The wind is silent and the clouds are still moving. At this moment, the heaven and earth are silent.

The sound of "Brother Kaifeng" became extremely clear. Even if the sound was very small, it could still be heard in everyone's ears. Murong Changtian shook his body, and then turned around and saw Murong Qingxue's face beside him full of tears, looking at the standing person intently.

The figure standing there suddenly took a step forward, and the old man in the gray-clothed Yangjiabao, who had always paid attention to Zhang Kaifeng's every move, pulled back quickly as if he had encountered a snake and scorpion. The figure slowly dissipated, and it was actually a afterimage, about an inch between his eyebrows. The peerless sword edge, bronze rose gold tone, pointed at the old man's eyebrows.

The tip of the sword was about inch between the eyebrows. Although it had not pierced his head, the bleeding was already dripping between the eyebrows. It was because the sharp sword intent on the sword had actually reached the center of the old man in gray. Even if the tip of the sword had not been pierced, his skin could be torn out. In fact, the old man in gray had already reacted fast enough, but he did not expect that Zhang Kaifeng could be faster, which caused such an embarrassing and dangerous situation.

One of them retreated quickly, but the other followed closely. It seemed to be a stalemate, but the difference could be seen from the expressions of the two. The old man in gray was bleeding more and more sweat beads on his face, and the blood on his eyebrows was even more so. On the other hand, Zhang Kaifeng walked leisurely in the courtyard, and the tip of his sword never shifted by about an inch, and even the hand holding the sword had never shaked at all. The murderous aura did not weaken much, but became more and more violent.

"How dare you bully me, a child?" The old man in gray was furious. Once upon a time, a junior would have a sword against his forehead and had to give in and retreat.

The angry old man in gray changed his expression because the sword suddenly accelerated and stabbed his head in front, causing his screams to come to an abrupt end. At the time of crisis, a blue light flashed on his face and he quickly turned his head. However, a ray of scarlet blood was still brought out from the tip of the sword, but when Zhang Kaifeng swung his sword and slashed again, he found nothing because there was a white space in front of him.

"Killing intention!" Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows tightened, turned around and waved his sword, but it fell into nothing again, just because there was a white scene behind him. If the other party just played hide-and-seek with him, it would be difficult to guarantee that other people would not come again after a long battle.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kaifeng naturally had no intention of staying anymore. He glanced at Murong Qingxue in the distance and jumped to leave here.

"Can you leave? Don't you think it's too late?" With an angry shout, a sharp palm came from behind again. It was the old man in gray. What he did was to delay time. After a long battle, it would naturally attract people. At that time, joining forces with others to capture or kill Zhang Kaifeng on the spot would naturally result in twice the result with half the effort. However, he did not expect that Zhang Kaifeng would react so quickly, and he actually understood his thoughts in an instant. He was anxious at the moment and he had to stop him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Kaifeng suddenly turned around, and the murderous aura that had been originally restrained suddenly increased. The sword turned around and stabbed out. The sword was full of murderous aura and came very fast. It almost broke out in the blink of an eye and stabbed towards the old man in gray-clothed.

"Hehe, I knew you were a kid who was thief." However, facing the attacking sword force, the old man in gray-clothed in gray smiled coldly and penetrated Zhang Kaifeng's thoughts. He must have a blue light shining under his feet, gathering energy, forcibly stopping the sword's thrust. At the same time, he raised his palm and slapped the sword, so he took a step forward, fought against the sword with his shoulders, and kicked the ground again. His entire speed doubled, and he instantly arrived in front of Zhang Kaifeng, and his other palm blasted forward fiercely.

He completely fell into the plot of the old man in gray. Zhang Kaifeng's sword could not be fully capable. With a glaring eyes, it was impossible for the other party to slap him in vain. He thought about it and used his hands instead of the sword. He poured his skills into his left hand straight as a sword, and stabbed it forward hard. Seeing Zhang Kaifeng's desperate appearance of exchanging injuries, the old man in gray was indifferent, and his palm forward was also bright blue.

A palm was filled with coldness and a sharp sword, and two sounds were heard like a dull drum.

Zhang Kaifeng stepped back with his whole arm, and every step was a deep footprint. His chest was like a steamed bun, and it was emitting a rolling white air, but it was a biting cold air, and the whole chest was almost frozen. There was ice layer under his feet, which showed how domineering a palm force was.

The old man in gray in Yangjiabao also felt uncomfortable, and his face was quite pale. He was hit on the front of Zhang Kaifeng's fierce sword. His abdomen was cramped at this time, and his whole body was also about a foot away. If it weren't for the intention of closing his abdomen when the sword came, and then gathering with internal force, the unparalleled force would probably penetrate his abdomen.

However, as he was changing the moves with the old man in gray, Zhang Kaifeng was not far from a river behind him, so he naturally didn't want to continue fighting like this and jumped down.

"The seven poles of purple Yang, the green Yang breaks!" Suddenly, a cold voice came, and then a wave of heat came, making people's throat feel dry.

A woman in purple clothes was like a purple butterfly. She took advantage of the flaws on Zhang Kaifeng's back and took action. She saw one of her fair palms slid into the air. A blue flame floated with her palm, stirring up the wind and clouds. The green flame suddenly surged and hit the back of the running person.

Being under the high temperature of the flames, Zhang Kaifeng's body suddenly evaporated by the frozen cold air, and quickly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, which showed the terrible part of this palm. Zhang Kaifeng had no time to breathe after the fight, but at this time the demon lotus in his body was stimulated by external forces, and the almost exhausted demon lotus surged out again. The demon energy flowed all over his body, and the qi in his body flowed like a river breaking the dam. His blood suddenly became strong, his arm muscles bulged, and he almost broke his sleeves. He shouted angrily, turned his heels, and his body faced the enemy, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands and slashed fiercely on the terrifying palm.

This sword, with a powerful and powerful blow, burst out with a powerful sound of hammer smashing the giant bell.

At the center of the two people's intercourse, ripples that could be seen in the naked eye suddenly rippled, and the ripples spread around. The surrounding plants and trees and stubborn stones were like they had been baptized by the wind and frost for hundreds of years, and instantly shattered into powder and raised countless dust.

The palm with green flames was almost wiped out by the power of the sword under this sword, but it was still burning tenaciously. Zhang Kaifeng looked at the person's appearance. As he expected, he was from Ziyangmen, but he was just a young woman with an elegant face and long purple hair. With her purple clothes, she outlined a concave and concave body. How could she not make people feel rippling? Especially the pair of plump breasts on her chest shaking violently under such a fierce battle, as if she was about to tear her clothes out.

Poof!

After the blow, Zhang Kaifeng finally lost strength. He spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell into the rushing river. As for the woman in purple, she turned over in the air with the power of fighting, and stood steadily on the stone like a butterfly walking through a flower, looking at the rushing river without saying a word.
Chapter completed!