It was quiet, and the whole street seemed to be quiet, but there was an extreme tremor hidden.

The people watching the battle did not dare to show off their anger. Both sides were condensing and did not want to waste time. They were preparing to send a move to solve the battle in the shortest time.

The slender jade fingers plucked the strings, and the sound of the strings came out, and a murderous aura spread out, causing the guys who pleaded with her beauty to wake up suddenly. Seeing the black hair scattered and her face like a yaksha, I was so scared that my face was pale. Angry Shura, this name is known to everyone in Beiyuan, and the methods of killing are even better than the other five people, especially the soul-destroying song played with the guqin in my hand that no one can stop it.

Suddenly, Zhang Kaifeng moved, the entire restaurant collapsed, and a figure rushed out from the smoke and dust. The speed was too fast, and it was difficult for the naked eye to catch his figure.

"brush!"

The sword energy is illusory, and the sword energy is overwhelming and falling, like a storm. The sword force of the person wielding the sword is like a snaking the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, refining the Milky Way into the sword. This sword is extremely terrifying.

"bite!"

The strings were plucked, and she could not retain anything in the face of this terrible sword energy. The murderous intent in the sword energy was extremely terrible, and she could not help him to think more. His fingers were jumping rapidly, and the sharpness under the strings and swords were sharp. The strings were jumping under her dazzling fingertips, one wave stronger than another.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

The sword energy collided with the qi blade of the strings, and the dazzling light covered everything. No one could see the scene inside. After a stick of incense, the rumbling sound stopped.

After silence, Zhang Kaifeng's figure was already standing behind Angry Shura. The peerless Holy Demon Sword in his hand had been inserted into the scabbard, while the guqin in Angry Shura's hand was broken in half, half kneeling on the ground, with a pale face.

"How is that possible!" Angry Shura was frightened. She had just tried her best to pluck the strings, but she could not block the sword.

"I won't kill you this time, but there's absolutely no next time." Zhang Kaifeng turned his back to her, but said another intriguing words: "However, I'm looking forward to the person behind you coming out to fight me. After all, that person is the top musician in the world. He can teach you a disciple like you. What's going on with his progress over the years? My sword not only wants to defeat you, but also defeat him, because this soul-dead song is just one of his songs."

After saying that, Zhang Kaifeng disappeared here.

Ang Shura didn't think that the words of the Demon Sword were false, because she really didn't inherit much of the ability of that person, but she still felt that the Demon Sword was really arrogant, and she also looked forward to the arrival of that battle.

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Nangong Liuli, who was guarding the main gate, frowned. The noise from the front just now was very loud. He was very worried because no one he sent out came back. This was not a good sign. If someone rushes to this, it would be extremely unfavorable to them.

Just as Nangong Liuli was hesitating whether to send someone over again, her face changed drastically, and everyone was like this, and some even collapsed on the ground in fear.

The murderous aura is covered with coldness. Where this breath passes, no grass is alive, like the god of death walking on the earth and harvesting fresh life.

The sound that came from the street just now has calmed down. It is conceivable that the battle over there is over. Now this murderous aura is enough to show the terribleness of the visitor.

Who is it and who is so terrible? Although it is worrying and fear, the more dangerous the people's hearts are, the more they want to see what they think.

On the quiet street, as the increasingly fierce murderous aura approached, many people were holding their breath. The heart inside their bodies seemed to stop beating, fearing that a breath would lead to the murderous intent.

The visitor was wearing a black black suit, with a sword hanging around his waist, his eyes sharp, and his murderous aura seemed to be transformed into substance, especially his sword's murderous intent was heavier than his master, like a fierce soldier waiting to drink blood.

Nangong Liuli felt as if facing a great enemy. She held the spear in her hand tightly and slammed heavily on the stone slab at her feet. Her aura was swelling. He saw bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he forced himself out of the terrifying murderous aura illusion in a disability. At the same time, she shook the aura and woke the guards next to her.

The person who had just woken up from the murderous aura of the sea of ​​blood, his feet became soft and he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground to use his skills to resist the man's murderous intent, his face pale as paper.

Those guys who want to take advantage of the troubled waters came with me this time just because they were using the power of the tiger, but they didn't dare to show off when they saw the person walking away in front of them.

"Demon Sword Zhang Kaifeng!" Nangong Liuli gritted her teeth and said with a cold light in her eyes.

There was a commotion in the crowd. I had long heard that there was a rising star in the martial arts world who dared to choose two martial arts giants Yangjiabao and Ziyangmen as soon as he debuted. Then he defeated a group of contemporary masters in Yanjing, and his rise was like a comet. However, when he was buried in the God Palace, he was besieged and died, and there was no news. A group of madmen who longed for the style of the demon sword, and the fierce people sighed. Although it was revealed that the demon sword Zhang Kaifeng was a descendant of the demon sword and carried the descendants of the traitors on his back, they still sincerely admired them. The martial arts admired the strong man, and he remained unchanged, regardless of his origin or origin.

"Young Master Zhang is famous. Since I have already participated in this, I will say goodbye." After calming for a while, someone left first.

"Haha, today I saw the style of the Demon Sword. I have already finished my wish and will stop disturbing me." Someone stood up and took the people away.

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People left one after another, many young girls. Looking at the tall figure and hanging their swords, they were really the handsome and beautiful eyes of the swordsman. If it weren't for the elders in the family, they would probably have shouted out loud. These people are not small, but there are many mixed things, and they have everything they want to come here.

Nangong Liuli's face was extremely ugly. These people who were swearing in power when you were in power, but when you encountered difficulties, of course, they would not draw their swords to help, and they should be careful to get a knife behind their backs. Although the Nangong family attacked the Demon God Palace this time, they were quite worried. Otherwise, the family would have enjoyed the fruits alone, so they could not afford to have a group of fence-bearing grass to come and make food. They were angry in their hearts, but their faces were not revealed. Now the situation can only hope that the victory or defeat will end soon. Only people like the head of the Nangong family can shock these people who act rudely.

"Go aside, otherwise you will die." Zhang Kaifeng stepped slowly.

Nangong Liuli's face changed. The pressure of the strong made his body sink, just like the actual murderous aura made him nervous. The person in front of him was too dangerous. He was not sure of defeating, and he didn't even have a chance to hold the other party. The guards around him had long been shocked by the murderous aura and lost their fighting spirit.

"Where is my brother? "Nangong Liuli asked.

"I never remember defeated by his subordinates." Zhang Kaifeng said.

"You~~~ What do you know? If my brother hadn't just fought with the demon and injured Neiyuan, even your demon sword Zhang Kaifeng might not have been able to defeat him." Nangong Liuli was not angry.

"So what? If you lose, you will lose. The fact that you can't change. Do you think you can change the result by saying a few more words?" Zhang Kaifeng snorted coldly: "If you don't let go, I think you're tired of living."

Nangong Liuli's face turned red and she was very angry, but she did not dare to fight easily. After all, the name of the magic sword is definitely not a false reputation. In fact, he could not move at all, because the majestic murderous intent that was as powerful as the sea made him almost unable to breathe.

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Behind the gate, Di Lao revealed his identity, first severely injured the demon god Kong, and then killed two warriors from the demon god palace. Now he was torturing the three of them with his proud rebellious Guiyuan spirit. He seemed to be laughing but not laughing, his face was ferocious, like a yaksha sneering.

"Why don't you see you in such pain, I'd better send you mercifully on the way." Di Lao smiled and tightened his inner world.

The Demon God Palace showed a tragic and desperate look, closing its eyes for an unchanging ending.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

“…!”

Suddenly, a roar sounded, and everyone diverted their attention. At the main entrance, the smoke and dust of the tall gate rolled down. Then the gate sunk inward, and cracks spread from the center to the surroundings.

The head of the Nangong family restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth and showed murderous aura. Who made a cross at this critical moment? Could it be those mortal enemies?

"Peng!"

Finally, the gate that was several feet high burst, but it did not break immediately. Instead, it hit Di Lao with an extremely fierce momentum.

Old Di stood with his hands behind his back and had already let go of the three people. Ying Wudi, who had survived the disaster, sat on the ground and bleeding from his seven orifices. Being able to keep a breath is considered a blessing, and the couple is already holding their breath.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!