However, when Zhang Kaifeng responded to the challenge, the meaning in his words was extremely obvious. Even the limitation of this fig leaf could be saved. The number of people the Demon God Palace would be willing to be. It is no wonder that it angered these young and energetic children of the Demon God Palace.

The Demon God Palace first ended up as a strong man, who was already at the level of the God Transformation Realm, was covered in heavy armor, holding a broad sword in one hand and a shield in the other. This person was filled with long martial arts breath, and I think this person could see that he could not win, but just want to consume some of the opponent's skills and do more things for the people who challenge the next time.

Ying Wudi raised his eyebrows, as if he was moving. Zhang Kaifeng stepped forward and patted his shoulder, saying, "You are from the Demon God Palace, and it is not suitable. I will do these people."

"Okay, then be careful." Ying Wudi thought about it and then was worried. He hesitated for a while and then reminded him: "Be gentle and don't beat it too hard."

Zhang Kaifeng nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

This conversation was not shy. Zhang Kaifeng and Ying Wudi were very serious and had a very serious expression, which made everyone in the Demon God Palace very angry. Especially the hot-tempered people were spitting out, and Ying Wudi was even cursed by some of the Demon God Palace's children.

The children of the Demon God Palace in the field were glaring and encouraging the true energy. The sound was like thunder to show their dissatisfaction and cheering for the strong man in the field.

Zhang Kaifeng turned his head and had an evil sneer on the corner of his mouth. How could he mind whether these people were full or dissatisfied. He stepped into the field. Bai Piaoyang handed over the peerless Holy Demon Sword to the woman who made up red, and then looked calm and walked forward in a few steps.

Looking at the relaxed guy, the strong man was already full of anger. He smiled grimly and smashed Zhang Kaifeng's face as a board. The attack was as loud as thunder. If an ordinary strong man was enough to smash the entire face to pieces, it would not be impossible to even die on the spot.

However, Zhang Kaifeng did not dodge at all, and poked out his palm and let the broad sword hit the palm. The strong man expected that the scene was not born, the flesh and blood palm was not broken, and even a drop of blood did not flow out. The whole person seemed to have no feeling at all, and then the other arm rushed out. The strong man realized that it was not good, but he wanted the sword to be pinched tightly by the other party. He could not use any counterattack method. The attacking palm movement seemed very slow, but it had already strangled the man's throat in an instant and picked him up.

The strong man had a very strong body. When he fell into Zhang Kaifeng's palm, his limbs were hanging down. A group of children from the Demon God Palace shouted that the strong man would fight back, but the strong man couldn't move for a moment, and he couldn't even move a finger, let alone counterattack. Zhang Kaifeng grabbed the strong man with his right hand, and threw it out to the side as if he was carrying a little chicken. With a touch, the strong man was thrown to the edge of the martial arts field like a sandbag, hit the guardrail, and fainted on the spot.

All of this was born too fast and extremely shocking. The scene of being picked up made them lose their minds for a short time. When they came back to their senses, the strong man had been thrown out, like a cannonball that was so fast that everyone had no time to react that they didn't have time to react. Their high hopes for were already fainted on the sidelines.

The young man looked extremely ugly, and the young man standing beside him reacted quickly, hurried over, snore, and then looked at him in a hurry, saying with relief: "Fortunately, it's not a big deal, I just fainted."

While everyone in the Demon God Palace fell, they gritted their teeth at Zhang Kaifeng. The few people who had not taken action and were even stronger were frowning and thinking hard. It seemed that Zhang Kaifeng had not used any skills in the whole process. Why was that person so defeated? The ease of defeat was easier than killing a chicken.

He said angrily for the young man: "Zhang Kaifeng, you are so ruthless, and the challenges in the world are not as fierce as you. What do you mean?"

Zhang Kaifeng sneered and said, "I didn't kill him, how could I say he was vicious? What's more, I didn't hurt him vital."

The man was speechless. Zhang Kaifeng's loss was indeed not a point, but this loss was a naked slap in the face of the children of the Demon God Palace. Although they had not taken action yet, they shared honor and disgrace, and still felt a hot cheek, which was much more cruel than a slap in the face.

Ying Wudi was by the side, and wanted to speak but stopped, but just shook his head. He knew that Zhang Kaifeng was really angry when he saw the seemingly indifferent situation, especially those guys who did not know the importance of humiliating the Demon Sword Dao in advance, he decided not to leave any room for the Demon God Palace. Moreover, the Demon Sword Dao's conclusion has never been truly finalized. The tragic battle five years ago completely changed the man in front of him, and his methods of acting were even more intense. Otherwise, how could he use one person to sweep out the branch of the Demon and the Right Dao in the capital city, and he fought against the masters of the Demon and the Demon alone, causing a sensation and preventing the Demon and the Demon from coming to Taiwan.

Everyone knows that Zhang Kaifeng's heart knot is the devil's sword, but the reverse scale, and he will die if he touches it. But for the sake of the honor and disgrace of the family, Zhang Kaifeng is not afraid to be enemies with anyone.

Now that things have come to this, the face of the young man in the Demon God Palace flashed through the gloomy face, and he smiled deeply: "Okay, very good! Since Zhang Kaifeng, the Demon God Palace is so willing to give advice, how can our Demon God Palace disappoint you? Yingwu, go and learn about the methods of Zhang Kaifeng in the Demon Sword!"

Yingwu is a man with a white face and looks like he is about thirty years old. He holds a pair of short forks in his hand, and then floats down a little after stepping down. As he moves, he shows outstanding light skills. He is obviously good at length martial arts.

As soon as he appeared, Yingwu did not approach Zhang Kaifeng immediately, but walked around Zhang Kaifeng. It was obvious that he learned the lessons of the strong man before, and wanted to slowly gain an advantage in unexpected ways when Zhang Kaifeng was dazzled, or at least let Zhang Kaifeng consume more skills.

In the blink of an eye, he circled around Zhang Kaifeng several times, and the speed was as fast as the wind and lightning. The onlookers of the Demon God Palace cheered, as if they were already sure to win. The cheers from his ears made the man feel secretly proud, and he felt that when his face was greatly aroused in front of his fellow tribe, a loud shout came.

"Be careful ahead of you."

I don’t know who reminded Yingwu to make him feel shocked. There was indeed a person standing in front of him, which was Zhang Kaifeng. He was so scared that he hurriedly stopped and shot out to the side. If someone hadn’t reminded him that he would have plunged in, then his fate would have been the same as the person in front of him.

Zhang Kaifeng, who had disappeared from the spot, turned around and looked at the man who spoke with a sharp light. The man Zhang Kaifeng looked so fiercely that his face was pale when he looked at him with such a sharp look. He also attracted contemptuous eyes from people of the same clan. He was like a deflated ball and dared not look up again. He was most afraid of reminding him that even if he won, he would be defeated. This unknown person in the same clan almost made the Demon God Palace bear such a reputation. But from another perspective, if this person hadn't reminded Yingwu would have been defeated, he would be even more frightened to the extent of the Demon Sword, or if he knew Yingwu's course of action in advance, his heart became heavier now.

"Are you tired? You've been running for so long."

The cold sweat from Yingwu's forehead that escaped from the disaster had not yet been erased. A voice sounded beside him, which made his legs almost weak. The person next to him was not Zhang Kaifeng, but he didn't notice when he arrived.

At this point, Yingwu knew that he could not win. It would be so embarrassing if he was picked up and thrown out before he could use a frustrated move. With a loud roar, the roar had not yet been released and it stopped abruptly. The person in front of him disappeared again, and he fixed his eyes again, and suddenly a big hand appeared, as if he was flying from the sky, making him hide without any need to avoid it. He was shocked and was strangled and raised.

"I actually lost -----" The thought flashed through his eyes, and the whistling wind in his ears stopped. His eyes turned dark and he knew nothing.

In the eyes of others, Zhang Kaifeng just took it casually, and Yingwu hit Zhang Kaifeng's hand, then was strangled to the throat, and then threw it outside the field.

Because of the young man's face changing trick, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Yingdong!"

Another person ended up in the scene. This person was covered in dust, his eyes flashed, and his movements were also flawless, without any delay. He seemed to be a real master who was skilled in actual combat.

But this so-called powerful man with rich practical experience was lifted up as soon as he rushed into Zhang Kaifeng's close combat distance, and then threw it out and fainted.

"Yingyu!"

"Yingyi!"

"Yingcheng!"

"reflect……"

As the person shouted, no matter who was under Zhang Kaifeng, he could not hold on for a moment. As long as he ended, he would be thrown out. The whole process was so fast that it even made people feel that Zhang Kaifeng had no skills. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people lay on the sidelines, each of them looked very wonderful and unconscious.

At this moment, more and more children from the Demon God Palace gathered, but they were silent. A discerning person had long seen that Zhang Kaifeng's strength was not on the same level as these young children. Only in this way would he take the weight easily and throw all his opponents out of the way. The injuries were not serious injuries, but they all brought out marks on the ground.

For the young man, he could no longer maintain his demeanor, his face looked extremely ugly, and he said with a threat, "Is Zhang Kaifeng going to fight against my demon god palace to the end?"

Zhang Kaifeng stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless and said indifferently: "Isn't this result you are looking forward to?"
Chapter completed!