Defeat the younger generation of the two major sects in the martial arts world with one sword. This kind of combat power and this kind of swordsmanship will make another stir.

With a loud shout, the old monster from Ziyang Sect broke free from the siege of the mysterious master and said, "Damn it, today I am trying my best to do it, and I will shoot you here."

"Why are you afraid of you?" Zhang Kaifeng stood with his sword and responded coldly.

"Okay, it depends on what you can do." Hearing this, the old monster from Ziyang Sect was furious.

Anger erupted, and the air became hot in an instant. It was night, but now it was red flames soaring into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red. Then, a palm print came overwhelmingly.

Facing the old monster's palm print, Zhang Kaifeng did not dare to be careless. His skill reached the peak, and his demonic energy surrounded his whole body. Before the palm print reached, he had already rushed out first.

"Is he looking for death?" The person watching the game frowned.

"Kai Feng~~~" Taurus clenched his fists, but did not rashly go up.

The peerless Holy Demon Sword raised, and the sword edge flashed with a cold light. With a sword, Mars flew everywhere. Zhang Kaifeng's body shook, and the tiger's mouth shattered, and he retreated.

The peerless Holy Demon Sword was filled with a hot light. The moment he touched this palm, Zhang Kaifeng couldn't help but groan. A hot breath rushed up, and the protective energy collapsed instantly. This heat even the demon seeds in his body had no time to digest, and the whole person was emitting steaming heat.

"Hmph, it would be too overestimable to cross the realm to block such a palm."

"Hehe, but I'm really looking forward to this person's ending."

People in the dark sneered maliciously. In their opinion, Zhang Kaifeng's performance was purely seeking death.

After increasing his skills, Zhang Kaifeng spitted out white heat from his nose, which was the heat he used his internal force to force out his body. Facing the palm prints that did not dissipate, he did not think about retreating, and he could not retreat in the sword path he walked.

With a roar, the long hair was dispersed, the soil under his feet collapsed, and he rushed forward again, wielding his long sword and slashed rapidly.

"Do!Do!Do!"

Sparks were lit up, like a forged sword. After red fire training, all the swords that were not as fast as blinking were hit on the palm print. However, he was constantly retreating, a wall was crashing behind his back, and blood was gushing through his nose.

The miserable appearance is moving, but the tenacious will has not weakened at all. The sword is domineering and the moves are head-on.

"Who is Brother Changtiao? Why don't he retreat? My heart hurts so much." Murong Qingxue saw this scene and felt angina pectoris inside, but she could never remember who that person was.

"A Xue." Murong Changtian changed color. At this moment, Murong Qingxue's face was extremely pale. She hurriedly input true energy into her back to relieve her pain.

Taurus was also worried and wanted to tell her who the person was, but when the words came, they could only turn into a silent sigh.

The black clothes shattered, Zhang Kaifeng's expression was still unshakable, and the palm print in front of him was crushing like a mountain. He didn't know how many times he swung his sword, his hands were covered with blood, and he retreated again and again, and a long gully appeared. The scorching pain behind him spread throughout his body, and a large piece of flesh had been torn apart.

However, this hard-hitting connection was not ineffective, he had already felt that the power of the palm print was weakened.

"roar!"

The roaring sound of a demon, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were filled with magic light, and the demon seeds in his body were strongly stimulated to burst out with stronger power. The surrounding houses collapsed and smoke soared into the sky.

Boom! The palm print finally fell down, covering the people below, wrapped in burning flames, and the red flames burned continuously.

"Diet?"

"What a pity."

"Sword~Demon Flow!"

The cold sound was as if it was heard from Jiuyou, and a picture appeared in it.

"What is that!"

"Picture scroll?"

"Impossible, he can actually condense such a picture of heaven-defying painting beyond the level."

The crowd changed their expressions, and then they were shocked. Masters in the God Transformation Realm generally could not condense their own martial arts patterns. They had always entered the previous level, but the man in front of them was against the will of heaven.

"Look, that scroll has changed." Someone exclaimed.

I saw long swords appearing in the scroll behind Zhang Kaifeng, from the beginning, blurred, but now it is slowly becoming clear.

"No, flames appear in the scroll."

"He is using the sword forging with the help of the burning flame true energy!"

"It's so crazy?"

Zhang Kaifeng's behavior was really crazy, even gambling, using the help of Burning Flame to help him complete the condensed picture. Once he succeeded, he would create his own sword path. But if he failed, he would be crushed to pieces, because the forging sword could not withstand the explosion of Burning Flame's true energy and died.

"What a young man, it's so terrifying." Although he was competing for the scroll, the old monsters at this moment also witnessed the scene and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmph, borrow my burning flame true energy to forge the sword, okay, okay, I will melt your sword tonight." The old monster from Ziyang Sect here was extremely angry.

Zhang Kaifeng's forging sword also reached a critical moment. The swords in the scroll could not withstand the burning flames and began to be destroyed and turned into ashes.

"Can't bear it anymore?"

"Has the martial arts condensation failed?"

Everyone was inexplicably relieved. This person was really against the will of heaven. If he allowed him to grow, he would eventually be a mountain that was standing there that would make them breathless.

The man who bent his knees half a step, holding the sword to prevent himself from falling into dust, the place where he was located had collapsed. Zhang Kaifeng was trembling all over, and the palm prints on his body were like Five Fingers Mountain, pressing him down and unable to move. The flames in the scroll were blazing, and countless sword forests were swallowed by burning flames, and swords turned into ashes. In the blink of an eye, there was not much left in the sword forest. Once the sword forest was completely destroyed, it would be the time for him to die.

Concentration is formed, which means that martial arts are more refined, but no one of the predecessors came step by step. It is natural to take shortcuts, but none of them are the end of death.

Concentration is formed, and the palm prints pressed on Zhang Kaifeng's body are the best representative. The palm prints formed by the true qi condense and do not dissipate.

The energy condenses but does not disperse, and the path of martial arts is generally like this, but the path Zhang Kaifeng took is not the path since ancient times. His sword, once a sword comes out, no matter how many qi you are, I will break it with one sword. The intention will not disperse, the energy is like the sea, let me do it.

Soon all the sword forest turned into ashes. Zhang Kaifeng opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The palm print on his body lowered a little again, and the ground collapsed again. The ground fell two feet, revealing the dark hole. Only the light emitted by the palm print was gone.

Like the hotness of the alchemy furnace, his clothes were all dry and cracked, falling pieces, and blood marks appeared on his body, and the signs of body rupture.
Chapter completed!