Who was the person in front of me? The way he set out the sword was so similar to that person. Although Yan Zhen shouted loudly, the person in the formation did not speak, and slowly raised the sword high, and then passed over his head. Then, the white man did not dodge or avoid it, and his sword slashed towards the claws coming to the air with a sword.

"when!"

The sparks burst out, and the scattered sparks entered the firefly and dispersed around. The place where the white man stood collapsed instantly. Yan Zhen was also slashed out by the white man's sword. His steps staggered and he almost couldn't stand steadily. A blood mark appeared in the palm of his palm. Although the skin was not cut, the power of the sword still made his whole arm numb.

At this time, Yan Zhen's pupils shrank. The white man was full of true energy and directly shattered four light pillars surrounding him. How could Yan Zhen not see that this man seemed to use his true energy to break the light pillar, but in fact he was shaking the light pillar with pure strength of his body. When did such a master appear in the martial arts world, he didn't know when or where he offended such a master. Moreover, he had fought fiercely with this man several moves, and the noise was so great that why the guards in the dark had not appeared for a long time. This shows the problem. The guards in the dark had long been killed by this man.

Before I could think too much, the white man had already stepped forward, holding the sword in his back, and disappeared in an instant. Brush! A cold light burst out, and the rockery was slashed by the cold light in silence, and fell to the ground.

Yan Zhen's clothes, who was challenging in the air, were cut off one section, his face was solemn, and his backhand fell down, and his pressure suddenly condensed, as if the space had stagnated, making it difficult to move. It seems that after a few years, Yan Zhen's skills had reached the top, and there were signs of a broken mirror. He had been numb after his skills and practiced hard again, and he had experienced many hardships. However, he had the intention to test recently, so he was naturally defeated more than so easily.

"My Feng Absoluteness!"

"Mo Fengshe, are you a member of the Jian Sect? You dare to break into the mansion and assassinate the prince? You Jian Sect should kill the nine clans." Yan Zhen's expression was shocked. This was the unique sword technique belonging to the Demon Sword Dao, and it was the martial arts move of his former friend.

However, just after his friend died, the sword sect in the martial arts world emerged from the sky. The sword technique used by the disciples was the sword technique of the magic sword. The sword sect in the martial arts world was the top of the top, and the huge sword sect was the leader.

The demon's sword is abstained from the sin of killing. The sword is straight and stabbed like a stream of light. It blocks the huge palm force and the sword collapses, which seems to be able to break the sky and the earth. With one sword, the torrent of the river will stop. With one sword stirs up, the world will be gone.

With four swords, the sword is sharp, and the palm force that is coming from the sky is instantly broken. This is a brand new sword. The deeper the understanding, the power of the sword technique will be immeasurable. The moment the palm force is broken, although the sword force is exhausted, the sword force on the white man jumps up like a big hill filled with water soaring into the sky, and the sword edge swepts.

The sword aura turned into an arc, and it suddenly cut off two white lotus like two swimming fish, and the sharp sword aura rushed straight to Yan Zhen and left.

The palm was broken, Yan Zhen calmed his mind, his fingers changed, and his palm seemed to slash forward casually. In an instant, after touching the sword aura, all the sword auras were broken, and he waved his thumb and four fingers to clamp the attacking sword body. His other palm slapped up, and the long sword in the white man's hand was immediately lifted away.

If a sword loses a sword, it is like losing a sharp weapon, and its power will naturally be reduced by half. The opportunity must not be lost. Yan Zhen turned his palm forward again and covered his head, taking the white man directly, and blowing the white one on his head with his majestic fingers and palms.

However, when the majestic palm was approaching, the white man suddenly saw a slight point on his right foot, which seemed to be weak, but suddenly retreated several feet in an instant. With a thunderous sound, the palm force destroyed the terrain in an instant.

"What!" Yan Zhen was surprised, but after years of training, he was very calm. When his palms failed, he had already taken the lead, not retreating but advancing, and chased the figure ahead. He turned over and stood up, and then condensed a palm print and went down.

"Brush!"

However, the figure who retreated seemed to have expected it, but he stopped hiding. He twisted his feet and instantly several afterimages went out from it. Yan Zhen raised his eyes and looked at him, and several figures were in front of him.

"How is Feng Wu Liuhuan?" Yan Zhen was unbelievable with such a fast body movement, and even screamed in shock: "You are Zhang Kaifeng!"

There are not many such light skills in the martial arts world today. There are not many people who can escape from his palm, and the person he knows is exactly one of them. Whenever he thinks of it, he still can't forget his expression.

However, despite his loss of composure, the white man's expression remained unchanged. He raised his arm and pointed the sword forward. The sword energy spread across the board, and several sword lights stirred out from his fingertips like storm.

The sword light had a murderous intent soaring into the sky. The sword light merged with the murderous intent. A monstrous sword domain appeared behind him under the moonlight. There was no one inside, and only the long swords with murderous intent soaring into the sky stood among them.

Even without a long sword in hand, this sword fusion sword realm is even more powerful than the previous few swords. Yan Zhen roared for a long time, dared not keep it, and pinched his palm print, and a picture appeared on his back. Five dragons roared, and the sequinous scales were as solid as the substance, and the sharp dragon claws were torn out.

"Boom boom!"

This is the realm of martial arts that is colliding, confirming who has a more profound understanding of martial arts. Once a warrior has reached a certain level, he can be said to turn the martial arts he has learned into substance and integrate them into his moves. If he is not careful in the realm of touching, he will become a dead soul at the other party's realm.

The dragon is a divine beast between heaven and earth, known as the strongest creature, and the emperor is known as the true dragon emperor. This is naturally confirmed by the strong power. The sword is not bound by prosperity and lasts forever. When it reaches a certain level, everything is a sword and the sharpest existence.

The two of them had a combination of artistic conception. In Yan Zhen's skills, he was naturally not inferior to the white man, but the martial arts that followed him were shocked. After the fifth dragon and the fifth sword were in opposition, he was defeated by the opponent's sword light. His footsteps were unstable and the blood in his body surged.

"This is what you have made over the years, it's really disappointing." The white man finally spoke, looked at the person in front of him for a while, touched his chin with one hand, and said, "Looking at your cowardly appearance, you are indeed addicted to wine and lust all day long."

Yan Zhen couldn't help but be shocked by the familiar voice. When he looked at the cramped look in the eyes of the person in front of him, his expression was like a reappearance of the former. At this moment, Zhang Kaifeng didn't want to hide it from him, and tore off the mask on his face and revealed his true face.

"It's really you bastard." Yan Zhen was shocked and suddenly stood up and gave the brother in front of him a fierce hug. "Your tragedy, I knew you wouldn't be so short, I knew."

"You know why you cry." Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were a little wet, but he was soon covered up. To be honest, if he had not investigated clearly, he would not dare to come to find Yan Zhen. After he had an accident, Yan Zhen stood up and said unfairness to him. He was even demoted to Beijing and was still collecting evidence to try to clear his reputation.

As for why he came to meet Yan Zhen first, it was not that he didn't want to meet Taurus, but time really didn't allow it. For Qingqing's sake, he had to come to the capital in advance. Of course, he wrote to Taurus when he came to the capital.

It was already late at night in a small town outside the capital, but there was still a light in the room that reflected a tall and tall man. The man held a letter in his hand, looking at every word carefully, and asked the woman next to him from time to time. The woman always responded to him patiently one by one, and what he said was not bad.

The man looked at the familiar handwriting and tears couldn't stop falling, but he laughed and cried for a while, which made the people who were guarding outside confused. If they hadn't felt any danger, they would have rushed in to see what was going on.

"Taurus, long time no see, this cow won't be crying, right?" The beginning of the letter.

"Don't worry, it's me, Zhang Kaifeng, your brother has returned from the underworld."

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"Hongying, Hongying, did you see it? This guy is not dead, he is not dead, he actually ran to the capital in advance. Is there a guy who values ​​sex over friends? Sure enough, in front of his brother, this guy knows that women are important." This tall man is naturally Taurus.

Hongying, who became more and more feminine, looked at the man in front of him with laughter and crying. The big stone in his heart for a long time finally landed on the ground. The man finally came back, and he could finally smile as he used to.

"I saw it." Hongying smiled and took out his handkerchief to wipe away his tears: "Brother Zhang is back, you should be happy. Why are you looking like this? You are not afraid of those jokes outside, you, the shopkeeper of the Jin family."

"They dare, I will deduct their salary." Taurus said domineeringly.

"You are so cowardly, as Brother Zhang said in the letter." Hongying shook her head and chuckled, saying, "If Brother Zhang knew, I wouldn't laugh at you."

"Aying is not allowed to tell that guy, do you know, my face is the most important thing when you meet him." Taurus fell down seriously, and he was like a child's instructions.

"A Ying, why don't we set off to the capital immediately." Taurus did not notice the dark night outside at all.

"---." Hongying ignored him and pointed outside.

"What's there outside!" Taurus was pumping chicken blood and didn't know what it meant.

"I'm resting." Hongying didn't bother paying attention to him, so she turned around and left.

Taurus still refused to give up and followed: "We'll leave right away? When I arrive in the capital, I'll buy you a lot of clothes and rouge."

"Will you buy it?" Hongying looked at Taurus squintly.

"Of course, a real man's words are as good as a horse." Taurus patted his chest, and the call was loud.

However, Hongying's next sentence made Taurus deflate like a deflated ball: "Now I have the final say in money. You are just a poor person. I have the final say in whether to buy it or not. I have the final say in whether to buy it or not. I have the final say in what to buy it. I have the final say in what you have, and I have the final say in your turn."

"How can you do this?" Taurus was angry.

But when Hongying cut his eyes, he was completely discouraged.
Chapter completed!