The sword technique changes, the infinite demon element is matched with the majestic strength of the sword, pouring like a waterfall and waves, this is a wild and ruthless sword technique, summoning the sword of fate. Pressing step by step, he didn't care at all that his body was hit by a steel whip, this kind of life-fighting beating, even Murong Shanghe couldn't help but be frightened, and he also added a lot of sword marks on his body, even if he had a lot of internal strength to be reloaded, but it was still a good move. And what made him angry was that the opponent in front of him actually didn't change his face and was injured with him, didn't he know that if he continued to fight so hard, even if he won, he wouldn't be able to last long.

Unlike Murong Shanghe's mood at this time, Zhang Kaifeng didn't see any fluctuations in his eyes, his heart was calm like a stagnant water, and his eyes were only the trajectory of the long sword in his hand, which was a touch of brilliance blooming, like a sword flower under the cold frost that was not afraid of the cold winter wax moon, and released a little bit of light under the harsh environment. This is the sword he asked for, the sword intent that bloomed in the cold winter, there are many kinds of destruction, life and death are the beginning of destruction.

After witnessing the last sword flower in front of him dim and then disappear, the most brilliant glint erupted in his eyes, there was no life and no death, and he asked who in the world could control this extreme sword. Mo Lao once asked worriedly, at that time, Zhang Kaifeng didn't know how to answer, others seemed to have created a swordsmanship, but there was no one in the world, because the madness of this kind of swordsmanship would make the swordsman lose his nature, act with sword intent, and move with instinct.

But now he can tell others that he Zhang Kaifeng can do it, the magic skills are three turns, and the sentence he realized at that time made him no longer reject the demon way, just as a master once said: Xuan has the Tao, the demon has a sect, the avenue is three thousand, and all things in heaven and earth should be the way.

Fear of power will not succeed, fearless, the sword destroys three thousand illusory illusions and finally attains the Tao, the devil is just one of the ways to the avenue, I am also a sword, the sword is also me, there is no difference between human swords, and demons are also Tao. The condensation of the will of the martial arts is nothing more than the understanding of his own martial arts, he doesn't need to do this, one sword is enough.

"Dang!"

The sound of the sword roared through the dense forest, and the standing man had black hair fluttering, a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking down at the sword in his hand, and gently stroking the sword body. The hands of the person who was shocked by the sword were covered with blood, and his eyes were even more shocked.

"You--you actually broke through. Murong Shanghe's face changed greatly, this signal was extremely bad, his arm was numb from the sudden sword just now, and the double whip in his hand trembled.

The sublimation of the sword immediately brought a breakthrough in the person's state of mind, Zhang Kaifeng filled his whole body with murderous intent, and said: "There is no life and no death, thank you for letting me find my way, I know what to do next in my sword path." To thank you, I'm going to give you a hearty one. ”

"You're not ashamed to speak up. Murong Shanghe's eyes erupted with fire, and then he knew that this hateful young man was just using him as a stake, so as to consolidate his own realm, so as to break through the obstacle in his state of mind.

"Good words and persuasion, you don't know what to do, so I will send you down to Huangquan to meet your ancestors, and I am teaching you, a guy who is not good at learning, to start over. Zhang Kaifeng laughed sarcastically.

Murong Shanghe was angry, his body was shining with blue light, and his body was surrounded by thunder, and his momentum looked terrifying, he had already rushed forward, and his double whips slashed at him, and in an instant, the whirring tide surged, and the lightning flashed.

The state of mind sword realm has been improved, Zhang Kaifeng has found his sword path, his mind is no longer wandering, swinging the sword to block, the other hand holds the scabbard, and then the other steel whip. Immediately, the power of the peerless holy demon sword burst out vigorously, shaking it away. Then, he stepped on the step and slashed straight with a sword. The killing intent on the sword was like a cold winter wind blowing, making Murong Shanghe's skin cold and his expression changed suddenly. The steel whip splashed, like a curtain of water rushing up from the ground, blocking the heavy sword slash, and another steel whip took advantage of the gap and quickly drew it. But seeing Zhang Kaifeng's body twisted, the long sword in his hand also twisted, the blade slashed obliquely, the cold cold air suddenly spit out, and a cold star burst out at the tip of the sword. The cold star at the tip of the sword flickered, and Rao is Murong Shanghe also secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly retreated, and another steel whip shattered the wisp of sword.

The crisis has not yet been resolved, although Murong Shanghe shattered a wisp of sword, and the corner of his eye was glimpsing, Zhang Kaifeng swung his sword and slashed, and a strong sword qi rushed out again, and the wisp of sword qi just now had already made him a little weak, so he could only retreat again, standing steady on his feet, and holding his hands high with two whips.

"Boom!"

The sword qi shattered in response, Murong Shanghe's body shook and shook, and the smoke and dust splashed, but he saw Zhang Kaifeng put away his sword and stepped down, and it was like a gust of wind sweeping the realm in an instant, making people unable to open their eyes.

The wind entrained the sword momentum, fueling the sword arrogance, this sword seemed to be stored when it was out of the sheath, like a dragon out of the sea, Dapeng spread its wings, first a ball of light, the light suddenly exploded, turned into a day of light and rain, stabbing all over the sky to the distant figure. In the face of such a sword momentum, Murong Shanghe gathered his mind, and he had already given up the intention of despising the enemy in his heart, and the junior who let him retreat again and again finally aroused his anger, and he decided not to retreat again, and the steel whip was raised angrily, like two angry angry Jiao to meet the sword shadows all over the sky.

The sound of weapons handing over came and went, like a rain shower. Murong Shanghe shouted violently, no matter how much he swept, pierced, pumped, drawn, framed, pulled, intercepted, fell, stabbed, etc., he couldn't break the opponent's sky-high sword momentum, and his body lightning moved rapidly, and every change rolled up the sky full of whip shadows like a storm and a violent wind, attacking Zhang Kaifeng from different angles.

"Your offensive is about to end, how can you resist my sword, just now you have all your offensive out, but I still have reservations, you are not far from defeat. In the fierce battle, Zhang Kaifeng said.

The two sides come and go, it seems that the offensive is endless, but Zhang Kaifeng's words just hit the point, making Murong Shanghe's heart shake, the two have fought so far He has indeed not seen when Zhang Kaifeng's means have bottomed out, even if he has profound skills, if the other party intends to use this method to consume him to death, it is not impossible.

"Hmph, such a crazy swordsmanship, even if you win, the last person to breathe is still me. Murong Shanghe knew in his heart that he must not be weak at this time, otherwise he would cause his own flaws.

Murong Shanghe thought about it, and decided to improve his skills again, and suddenly the double whips became red all over his body, and the light was flourishing, and he saw the opponent's sword momentum and wolf submerged, and in the interval between the offensives, his steps retreated a few steps. Raise your arms high, your arms condensed like a full moon bowstring, the strength and momentum were suddenly filled, and the divine will was self-generated, and it was actually the momentum of splitting Huashan with force, and it was smashed down, and the sword momentum of the wild wolf must be smashed. The power of the double whip is like a heavy mountain pressing on the top, and in an instant, the sword shadow of the sky is like a spring and white snow under this double whip, and it disappears inch by inch.

"What!" When the double whip smashed the sword shadow in the sky, he saw that Zhang Kaifeng had already put away his sword and stood up, and in a daze, the figure disappeared in place, making Murong Shanghe's expression fuse.

This sword gathered momentum like the wind, momentum like fire, the angry wind swept by, Zhang Kaifeng was already standing behind Murong Shanghe, dripping blood on the sword, scarlet blood dripping to the ground, staining the soil under the tip of the sword red.

(End of chapter)