"Come to die!" The old man from Yangjiabao shouted, and frost gushed out of his palms. Wherever his feet passed, a layer of shiny ice instantly formed on the ground.

The palms that rushed over and the gushing cold air covered the figure of the old man Yangjiabao, and the surroundings suddenly fell into a vast white space, making it elusive to understand where he was. What Zhang Kaifeng saw in his eyes was a white cold air rolling in, like a sea of ​​clouds surging, turning into a vast cloud wave, flooding it. He could not accurately determine the location of the enemy and laying risks for the next counterattack.

However, at this moment, several sharp sword energy shot out from the white frost mist. The sword energy was cold and full of murderous intent. It was the killer of the bloodthirsty organization. Zhang Kaifeng was stern and his eyes turned completely cold. The people from Yangjiabao actually bought the killer of the bloodthirsty organization to kill him together. It can be seen that he attaches importance to it, but he is no longer Wu Xia Among. He stepped on his mysterious footsteps and moved left and right, like a reed wandering in the wind. The sword energy was just blowing over like the wind, and he easily avoided it. The long sword returned to the sheath, and he used his palm to cut the sword energy from time to time. Disdain to shoot the sword, which was naked contempt.

"Yangjiabao is really declining? He actually joined forces with the bloodthirsty organization to deal with me. You have lost all the faces of the famous and upright sects." Zhang Kaifeng turned aside and mocked him, and the demon lotus in his body released his mysterious power to detect the number of enemies.

It seemed that he heard the mockery, and a gloomy voice came from the white mist, which was like a floating ghost, making it difficult to determine the number of people: "Zhang Kaifeng, you have a very big life. You can actually avoid our murderous intent several times, but this time you are destined to be unable to escape."

Zhang Kaifeng, who was floating in the sword energy, sneered and said, "You can't kill me in the Burial God Palace five years ago. You still want to kill me in five years. Do you think there is still a chance?"

"A chance, isn't this coming?"

"splash!"

Suddenly, a sound came from the right, and then it was like piercing a blister, and it was the first to stab a long sword to kill it.

The sharp sword edge forced the thrilling murderous intent. The figure was almost stuck to the ground, supplemented by the white frost and cold fog, covering the sight. The chaotic sword energy that shot out was just a prelude to the foreshadowing. It was a sarcastic moment when ridicule each other. It had to be said that the killers sent by the killers of the bloodthirsty organization were more abnormal than the other, like kings born to walk in the dark, and they caused necessary enemies to die.

But in the distance, Murong Changtian and Murong Qingxue who came here heard the sound changed color. If they could not avoid such murderous intent, they would definitely die.

"when!"

At the urgency of Zhang Kaifeng, the peerless Holy Demon Sword swept a dark blue light like the moon to block the bloody sword. He took advantage of the opportunity to twist his body, but a terrible wound was still pierced from his waist, and blood was flowing.

What kind of sword is this? It can actually cut his skin. It must be noted that after his body is successful, ordinary weapons will be difficult to damage. Even Murong Shanghe's steel whip just now cannot cause such terrible scars.

"Hehe, you will definitely die."

Another sword pierced through the frost white mist, and the second bloodthirsty long sword pierced from the front, pointing directly to Zhang Kaifeng's chest. The murderous intent of double attacks filled the air, as if blocking all vitality.
Chapter completed!