The appearance of the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng once again instantly touched the nerves of many people. Regardless of whether the matter was true or not, some people were very uneasy and they wanted to send someone to investigate. For a moment, the entire martial arts world became turbulent again because of Zhang Kaifeng.

A month passed quickly in the barbarian land. In Guanyin Temple, under the setting sun, the golden crow had already landed on the other side of the mountain, but half of the afterglow still sprinkled on a white young man, making his head dyed with some golden brilliance.

In his hand, a bronze sword was crossed in front of him, his fingers were constantly touching the sword, his brows were furrowed, and an ancient scroll was held in his hand, and he was pondering.

"Your injury has not fully recovered yet, why are you outside for so long?" A sweet voice came, with a slightly reproachful tone.

Zhang Kaifeng turned around and had been in Guanyin Temple for a full month and had recovered well. His face was still a little pale, which was caused by his internal organs not fully recovering, but he could already feel the continuous vitality of birth in the seven chakras of the new birth of the forbidden chakra to feed back to his body, filling his almost empty body.

"Yuxin, I'm recovering well, so I don't have to stay in the room all the time." Zhang Kaifeng looked at the woman in front of him, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

"Your body is still very weak, why are you so ignorant?" Yuxin was a little annoyed. This person was constantly lost since he woke up. He grabbed the ancient scroll and kept watching it, staying up late to light the lights. Otherwise, he would have been even more obsessed.

"Yuxin, don't worry, I won't joke about my body. My skills are recovering, it's time to exercise my body, otherwise it will all be rusted." Zhang Kaifeng said to the woman in front of him.

It is said that this time he was able to survive from death, all depends on Yuxin. He was grateful in his heart. After several years, her skills were already at the peak of the God Transformation Realm. Her talent was enough to make anyone jealous.

"Come on, drink this medicine." Yuxin walked up and handed him the medicine bowl.

Zhang Kaifeng pinched his nose and drank the bitter medicine and said, "Thank you!"

"You have said this sentence no less than a hundred times since you woke up." Yu Xin said.

"Oh, there is nothing around me to repay you. It seems that I can only promise you with my body." Zhang Kaifeng sighed.

"I don't want it if you promise me." Yuxin disliked him.

"Yes! You don't like me, a poor sword-practicing person." Zhang Kaifeng pretended to be pondered for a while and said, "It seems that you really like that young man."

"What young master?" Yu Xin was inexplicably said.

"That Young Master Daoyan, his eyes were very hot, and his eyes were about to fall down." Zhang Kaifeng said with admiration.

"Hmph, Ignore you." Yuxin turned around and left.

Zhang Kaifeng put away his smile and continued to ponder and regulate his breathing. The faint pain from his meridians was heard, but he did not make any sound and continued to activate his true energy. Taking advantage of this moment, if he could hold on, his physique would definitely improve greatly in the future.

As time passed, Zhang Kaifeng's recovery was getting faster and faster. Every morning, he would see him slashing with his sword. The heavier and terrifying force of his sword became, and the void seemed to be crushed by the sword in his hand.

With the martial arts theory in the ancient scroll, he quickly improved the sword technique he created and was officially condensed successfully. A total of thirteen styles were named after the Magic Flow Sword. At the same time, with the martial arts theory in the ancient scroll, a set of sword techniques that were very different from the Magic Flow Sword was once again bred.

Zhang Kaifeng did not blindly practice swords. As his health improved, he went out with Yuxin and practiced medicine everywhere. Gradually, it was gradually spread from the barbarians that a white young man appeared around Yuxin Bodhisattva, and Yuxin Bodhisattva treated him very differently from others.

On that day, Zhang Kaifeng was practicing swordsmanship. A few noises came from outside the yard. Zhang Kaifeng frowned and walked out. He happened to see several young men breaking in.

One of the young men was Dianyan, who was one of the people who pursued Yuxin. When he saw Zhang Kaifeng, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Who are you?" asked Dai Yan.

"I'm Zhang's surname, who was injured a few days ago and stayed in Guizhou to recuperate." Zhang Kaifeng replied.

"Oh, you are the white sword master who has been following Miss Yuxin recently." A young master asked.

Looking at his snow-white and white length, Zhang Kaifeng smiled faintly and said, "If there were no other white young people here, it was very likely that they were going down."

"Your injuries have improved. Why don't you leave this place? You should know that this place is a temple, and there are female Bodhisattvas in it. What is the purpose of staying here for a long time?" A young barbarian's eyes flashed with cold light and said, "The people from the Central Plains are not welcome here, get out quickly."

"No, why are you still staying here? Are you looking for death?" Another man saw Bai Qingnian still standing there and shouted coldly.

"Sorry, I have something to do now. If the matter is done, I will leave by myself, and you don't need to shout." Zhang Kaifeng did not turn around, and said calmly with his slender fingers twisting the petals.

"Who are you talking to? It is already a blessing to not kill you." The barbarian warrior exuded a murderous aura.

"Grace?" Zhang Kaifeng sneered at the corner of his mouth, saying, "When will Zhang need the grace of others? In front of my sword, only you need grace."

"You are looking for death!" The barbarian warrior on the side shouted angrily and rushed over.

A brilliant light burst out from the fist, and the strong energy was entrained in the fist. Before the fist arrived, he felt an impulse breath sweeping out. The man stepped on his feet like a thousand pounds, and the stone slabs on the ground were shaken open by the energy in his body, and then scattered.

Facing the approaching of his fist, under the unknown flower tree, Zhang Kaifeng slowly held the bronze hilt of the sword with his hand, stepped out step by step, and turned around. The sound of the sword sounded from the scabbard, and then the sword edge collided with the dazzling fist.

"Click!"

Suddenly, the fist light shattered under the sword's edge, turning into pieces of white light scattered, and then the long sword hit the fist.

"snort!"

This person groaned, and his whole body was shocked as if he was struck by lightning. He couldn't help but retreat backwards, and debris splashed. The person's feet drew two deep marks, and he stopped after about a meter.

"You dare to hurt people in the barbarians, you will die and live today." Seeing your companion injured, the man on one side raised his eyebrows and walked forward. He slapped his palm as big as a palm fan.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a ray of cold light of the bronze-colored holy demon sword flashed away. Then, the sword energy swept out like a terrifying wave, covering the man. As soon as the snow-white sword energy came out, the temperature in this space dropped sharply, and a murderous intent was colder than cold ice, spreading the entire audience.

"What a strong murderous intent." Daoyan changed color.

The sword energy of about a foot swept across, and there was no way to avoid it. The barbarian man decided to force him to go ahead, crossed his arms in front, and his whole body was full of strength. Suddenly, the man's whole body was covered with a layer of light.

"bump!"

With a sword, the sword light soared into the sky. The majestic sword energy hit the big man's protective air shield in an instant, and the dazzling light rushed straight into the sky. In the rumbling smoke and dust, it was seen that the big man's protective air shield was broken, and a long sword was sandwiched between his arms. The big man's complexion was flushed and half-bending.

"You!" The man changed his color and his arms trembled. It can be seen that the power of this sword was beyond the imagination of this person.

"Mole!" The barbarian warrior who was shaken away was surprised, jumped out again, and hit the white youth with a cracked knee.

But he saw that Zhang Kaifeng's expression was still, and his left hand turned into a palm. When he pressed the void, the space seemed to be stagnant under this palm. The barbarian warrior's knee hit was blocked by Zhang Kaifeng's palm, and then his palm turned into claws to grab it.

"Yeah! God-killing Palm."

Seeing this, Daoyan's eyes flashed with cold light. He moved, his palm came out, and his palm was filled with majestic energy and slapped Zhang Kaifeng's chest. In an instant, an extremely sharp aura hit hard like the power of the god-killing god.

"snort!"

Zhang Kaifeng snorted coldly, and he was not satisfied. His steps were shaken, and his whole body was filled with boiling demonic energy. The fierce demonic energy shook the two barbarian warriors away, and he bounced his fingers. The peerless holy demon sword leaped into the air, and the purple flames on the sword churned, which was the first style of the Demon Flow Sword.

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

As soon as the first move came out, the rolling true energy transformed into the sword. In an instant, the demonic energy transformed into shape. The demon dragon formed by nine demonic energy gathered around him. The hideous demon dragon roared and turned into the sword.

"when!"

The sound of breaking through the gold and cracking stone rushed into the sky. In the tumultuous energy, the demonic energy collided with the true energy, and the smoke and dust filled the air. Seeing that the sword stood firmly, the loan was severely defeated.

"Young Master!" The two barbarian warriors changed their expressions and were about to take action again.

"Don't come over." Dian Yan stopped the two of them, then slowly closed his palms and looked at the person in front of him: "You can defeat me in the middle stage of the God Transformation in the first stage of God Transformation in the God Transformation in the first stage, your name."

"Demon Sword, Zhang Kaifeng." Zhang Kaifeng said calmly.

"I didn't expect that there was a master like you in the Central Plains. The Central Plains martial arts are indeed profound, which made me yearn for the Central Plains." said Dao Yan.

"I dare not, the barbarian martial arts are of their own lineage, and there are countless masters among them. It is a lucky thing that Zhang can win." Zhang Kaifeng put away his long sword and smiled.

"Haha, my barbarians admire the strong. Since you have won this time, I won't make things difficult for you. I wonder if I can make friends with Brother Zhang." Dai Yan asked.

Zhang Kaifeng smiled and said, "Of course, the barbarians have always hated Central Plains. Will Brother Dian and Zhang make friends with Mr. Zhang be unhappy with other barbarians?"

"Although the barbarians hate Central Plains, only if they are strong, they will be respected by the barbarians." Dao Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he said with his true energy.

"Okay!" Zhang Kaifeng agreed.

"Young Master Zhang, are you here?" Suddenly, a voice came, and Yu Xin walked up at the corner with a medicine bowl. Seeing the messy yard, Yu Rong was covered with cold frost in an instant. When she saw Dao Yan and others, her beautiful eyes were filled with cold light.

"I am disturbing Brother Zhang this time, I am visiting the next day." Daoyan and others left first without waiting for Yu Xin to do it.

"The damage here is recorded in my account. I will order someone to send money to repair it tomorrow." When Daoyan passed by Yuxin, he said, "No wonder Miss Yuxin refused to accept Daoyan. What I saw today proves that Brother Zhang is indeed better. From now on, Daoyan will not disturb Miss Yuxin."

Yu Xin was stunned, and Dao Yan and others had already left. Zhang Kaifeng stepped forward, took the medicine bowl from her hand, drank it in one sip, and said, "I have solved this trouble for you."

"Your injuries have just recovered, how can you use force easily?" Yu Xin frowned.

"Don't worry, my injuries have completely healed for so long, and my martial arts level has been further improved. I have escaped the sword technique of the Demon Sword and formed my own lineage." Zhang Kaifeng smiled, with a confident smile on his face, and took out the ancient scroll: "I'll give it to you."

"You have been silent in that ancient scroll these days, and your swordsmanship has been perfected." Yu Xin took the ancient scroll and asked, "You will give me such a valuable thing."

"My sword technique has been completed. I have already remembered all the things in this ancient scroll in my mind. It is useless to leave it. Given to you, maybe it can make you improve your martial arts." Zhang Kaifeng said.

"Then I'm not polite." Yuxin did not refuse and put it away.

"By the way, is this person Daoyan related to Daiqin?" Zhang Kaifeng asked.

"I don't know, but today, Guanyin Temple welcomed a distinguished guest, who was the one you said." Yu Xin shook her head.

"Who?" As soon as Yu Xin's words fell, Zhang Kaifeng's expression changed, he bounced his fingers and several sword energy shot out from his fingers.

The sword energy that was shot out quickly fell into the corner, but it was like a rock sinking into the sea. Then, a wave of Mount Tai dispersed, and a figure rushed out, slapping Yu Xin's back with a covered palm.

"Be careful!" Zhang Kaifeng changed his color, and the person who came was strong and unexpected. Feng Wu Liuhuan stepped out, and the afterimages hugged Yuxin and flashed to the side.

"bump!"

The ground fell, and the person's palm was amazing. A palm print was released with one palm, and the stone slabs laid on the ground were shaken and loosened. With a light exclamation, the person's palm was exerted, and the stone slabs rushed into the air were blown by the energy, and rushed towards the two figures.

The stone slabs poured into the true energy are comparable to the powerful palm power, so they should not be ignored. Zhang Kaifeng put down his jade heart and said, "You retreat to the side."

"Sword-Demon Flow!"

With an angry shout, Zhang Kaifeng poured his divine essence into his body, and the peerless Holy Demon Sword burst out with a brilliant sword light. The sword light soared into the sky, and the sword light about a foot long suddenly slashed forward.

"Boom!"

The sword light slashed, and the stone slab that attacked was shattered under this sword. People from the smoke and dust rushed out again and poked out a palm. The palm force covered the sky and the earth. If others had been scared by this palm long ago.

"Sword Shadow of Remnant Wind!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Zhang Kaifeng stepped on his lunge, and a stream of pure true energy emerged without any hesitation, and a anxious figure rushed towards the attacking person. In an instant, a strong wind rose, and the cold light rose in the air like a bright star.

"Um!"

An unprecedented sword force came, and the sword was like a shadow in the wind, which was too fast to see, but it was extremely sharp. Even if the person came, he would never dare to ignore it easily. After his body turned, his body was full of energy and his body broke out.

"Dang!Dang!----."

The extremely fast sword spread out Mars above the protective energy of the man in black, but he could not catch the extremely fast figure. He could only look directly at the figure coldly and wait for an opportunity to move.
Chapter completed!