Zhang Kaifeng, who had been pushed and then withdrew, did not move, as if he did not see the blood flowing from the cracked hand, and his eyes kept staring at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's realm was not much higher than him, but between raising his hand, a random blow was so powerful, needless to say, he must have comprehended his own martial arts, and the martial arts will of the void realm had been condensed. On the other hand, not long after he was promoted to the realm of the void, the realm had not yet been truly consolidated, and he had not even condensed his martial will, the path was not clear, and he immediately suffered a big loss under the hard work.

Zhang Kaifeng, who retreated again and again, didn't think about unloading this power, but once he retreated, the sword heart he had worked so hard to condense would become shattered. What to pounce on when the sword heart is broken, there is nothing to pounce on, even if he is successful in cultivation in the future, the sword heart will inevitably be imperfect and there will be flaws.

"Roar!"

With a roar like thunder, Zhang Kaifeng no longer suppressed the demonic energy in his body, the demonic qi gushed out from his body, the demonic energy poured into all parts of his body, and the power in his body turned into a big river in an instant from the previous rolling and galloping breath, surging for thousands of miles, a long black hair fluttered wildly, and a terrifying demonic light shot out of his eyes.

"Open!"

Zhang Kaifeng shouted again, stepped down on the pile, and the soil under his feet collapsed again, stopping his body. The peerless holy demon sword suddenly turned the blade, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slowly erected the peerless holy demon sword with trembling arms, and then the sword roared vertically, and then seized the moment of the gap, and slashed forward angrily, no longer blindly defensive.

"Boom!"

The smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the middle-aged man's face changed for the first time, and the trembling sword roar stopped abruptly, and the ripples split in two, directly breaking the trees on both sides. In the billowing smoke and dust, you can see that one person and one sword are independent in place.

The middle-aged man in the costume of the Murong family floated to the ground, not in a hurry, but stood there, his eyes shining brightly, staring directly at the blurred figure in the smoke.

Soon after, the smoke cleared, revealing the man within, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and the tip of the sword facing forward, in a standing position. His long black hair was scattered, his face was a little pale, and drops of hot sweat were dripping down, and his back was soaked with sweat. The whole person was as if he had just come out of the water, and he was soaked.

The middle-aged man from the Murong family showed a look of shock in his eyes, his palm just now seemed to be an understatement, but that palm was condensed with the will of martial arts, although the young swordsman in front of him was still in the virtual realm, but obviously he had not yet condensed his martial will, how could he block his blow.

"Are you so surprised?" Zhang Kaifeng slowly straightened up and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him: "The people of the Murong family are really annoying, you are indispensable everywhere." ”

"You are the Sword Demon, you call yourself a demon, and you are really an evil heretic, and you deserve to die. The middle-aged man looked at the young swordsman, and then asked coldly, "Murong Shangbei was injured by you." ”

"Oh, the Murong family really has this kind of temperament, beating the small ones and coming out of the old ones. Zhang Kaifeng sneered: "He was hit by my unique sword, and he hasn't died yet, it seems that the family really has many means to save his life." ”

"Well--don't do it, I'm going to break your sword here today. The middle-aged man looked cold, and the murderous aura drifted out.

A condescending posture made Zhang Kaifeng angry in his heart, and the killing intent on the sword was even stronger: "There are always many people who have said this to me, but most of them have become the souls of my sword, and you should be no exception." ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The words are not speculative for more than half a sentence, the two people only have killing in their hearts, and in an instant, the figures of the two people disappeared in an instant, and the place where they were standing just now collapsed at the same time, and the smoke and dust soared into the sky. In an instant, the fist palm and the sword shadow were intertwined, and the layers of light and shadow were like meteors, and the energy was agitated, urging the grass and trees. The two of you came and went, and the killing intent was turbulent, causing the nearby beasts to flee in a hurry, for fear that the innocent would be harmed by the fierce fight between the two.

Murong Shanghe, who had completely condensed his martial will, seemed to have the sound of water flowing between his moves, and his palms seemed to be paddling on the water. The true meaning that water can carry a boat and also overturn a boat has been incorporated into his own martial arts, and his moves are even more fluent, and his fists are heavy. The peerless holy demon sword fought with it, the sword strength seemed to be unloaded by all the water, and it took less than half an advantage, and then made a sword, but it was taken away by the power of the opponent's palm, and the backhand was slapped down with a fierce palm, Zhang Kaifeng turned around to avoid it, but the grass and trees behind him were not so lucky, and under the palm slap, he also twisted it, and the original strong palm power was changed, and the strength increased sharply, under such a strong palm power, the big stone covered with moss and exposed outside was sunk out of thin air, and then the cracks quickly spread, and then exploded.

"Where to go!" Seeing that the young swordsman turned around to avoid it, Murong Shanghe was unforgiving, and his legs swept out.

Gang fierce leg strength hit the waist directly, Zhang Kaifeng slapped his palm, only to hear Peng's voice, although he avoided the risk of breaking his waist with leg strength, but he was also hit out by the fierce force. Raising his eyes again, he saw that Murong Shanghe had already pulled out his body, and in the blink of an eye, he pressed a palm in front of Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows and pushed it out violently. The strength of the palm was amazing, and Zhang Kaifeng was pushed out horizontally under surprise, and he stopped after hitting several big trees one after another.

In the splashing of rocks and sawdust, at first I heard a sonorous sound, first a big tree was cut off, and then thrown out of it, and then several trees appeared one after another, and the whirring trees smashed towards the Murong Shang River standing outside. The corners of his mouth were slightly scratched, which meant disdain, and he let those broken trees get close, and after that, he slapped his head in front of the broken wood with an unhurried palm, and the broken wood was slapped into the ground by his palm with a bang.

Suddenly, the snow-white sword qi appeared like a substance, and it was hitting the front end of the broken wood with one palm, and when the broken wood fell into the ground, the sword qi pierced through the body of the broken wood. No sawdust flew out, and the sword qi that came almost silently slammed into Murong Shanghe's chest. Murong Shanghe was startled, and hurriedly retreated, widening the distance, and then smashing the wisp of sword qi with a heavy punch. With a glance in his eyes, he saw the figure flying out at a rapid speed. With a cold snort, Murong Shanghe's palms slammed into the ground, and in an instant, the ground was in an uproar, as if something fierce was about to rush out underground. But seeing that he was shouting, the broken wood that was originally knocked into the ground by him was pulled out, and his palms were pushed in the air, and the invisible palm force urged, and the broken wood smashed forward.

Zhang Kaifeng, who rushed out, saw the broken wood smashing over, and his feet showed no sign of stopping, let alone using his sword to knock those broken trees away. Instead of retreating, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were as bright as a mirror, and his body leaned forward slightly, forming a forty-five-degree angle. When the broken wood came over, the right foot continued to step forward, but the left foot was already strong, and it kicked out violently, rushing into a broken wood. The whole thing is like a feather as light as a feather, and the feet are lightly tapping on the broken wood, spinning, and so on, and then rushing out of the broken wood. The process may seem slow, but it's only in the blink of an eye. In the broken wood that fell to the ground with a bang, a figure had already rushed out at great speed, and a sword stabbed straight out.

The extremely fast figure stretched out the afterimage, and a sword stabbed straight ahead, and in the air, Hejian was stabbed open by an extremely fast sword, and the two air currents were dispelled without entering the body. This sword seemed to have an incomparable sharp aura, and before the sword arrived, Murong Shanghe's eyebrows were tingling. Shocked, he was even more shocked, the sword intent had already pierced his qi. In his eyes, the tip of the sword had burst through.

The most taboo distraction in the battle, Murong Shanghe has been rolling in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he deeply understands this truth, so he stabilized his mind at the moment, shrank his shoulders and moved the whole person sideways, and a sharp sword stabbed out of his left shoulder. With a loud shout, a palm shot out, just above the sword body, the extremely fast long sword sword speed seemed to be difficult to retract, and under Murong Shanghe's palm, it was bounced into the sky. The swordsman who lost his sword, like a broken minion, took advantage of the situation to make a move, and slammed his palms into the chest of the young swordsman.

A sword did not make a contribution Zhang Kaifeng was not angry, killing such a guy who has been famous for a long time was so simple, it made him boring, he wanted to use this to condense his martial arts will and spread out the picture. When the opponent flew the peerless holy demon sword, he decisively let go, and did not forcibly keep the sword to let that force hurt him. Look at the opponent's palms when they hit it, they have already made a move.

"Peng!"

The four palms collided, the air waves flew endlessly, and the two people retreated at the same time, and then stood firm. Murong Shanghe's expression changed suddenly, how could the young man in front of him be very different from the appearance just now. No, if you look closely, this person's eyebrows seem to be somewhat similar to the young swordsman just now, and in an instant he understands that the young swordsman who has been fighting with him from beginning to end is the same person, but his face has changed just now.

"It's you, you're Zhang Kaifeng, how is it possible. Murong Shanghe was surprised, he never thought that the guy who called himself the Sword Demon would be Zhang Kaifeng, who was believed to have died in the Burial God Palace: "Sword Demon Demon Sword, I understand, the person who appeared in the capital is also you, and you are not dead." ”

With the most authentic face, Zhang Kaifeng didn't care at all, his eyebrows were red, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and he sneered: "You ghosts and ghosts are not dead, how can I die, the Murong family has repeatedly obstructed me, and they want to kill me, you deserve to die." ”

"Even if you return to the world, today I will send you back to hell and die!" After being shocked, Murong Shanghe shouted.

This time there was no room for action, the new hatred and the old hatred remembered that the back of the Murong family was defeated by Zhang Kaifeng as soon as possible, which made him feel a great shame, and he was going to kill this young man here today.

(End of chapter)