Vertical day.

Early in the morning, Zhang Kaifeng, who had changed into a new suit, continued the next thing, taking advantage of the last fifteen days, he wanted to condense his martial arts. Everyone's comprehension is different, and the martial realm condensed is also different, he once asked Mo Lao, but Mo Lao didn't tell him, only told him that the subtlety of the martial realm can only be understood but not spoken.

Zhang Kaifeng, who fell into contemplation for a while, slowly closed his eyes, but soon opened them, he found nothing, and his heart became anxious. However, with this anxious restlessness, he couldn't settle down, and seeing that it was already noon, the short time made him even more anxious.

"No, I can't be in a hurry, otherwise all my work will be wasted, so meditate. Zhang Kaifeng spat out a turbid breath, silently reciting the sword technique over and over again, and at the same time took up the sword movement, intending to follow the sword, gradually emptying his mind and falling into an ethereal realm. The heart is free, the breeze is blowing, the kung fu of a cup of tea passes quickly, and the time of a stick of incense passes.

As the sun sets, the people who still have nothing are still closing their eyes, but the anxious heart has slowly calmed down. When the last sound of the sword stopped abruptly, the long sword was recoiled, and with a turn of foot, the whole person had already sat down cross-legged, with a long breath.

The remnant sun shines alone, and the eye-catching white hair is dyed with strands of golden brilliance, and in a place where Zhang Kaifeng doesn't know, a woman is standing in the distance and looking at him, with a puzzle in her eyes, why did Zhang Kaifeng have such a thing happen in this month.

"He, what's going on. The woman asked, looking into the open space.

"The price he paid in order to subdue those two sword intents was just that. The black-robed old man appeared and explained.

"What do you think? A woman dressed in red asked.

The black-robed old man thought for a while: "This kid's qualifications are not excellent, but his understanding is good. Someone doesn't think much of him, but I think he'll succeed. ”

"That's good. The red-makeup woman nodded.

"It's rare for you to come, don't you want to come here to watch it!" the black-robed old man asked.

"I still can't hide it from you, the Demon God Palace is now in turmoil, and the Nangong family is eyeing it, I think there will be a big move in the near future. If it really doesn't work, I want the second elder to help. The woman in red makeup explained her intentions.

When the black-robed old man heard this, his face showed some hesitation: "Miss, you don't know the rules, we are ordered to stay here and not to leave the valley, this rule can be set by the first generation of demon gods, we can't agree to it." ”

"I know, just asking. The woman in red makeup said.

"Since the young lady is willing to let this kid enter here to watch the holy monument, presumably one of the big helpers is on this kid, but I don't know if he will help. The black-robed old man asked.

"Not yet discovered. The woman in red shook her head.

"Isn't this kid going to eat the overlord meal? The black-robed old man's face sank: "If this is the case, the old man will definitely kill him here." ”

When the red-makeup woman heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled: "Hehe, you don't need to worry too much, the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng's ability is not only him, just wait for the day he comes out." ”

"Okay, the old man will put up with him for a few days. The black-robed old man left here with the red-makeup woman.

Before the holy monument, the people sitting cross-legged unknowingly had passed two days. But nothing was found, until the sun set, and the person sitting on the futon finally changed. The rolling demonic qi surged in its back, and the goodbye demonic qi melted into a solemn demon hall. However, the demon temple only existed for a moment, and then collapsed. Just as it was dissipating, the demonic qi turned into nine peaks again, but it also quickly collapsed. Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and the earth are all fleeting.

"This kid, what kind of martial arts realm do you want to condense. The white-robed old man was surprised, put down the white chess in his hand, looked down with interest, and said to himself: "Could it be that the unstable mood has caused the inability to successfully condense the martial realm?" ”

A series of countless martial realms flashed away, but they were not completely determined, and in the blink of an eye, there were only the last twelve days left in the month, and on this day, this continuous situation suddenly took a turn.

Those fleeting martial realms finally stopped, and the demonic qi suddenly subsided, and variables suddenly appeared.

Suddenly.

A sonorous sound rang into my ears, like the sound of iron colliding against hard stone. But when the second voice sounded, the voice was not out of charm. This is the sound of a sword, the sound of a long sword rubbing against its scabbard when it is drawn out of its sheath.

Looking closely, behind it, a sword condensed from pure demonic qi was slowly forming. But it's not complete, or rather, it's not yet fully revealed. It's more like a sword embryo, still tempered in the sword furnace, and the sword that gradually solidifies, sparks are flying, and there is a sledgehammer beating the sword body invisibly.

The sonorous sound was endless, and the sound echoed in the valley. When this sword was fully revealed, it was sharp and murderous.

"Forge a sword?" The black-robed old man who had returned to the mountain wall watched this scene, and there was an indescribable disappointment in the depths of his eyes, very faint.

As for the white-robed old man, he sneered, didn't bother to take a look, and continued to look at the chessboard intently, without the slightest intention of turning back. His meaning is obvious, Zhang Kaifeng's martial arts realm is not worth seeing, because the martial arts realm that has rotten streets is not worth his waste.

The sound of forging swords continued, and the tireless man was still doing the same thing. In a blink of an eye, dense swords formed a sword forest, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and bursts of sword roars rushed into the nine clouds, and the momentum was extremely huge. The tip of the sword forest is facing the sky, and the murderous aura is even stronger.

However, at this moment, the moment the sword forest was formed, all the sword forests began to collapse and turned into nothing.

"What's going on, can't it be a failure? The black-robed old man was startled and was about to help, but stopped.

The person in front of the holy monument opened his eyes, the ancient well was not waveless, his expression was not unusual, and he was not attacked because of the collapse of the sword forest, so his internal organs were injured.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand. The black-robed old man shook his head.

"Hmph, what else can I do, that kid is not strong enough, what's so strange about failure. Don't worry about it, I'll get him away after tomorrow and it's quiet. The white-robed old man snorted coldly and said, "It's your turn." ”

"You don't care about yourself, the old man went to drink, he didn't have time to play chess with you, and he loved you to go down to the air by yourself. The black-robed old man was angry and walked away.

Zhang Kaifeng didn't know that there were two old men watching him all the time, but it was a fact that he had not condensed into a martial realm. However, there was no loss on his face, because at the last moment, he just gave up the condensation martial realm. Or this sentence is more appropriate, just because at the last moment, a sentence flowed through his heart and made him temporarily change his decision.

Giving up the condensation of the martial arts realm, maybe it was unprecedented to do this, no wonder the two old men were so surprised, this is the reason!

Before changing his mind, Zhang Kaifeng did not regret it, and began to practice another extremely powerful secret technique while he still had time. After a short rest, he exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, and his eyes became firm. Take off your shirt to reveal your slender and muscular upper body.

Running the next layer of kung fu of the Holy Demon Yuan Fetus in the Demon Sword Dao, the secret technique of this next layer of mental method that no one dared to try, the demonic qi accumulated in the body was released one after another, and in just a moment, except for the holy tablet, this place was completely overwhelmed by demonic qi. The rolling demonic qi was like a deep spring rolling continuously, silent for a while, and a soft cry sounded.

The body quenching Dafa was transported by Zhang Kaifeng, and the demon lotus in his body was felt, and in an instant, the rolling demonic qi poured back. The demonic qi was pervasive, and the pores of his skin all over his body were scrambling to drill into the demonic qi.

The pores are small, but the demonic qi is visible to the naked eye, like wisps of rain rushing in, even if the demon body in Fengcheng is advanced, it still can't withstand these swarming demonic qi. Soon Zhang Kaifeng's body began to bleed, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

The flesh and blood of the body were being torn apart, like thousands of sharp swords constantly slashing at the body, and the pain went straight to the soul. Even though Zhang Kaifeng had extraordinary perseverance, he was still torn apart by this force and his face was distorted greatly. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, dripping down in harmony with blood.

This process lasted for a full morning, and when Zhang Kaifeng reabsorbed all the demonic qi into his body, he stopped, and the whole person almost collapsed. But this is only the beginning, and the worst is yet to come.

"No wonder this secret technique of the Holy Demon Yuan Fetus, it has been said in the heart that many people will choose to skip it, because this kind of torture is even more painful than Ling Chi. Zhang Kaifeng's pale face showed a wry smile.

After resting for a while, Zhang Kaifeng settled down, no longer distracted, and restarted the Dafa of Quenching the Body.

The demonic qi that had already been incorporated into the body penetrated all over the body again, almost savage, and rushed wildly in the flesh and blood. And the demon lotus in his body not only looked at him coldly, but his heart was like a child, releasing magical energy from time to time, increasing the power of those demonic qi that were rampant and domineering in the meridian flesh and blood.

At this moment, Zhang Kaifeng felt that his body didn't belong to him anymore, because the demonic qi was colliding within, and it was not something he could control at all, because once this layer of body quenching Dafa was running, it was impossible to stop unless it ended. He could even hear the sound of flesh and blood tearing, like the tearing of rags that had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and the pain from the inside out was even more terrible and bloody than just now.

The whole person's body is like a broken porcelain and turned into a block, and the wind and grass will be shattered into the ground at once, and the blood is flowing everywhere, and the scene is extremely terrifying. At the last moment, Zhang Kaifeng couldn't help but wail, and the sound of wailing was more terrible than eighteen kinds of torture.

"This kid is crazy, isn't he?

The white-robed old man's expression was solemn for the first time, and he said: "The sword is going sideways, and if he can't stand it, he will die like the disintegration of the Heavenly Demon of the Demon Dao." ”

(End of chapter)