The pupils of the two contracted rapidly, and they saw that the guy in the ghost mask suddenly breathed with a murderous aura, and he didn't feel a trace of martial breath circulating. The storm disappeared in an instant, making the two of them feel weird.

The guy in the ghost mask turned sideways lightly, and the hilt of the peerless holy demon sword stuck to the arms of the Ziyangmen man, and dragged it to the right, and the Ziyangmen man's feet were off the ground. Seeing this, Zhang Kaifeng followed the staggering Ziyangmen man, stepping on the six illusions of the Phoenix Dance on his feet, and pulled out the remnants of the Dao. I didn't see him make any movements, but the man from Ziyangmen was like a radish that had been pulled out of the pit, pulling it higher and higher.

The Ziyangmen man who was shocked in his heart, put his hands together, and then probed his palm, between an attack and a defense, he could only block the swift attack of the ghost masked man, and when he was dazzled, the opponent's offensive was suddenly closed, and for some reason, the ghost masked man's left foot was slightly bent, a circle of dust shook on the ground, and a domineering knee hit the man's chest.

Like a muffled drum exploding, the Ziyangmen man floated up again. In this way, Zhang Kaifeng still did not give up, and several quick palms burst out, and he was stunned to turn the Ziyangmen man into a spinning top and spin several times in the air, like a long sword that came out of the wind.

The fast sword slashed, and the sword collapsed into the power of the mountain, and the protective qi on the Ziyangmen man's body suddenly collapsed. Maybe Zhang Kaifeng changed his moves too quickly, even though the Ziyangmen man who had experienced a hundred battles was powerless to parry by a series of skills, the whole person seemed to fall apart, and his spirit was exhausted to the extreme. The last heavy sword fell, and this person was suddenly like a broken kite, smashing down, the sword was strong, and this person was unable to resist, and was suddenly smashed into the ground, without moving.

In just a few moves, there is a majestic power between the fast and the slow, and between the lightning and flint, the man of Ziyang Gate has been killed to the ground. The man in Yangjiabu couldn't react, and he showed fear.

However, the next moment, someone secretly shouted: "Be careful!"

Before the words fell, Zhang Kaifeng had already disappeared in place, and the pupils of the man in Yangjiabao shrank, and the inner yuan surged, and a cold and frozen air shook in all directions. As soon as he stepped on the ground, between the rumbling of the ground, a stone slab was knocked out by the person's internal strength.

His demeanor was unhindered, as if he couldn't see the stone slab in front of him, his speed did not increase or decrease slightly, and the sword in his hand moved forward a little, and the tip of the sword burst with silver. In an instant, the slate shattered like rain. At this time, the moment the slate was broken, a figure jumped up, and smashed down violently with both arms.

The purple light flashed in his eyes, Zhang Kaifeng snorted coldly, facing the heavy fist wind, his face was fearless, and the peerless holy demon sword swung horizontally, booming, smoke and dust flying, and his feet shattered. And those arms could only rest on the sword and could not move an inch. The cold and cold air can only blow.

Impossible, how could anyone dare to take such a rampant method of receiving moves, aren't they afraid that the cold will invade their hearts? With a sword in one hand, with a swing of the sword, he blasted the people of Yangjiabao out, and his strength and strength were very strong.

When he was frightened, Zhang Kaifeng's body slid out upside down, and the peerless holy demon sword slashed to the side, and with a bang, the whole body shook, and the protective body qi outside the body shattered. A cold internal energy rushed into his body, and he couldn't help but snort.

The moment the cold energy entered the body, Zhang Kaifeng's hand holding the sword instantly condensed the cold frost, and hurriedly ran the inner yuan to expel the cold energy from the body, and looked coldly at the person who came out of the side with a cold look in his eyes. This person was cold, and every step he took was frosty under his feet.

Yang Feiyu, this person has not seen him for many years, and his skills have reached the peak, I can't imagine that he can survive the encirclement and suppression of those overseas masters. There has been no news of him for all these years, and I can't imagine that the choice will appear today.

At the moment of looking at Yang Feiyu, a blazing aura swept across the side, and the fiery red true qi was like a burning cloud in the sky, and there was a feeling of dryness and heat in the air. Burning scorch marks appeared under his feet, and the true qi in his body was stirring.

These two people are very close, it seems that the information of the Golden Bull is not wrong, the younger generation of disciples of these two families are very close, it seems that it is time to unify the Jiangnan forces, but one thunderbolt hall is enough for them to have a headache. If you can kill the two most outstanding people of these two sects and hit the prestige of the two families, this is a good deal.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Kaifeng's mouth, and the peerless holy demon sword suddenly swung out several sword qi violently, the sword qi was like a raging wave, and it was even more like an angry dragon sweeping.

The ferocious sword qi went towards Wu Yu, Wu Yu's expression remained unchanged, and the killing intent in his eyes was even heavier. Slowly raised his palm, purple true qi appeared in his palm, and then slapped his palms forward, and the true qi in his whole body surged, like the tide of rivers and lakes in two, and then submerged after a bang.

Suddenly, the sword was in the air, Wu Yu single-handedly, and with a bang, the tip of the sword hovered in the palm of his hand. His eyes bloomed with a cold light, Zhang Kaifeng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, let go of the hilt of the sword, and with his fingertips flicking the hilt, the peerless holy demon sword suddenly spun wildly.

The firelight burst out, the true qi on Wu Yu's palm scattered, and the peerless holy demon sword was like a desperate collision of angry Jiao, and the majestic sword power bombarded, and Wu Yu's body was also shaken.

The cold wind was cold, and the cold air behind him was pressing, Zhang Kaifeng slapped his palm on the hilt of the sword, sparks burst out, shaking Wu Yu away, and the peerless holy demon sword suddenly turned around. Looking up, Yang Feiyu was already rising in the air, and the blue light in his palms was rolling, like a small moon, which was held in his hands, and then his palms exploded.

The five fingers merged into a sword finger, and the sword pointed at Ning Yuan, and suddenly, the peerless holy demon sword bloomed with a cold light. The aura of man and sword seemed to be fused into one, his eyes flashed purple, and he opened his legs to run. With a bang, the dirt under Zhang Kaifeng's feet shattered, and the whole person rushed to the sky like a cannonball.

The dark night sky is like a rainbow, and the cold breath is like a thousand years of ice. The momentum of the sword climbed, and a fierce aura emanated from the sword.

The blue light of Yang Feiyu's palms was compelling, and when he saw the ghost masked man rushing up against the sky, the condensed power between his palms suddenly shot out. In an instant, the cold breath covered it, which could freeze people's souls, and frost appeared on Zhang Kaifeng's clothes.

Seeing the frost and ice energy falling rapidly, the middle one must be shattered, seeing that the ice aura on the ghost mask man's body became heavier, Yang Feiyu's face flashed a hideous color, and when he was about to regain his palm, his pupils shrank.

"Click!"

The frost condensed by the frost qi shattered on Zhang Kaifeng's body, and the true yuan in his body was mentioned, and the originally sharply reduced rising speed skyrocketed. The peerless holy demon sword on his fingertips, the sword flashed, and no one could see it, only a rotating sword light, cutting through the thick cold ice true element.

The ice star shattered like scales, and Yang Feiyu's move had been broken between the lightning and flint, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Kaifeng still arrived in front of him, held the peerless holy demon sword, and slashed it down with a sword.

Yang Feiyu changed color, at this time, after he made a move, the martial breath had not yet been returned, and he originally thought that he could kill this person with one move, so he was not in a hurry to breathe. Unexpectedly, the other party took advantage of his mentality, broke his moves with a sword, and rushed up with the help of ice chips, which put him in danger at this moment. With a long roar, the sound shook the nine heavens, and Yang Feiyu burst out with a true element, turning into a protective body, blocking the slash of the peerless holy demon sword.

The two colliding figures changed their offense and defense in an instant, and Yang Feiyu suddenly looked like a meteor falling to the earth. With a bang, a big pit appeared on the ground, the smoke and dust dispersed, and Yang Feiyu was in the big pit, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. The whole pit was filled with frost, and there was murderous intent and shame in his eyes.

"How is that possible!"

"Who is this person?"

“-------。 ”

Secretly, a group of people were surprised, the ghost masked man was able to change the situation in an instant with one enemy and two, the purity of swordsmanship, the grasp of the moment between battles, and the sensitivity of the senselessness was really terrifying.

"He's got to such a point. Murong Changtian, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also shocked.

The golden bull's eyes flashed sharply, but his tone was extremely cold: "You also saw his white hair, how he survived the siege." After experiencing the abolition of martial arts, and then regaining the skills, this is the price of coming back from hell!"

"Condensation is God, and God is the sword, which is the sword. ”

Zhang Kaifeng, who was still in mid-air, twisted his sword fingers, condensed the true yuan on the sword fingers, and the peerless holy demon sword sensed it, bursting out with a shocking demon rainbow, and the unparalleled sword pressure swept down from the air. In an instant, the man and the sword were like one, rushing down,

"Frost Fist!"

"Purple Yang Seven Poles!"

The sword pressure was overwhelming, the sword had not arrived, the ground was already uneasy, and the sword was shining with a rainbow, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down. The majestic breath is covered up. The frost and the blazing flames are like two surging fountains, spewing out different colors of light.

"Boom!"

The air waves rolled like raging waves, and the place was in shambles, and the dilapidated houses around it were hit hard and fell one by one. Yang Feiyu and Wu Yu Neiyuan gushed, and two different true qi were striking at the long sword.

"Destroy you!"

"Kill you, you guy who doesn't know the height of the sky. ”

The two were furious, and they didn't expect that they would usher in such a master as soon as they appeared, forcing them to join forces, and Chiyang's true qi broke out of his body, covering half of the guy in the ghost mask. And the blue frozen breath also covered half of the man's body.

"Yin and Yang are two heavens!"

The two roared angrily, the martial arts practiced by the Ziyangmen and Yangjiabao families were each opposite, and now they joined forces, Yin and Yang transformed, Yin and Yang alternated, and they faintly drowned the ghost masked man.

"Brother!" the Taurus changed color and wanted to go up.

Murong Changtian grabbed his hand and said, "If the victory is not scored, how can he be defeated." Now that you are taking the liberty of making a move, there is a good chance that he will be seriously injured. ”

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they saw Zhang Kaifeng, who was in the center of yin and yang, dressed in drumming clothes, and his breath rose rapidly, and the figure that was about to be covered and submerged slowly appeared. I saw him open his mouth and swallow the true qi of yin and yang angrily.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

"Yin and Yang are really angry, rushing to each other, you are looking for death again. ”

Yang Feiyu sneered, and Nei Yuan sprayed thinly, adding to the frost qi in his palm. And the same is true for Wu Yu, the two firmly believe that this person is just a big person, too arrogant, and he burst this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky, and the yin and yang true qi is submerged again.

At this time, Zhang Kaifeng was really uncomfortable, freezing his bones while being cold, and burning unbearably. But being in a trap instead stimulates the demon seed in the body, but the demon seed is in a state of excitement, and actually takes the initiative to pull two different true qi into the body to temper itself.

(End of chapter)