Isn’t the scene in front of me really an illusion? The contrast is very big. Yaowu was actually beaten by someone, and he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. Is the person chasing Yaowu really just the peak of the transformation of God?

What they saw was indeed not an illusion. Yaowu was chased and beaten, and when Zhang Kaifeng caught such an opportunity, he could only blame Yaowu for being too confident. He was confident that his skills could kill the young swordsman, but he did not expect that the young swordsman would survive the dangerous move of exchanging death for life. This created the situation at this moment and was careless and underestimated the enemy. Zhang Kaifeng dared to take action so crazy, in addition to being unable to avoid retrenching again and again, his momentum was suppressed and it would be difficult to exert it. Another thing was to bet.

bet!

Yes, fortunately, he succeeded. What is the potential of the demon seed in his body? In addition to being able to perceive keenly, he needed to try out what potential there is in the demon seed. After all, the demon sword art has been separated for several generations, and even if Mr. Mo stayed in the demon sword art for the longest time, he didn't know the mystery of the demon seed, so he could only rely on Zhang Kaifeng to explore and move forward on this road by himself. Fortunately, he bet correctly, and another terrible potential of the demon seed was forced out by him. At this time, the demon seeds in his body were releasing their magical energy continuously and repairing his injuries.

With his arms hit Yaowu's shoulders, Zhang Kaifeng bullied him in front of him. After placing his arms, he hit his shoulders and elbows hard. The force poured out, and Yaowu was smashed away again. He quickly punched, his palms and legs, and the sound was as fluttering as if a person was beating a skin drum.

With a series of attacks, Yaowu was immediately beaten with a hammer like a sandbag. It is conceivable that he was frustrated. With a roar, the rushing true energy shocked Zhang Kaifeng, and he slid backwards to the distance with force, setting a distance.

Zhang Kaifeng made a move with one hand, and the peerless Holy Demon Sword flew into his hands in the rolling smoke and dust. His demonic energy surged and his breath also rose. He was so seriously injured that he was bleeding from his orifices. There was still such an aura. It was not natural yet, and Yaowu was about to curse. What kind of monster was he fighting against? The young masters watching on the side were already a little numb, and this man seemed to have always surprise them.

brush!

A snow-white sword energy broke through the air. Almost as the moment Yaowu moved, his hair was cut off, covering the blood groove on his neck. His eyes were extremely gloomy, and he was furious. This guy was getting out of the sword faster and faster, and he had never seen his speed slow down.

"Peng!"

"You're here to come." Shuangtongs caught the figure that rushed over at a very fast speed. Yaowu twisted his body and punched him out, just hitting the back of the arrogant young man.

"Peng!"

Unexpectedly, although Zhang Kaifeng's body was shaking, his feet were extremely stable. He immediately fought back when he stood still, kicking up, just in time to hit Yaowu's jaw. The two of them were each subjected to another move and retreated.

The two of them went back and forth, fisting to the flesh, fighting everywhere, but they still had more thoughts about the dodge of swords. Zhang Kaifeng used his mind and the peerless holy demon sword followed him, using the demon sword to connect his heart and spirit. His true energy blended with the peerless holy demon sword. The strange and tricky slashing and stabbing made Yaowu a little tired of dealing with it, and made the general's blood continue to add to his body.

When he was upset, he simply inserted the sword back into the sheath and just hit him with two fists. This way, he had one more arm, and he became more flexible in response and attacked more fiercely. He relied on his powerful body to bounce the sword edge and then blasted out the palm of the flesh puppet. After changing the strategy, he took effect. Although he was portrayed by the sword edge, he also hit Zhang Kaifeng. Every time he was powerful and heavy fist, making the young man in front of him rise and fall like a kite that retracted silk threads.

brutal!

Too savage!

This is not a battle of life and death. It is simply a child playing house. You punch me and I will hit two children with one palm. Everyone was stunned when they saw it.

"What is he doing!" The woman in black on the mountain asked to the man next to her in confusion.

Competing for endurance? That guy shouldn't be that naive, but it's hard to say. Yan Zhen held his forehead and didn't know what the guy below was doing, so he simply didn't answer. But he also had questions, should he exchange death for life? But if this continues, judging by the skill, the guy must be the one who fell down.

The fist and palms rose and fell, and the two exchanged injuries, but as Zhang Kaifeng's demon seed became more stable, the super-sensitivity played a role. The more strange way of sword-drawing of the peerless Holy Demon Sword finally made Yaowu completely furious. Seeing that the blood grooves scratched by the sword marks on his body increased, could it be too frustrating to let the blood flow and die? Yaowu's fists cracked the world, fought with the scars, tearing the sword net and the opponent's attack, and two fierce punches were blown out, one punch hitting the sword tip on the sword. The long sword flying up and down immediately retreated like a backward train at an invisible speed, and at the same time, it hit the young man's chest with one punch.

The body floating out is like a reed that cannot fall.

It seemed unintentional, but it was actually taking advantage of the situation. The peerless Holy Demon Sword that was originally smashed to fly came again. In the interweaving, Zhang Kaifeng poked out a thick internal force that had been prepared long ago and poured it into the sword head. The speed of the flight suddenly increased sharply, and a straight line drew a sharp white light to hit the eyebrows of the person in the distance. Yaowu's pupils shrank, and the sword that suddenly returned was too fast after getting the master's thick internal force injected, and the body that was originally chasing him had no time to defend. The god of death had never approached so much. Yaowu's right foot slid forward, his left foot slid backward, and his whole body suddenly shrank about an inch.

"Puff!"

A string of blood splashed out in the air, and the long sword that quickly passed by Yaowu made a roar in the distance, blasting a large pit from the distance, and there was no trace of the sword in the pit. In the horrified eyes of everyone, the figure that flew backwards disappeared from the spot in a flash, and instantly came to Yaowu's body, condescending, and his backhand was a quick and incoherent palm hit Yaowu's chest.

Yaowu was immediately bombed out like a sandbag, and fell heavily not far away, without movement, and life and death. The world was silent, the insects were silent, and the solemn aura spread all over the fields. Zhang Kaifeng could no longer hold on, so he opened his mouth and spit out several mouthfuls of blood. His breath quickly retreated like a tide, as weak as a tide. The killing move just now set a trap to make Yaowu impatient with the interference of the peerless Holy Demon Sword and knocked it away. The flaws he exposed inadvertently made Yaowu think he succeeded. In fact, the real killing move was the sword from beginning to end.

One sword and one palm severely damaged the master of Huanxu realm. In the eyes of several people, even if that sword did not kill Yaowu, that strong palm could hurt Yaowu's lungs. After all, that sword was too fast, and the protective energy was not available for time, and a palm in his chest would not be so smooth. Several people subconsciously looked at the person not far away, and an inexplicable murderous intent flashed in their hearts. If this person grows up like this, he will definitely have a place at the top of martial arts in the future, a terrible opponent, but they all knew that it was still a cooperative relationship at this moment, so they could only hope for the future.

"Ahem!!"

After a moment of silence, the sound of coughing sounded, and Yaowu was in the place where he was located made a sound. Sure enough, the young masters who had recovered a little bit of healing were alert. It was undoubtedly that Zhang Kaifeng had lost his combat power, but Yaowu was not the case. The masters in the Huanxu realm were even stronger than Xiaoqiang. Seeing Yaowu's reversal just now, they could not help but careless.

Yaowu, who had climbed up from the mud, had his long hair dispersed. The golden crown was shattered by the flying sword just now, and a shocking sword mark appeared above his eyebrows, and the blood completely dyed his entire face red. Everyone had to admire the keenness of the five senses of the master of Huanxu Realm. The quick sword just now only cut a scar on his scalp. I think the decision he made at the most critical moment had saved him.

"superior!"

"kill!"

Several young masters did not politely miss the opportunity to beat the dog in the water. At the same time, the sound of the magic piano reappeared again, and the rapid sound of the piano was like a demon from outside the sky, impacting Yaowu's mind.

"Hmph! Is it so easy?" Although Yaowu was injured by a sword and a palm, his skills were still there. This traumatic injury was not enough to take his life. On the other hand, the young swordsman had no power to fight. The biggest threat had been lifted, and he didn't need to worry about the terrifying sword edge.

Yaowu, who suffered a great loss, was no longer so fierce in the movement, but the hidden movements were mixed with strong internal strength, which was also a great threat. The unreasonable internal strength was activated with a palm, and the void became a move. After pressing violently, the void shook, and the couple immediately vomited blood and returned.

When the tiger is fighting, it is not willing to be defeated. Yaowu's move is more and more fierce. When he knocked back his partner with one palm, he took two steps back. The blood knife that followed the two partners was empty on the spot. Seeing this, the blood knife threw out the sword in his hand and injected his internal force. The blood knife speed surged and suddenly stabbed forward. In vain, Yaowu's eyes were like lightning. He just suffered a big loss, so how could he make the same mistake again?

"Give it back to you!" Yaowu shook his palm out, and the powerful internal force crushed all the internal force in the blood knife. He turned his palms and released soft power. The blood knife then turned the direction in his hand, and then slapped the head of the knife with three palm forces. The blood knife fell back, leaving only a blood light.

The man who claimed to be purgatory burst out with blood evil spirits, his feet shattered the place where he was located. The rich true energy gathered his hands. When he heard a snap, he actually grabbed the blood sword. However, he could not resist the powerful force and slipped out several feet. His trembling hands meant that he could not completely suppress the power. He suddenly heard an angry shout, and the purgatory feet inserted into the ground like two wooden stakes. This is dignity and he must never retreat.

Finally, under the anger of purgatory, the whole person's body suddenly stopped. But, how could it be that simple?
Chapter completed!