in his body made him spurt out a mouthful of blood. The fierce leg in the abdomen swept hard, and the strength was beyond imagination, and it was never imagined that this young man would be attacked like this, and still retain such spare strength. In the hustle and bustle, after a while, and then Yaowu vomited blood and flew out under the horrified eyes of everyone, and almost at the same time, another figure followed, holding a sword in his hand, and the man covered in blood rushed forward like a demon, with a wild and ruthless madness.