The man in the Confucian shirt standing in the restaurant looked at the magic sword rushing up, his lips raised, and a cold laugh appeared: "It is my honor to let the magic sword choose me as his opponent."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Kaifeng felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows. In an instant, he determined that it was an extremely sharp weapon that locked him. However, seeing that the man in the Confucian shirt had nothing in his hands, he instantly understood where this feeling came from. It was neither a sword nor a sword, nor a sword, and it was another martial arts "hidden weapon" in the martial arts world. There were so many types that the martial arts world still could not produce them in a series.

A thumb-sized flying knife suddenly stopped at the center of his eyebrows and could no longer move forward. It was just because Zhang Kaifeng's protective energy burst out, blocking the sharp flying knife. When the inner Yuan shook, the flying knife immediately turned into ashes.

"Not bad, it's a pity that being my opponent is just a high hidden weapon is not enough." Zhang Kaifeng slapped his hands forward, and several flying knives were caught in his hands.

The man in Confucian shirt smiled and said, "Then let my flying knife pierce your body."

The attack just now was just a test. It was not surprising that Zhang Kaifeng, the demon sword, could block it, because at this level, the keenness of martial arts was not comparable to that of warriors of other levels.

Before he finished speaking, the man in Confucian shirt disappeared instantly. At the same time, several figures of men in Confucian shirt appeared around, surrounding Zhang Kaifeng.

"Of course, if you think I only have a flying knife, then you can seize your life at my speed!" The voice of the man in Confucian shirt sounded, making it impossible to tell which one was the original body.

At the same time, several flying knives broke through the air, and the flying knives were locked in various fatal places such as chest, eyes, and back heart.

In the blink of an eye, he had already made an attack method. Zhang Kaifeng never left the place because he felt it was unnecessary. No matter how fast the flying knives were, they could not stab him. He saw his figure moving left and right feet, and those tricky flying knives fell into nothing, but at this moment, variables suddenly arose.

A snow-white light suddenly appeared, and a sharp breath filled the skin, making people feel tingling. The man in the Confucian shirt suddenly approached, and his fingertips emitted a sword energy. The flying knife, the size of a thumb, was full of sword intent at this moment. Under his urging, the sword energy surged and slashed towards Zhang Kaifeng's face.

The Killing Sword, this person is not only a master who uses hidden weapons, but also a strong man who uses swords. His sword aura is like a rainbow, and his fierce murderous intent makes people look disgusted.

After countless wars between big and big, Zhang Kaifeng is no longer the same as before. He has no sword in his hand, but he has a sword in his heart. He smashes his right arm straight down, and uses his hand instead of the sword, and his whole body is full of swords.

"boom!"

The sword energy collided with the arm, and the entire restaurant burst into violent waves of air.

The man in Confucian clothes was shocked and his face was full of horror. His sword aura was actually shattered by the other party with brute force and was unscathed. How could he not be shocked? However, for the master, distraction is equivalent to seeking death. When this person was shaken in an instant, Zhang Kaifeng had already regained the peerless Holy Demon Sword and slashed out with a sword in front of him.

The sword that is stronger and stronger, the more fierce murderous intent, and the devastating sword intent are also possessed by the sword, bursting out a powerful sword.

The sword was so powerful that the man in the Confucian shirt saw that the white sword energy filled the second floor of the restaurant. At this time, the sword energy seemed to pour water into a bucket and rose rapidly. The place where he was located was already very small.

The expressions of the three people downstairs changed suddenly. The sword intent passed down from the building was so cold that they felt trembling. It is conceivable that their companions were facing a superior swordsman at this time. They rushed up without hesitation, and the scene in front of them shocked them.

The sword energy was like frost, like the river water of the Tianhe River poured down. Everything on the second floor of the restaurant had turned into dust under the sword energy. The pillars supporting the restaurant would have long been cut off. If it weren't for Zhang Kaifeng's sword energy, the restaurant would have collapsed long ago.

"Go away!" The man in the Confucian shirt shouted loudly when he saw his companion coming up. He was carrying the powerful sword energy hard, and his whole body was covered with blood troughs cut by the sword energy, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

Zhang Kaifeng's eyes flashed with cold light: "Since you are here, let's leave your life here."

The expressions of the old goat and the other two changed drastically, but they also had the advantage of the number of people. They calmed down and the man who used the sword blew coldly: "Others are afraid of you, Zhang Kaifeng, the magic sword, we are not afraid, I don't believe it, how powerful are you."

Just as he was about to escape, Zhang Kaifeng turned his sword backwards and swung out a horizontal sword. He immediately shot an arc-shaped sword light towards the three people outside.

"It would be a big deal to just want us to die here with just one sword." The man was furious, and the fist that gathered suddenly seemed to go east like a river, with force forcing people.

The old goat squinted his eyes, and the cold light flowed in the cracks of his eyes. He bent down, like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The sword man made the sword to slash with one sword, and then the three swords came out together, invisibly, stimulating the sharp sword force and attacked with the great man.

"Peng!"

The big man and the man who used the sword teamed up to break the fierce sword energy, and the two of them took a few steps to stabilize their bodies. Almost at the same time, the old goat had disappeared from their original position.

The smoke and dust have not dissipated, but the murderous intent has become stronger. The true energy condensed by the old goat's knife is getting stronger, like an iron spear, emitting a metallic luster. At the same time, the terrifying murderous aura makes people feel unable to breathe. This is an old man who has been killing people for many years, so he has such a solemn murderous aura. When an ordinary warrior encounters this kind of murderous aura, he will be terrified and unable to move.

Zhang Kaifeng's sword was blocked by them, and the old goat took advantage of the sword move to end the battle with the fastest and most terrifying means.

However, just as he stabbed his sword out, his expression changed drastically. What came towards him was a sole plate wearing shoes, which was the first to step on his wrinkled cheek.

The kick was extremely heavy. Before the man and the man who used the sword had reacted, a man flew backwards from the smoke and dust and directly broke the guardrail and smashed it into the house below.

The two of them looked extremely ugly. When they were hesitant, Zhang Kaifeng's heart changed, and a strong murderous aura approached quickly. The peerless Holy Demon Sword swung horizontally in front of them, and an extremely slender sword appeared in the sparks. Zhang Kaifeng clenched his fist with his right hand and blasted it out into the thick smoke. The smoke exploded immediately, and the energy surged. The young man in blue retreated. The man reacted quickly to take away the seriously injured man in Confucian clothes.

Zhang Kaifeng sneered: "Are you finally willing to show up after waiting for so long?"

But when he was about to chase, the sound of the piano sounded, and the murderous aura suddenly became cold, like a charge of thousands of horses, all of which were rushing towards Zhang Kaifeng to stop his pursuit. Zhang Kaifeng slashed several swords forward and shattered the strings of the piano waves.

A woman in a red dress was standing on the eaves opposite the roof with her guqin in her arms. Her hair naturally fell on her shoulders, her face was beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes were charming, her proud chest stood upright, and her slim waist was swaying. Her every move was extremely charming. Everyone looked at each other, even though she knew that it was the Four Evils of Kitahara, she couldn't help but feel restless in her heart.

"I heard about Mr. Zhang's Daming for a long time. I saw him today. It turns out that I am so handsome that I am so happy." The woman in the red dress spoke with a red lips.

The soft and soft sound made people involuntarily fall into it. People who were still watching the battle and preparing to escape stopped one after another, with greed in their eyes.

Zhang Kaifeng stood there and said, "The Nangong family asked you to come and stop me. It seems that the phone bill has been a considerable price."

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang is indeed smart. I didn't want to take on this life, but when I heard that it was Zhang Kaifeng, I couldn't bear the desire in my heart. So, I have carefully dressed up to see Mr. Zhang." The woman in a red dress covered her mouth and smiled, "Can the song just now fall into the ears of the young master?"

"Not really!" Zhang Kaifeng said.

The woman in the red dress almost collapsed, but her smile was still bright, and she said, "Since the song just now cannot touch the young master's eyes, why not listen to this song from my servant?"

"Not available!" Zhang Kaifeng still refused.

"I heard that Zhang Kaifeng of the Demon Sword has been cruel and ruthless, which makes everyone in the martial arts world afraid, but I just like the character of the young master." The woman in the red dress had a white face, like a flower blooming. Her slender jade finger nails were so red that it made people dizzy, but her plump breasts changed their postures as she stroked the guqin, which made her look even more thrilling: "It's just that today, the young master happened to be in a good mood. It's better to ask the young master not to refuse."

The goatee-bearded old man who had just walked out of the ruins was full of murderous aura. A clear sole print appeared on his shriveled face, and half of his face was almost knocked down. Seeing the calm guy, endless murderous intent surged in his heart, but because the existence of the woman in red skirt was temporarily pressed down. Once Ang Shura took action, there was no room for them to intervene, because once the woman showed this expression, it was extremely dangerous, and they didn't want to touch the bad head.
Chapter completed!