Draw the sword and swing the sword in one go, shocking the sky.

Just as everyone was lost, Zhang Kaifeng's unstoppable Demon Lord made another amazing move.

I saw him leaping high, and his sword intent poured into the sword. The sword momentum soared, and the magnificent sword intent filled the sky. This is a sword representing the way of heaven. It is the best place for heaven and earth.

The cold murderous intent rushed straight to the white-armored general who had already made a sword. Before everyone could come out of the shock, the magnificent sword intent representing the way of heaven suddenly changed. This was the breath of destruction, the sword intent that destroyed everything. The way of heaven was unkind and regarded all things as straw dogs. Since the way of heaven had no respect in my heart, it was only possible to destroy under my sword and let everything return to the chaos of nothingness.

This sword is the sword path evolved from the most grief-angry power of the Demon Sword. This is the sadness and anger in the hearts of the ancestors of the Demon Sword Path after they were betrayed.

There was no one in front of him, as if he saw the hatred that had been bathed in blood by the ancestors of the past, and finally fell down in the pool of blood. After giving everything, he only received betrayal.

"I will bear your hatred, I will bear your hatred, I will wash your grievances, and I will wash your grievances. From this place that makes you resent, I will pay tribute to you with their blood." Zhang Kaifeng only had a thought in his heart.

The peerless Holy Demon Sword sensed the master's hatred and grief that could drown the world. The clear sword sounded through the sky, and the sword energy became even more sharp. The sword intent was intertwined with hatred in his heart and pushed it to another level. Everyone present felt the grief and anger that came out of the sword. What kind of mood did it have to be like this? The battle was too long and they didn't know, but it was certain that it must be the most desperate mood that could give birth to this kind of sword intent that was burning with jade.

Sadness filled the audience. Some people who were not good at skill burst into tears because of this deep sadness intent of swords, but masters from all walks of life did not dare to approach because the level of the swords intent showed no sign of stopping. This was the most dangerous.

The expression of the old man was fusion. He actually felt the extremely strong aura of death from the sword intent. He felt danger from the sword for a master of his level. As for the white-armored general, he could not move for a long time, and the sword intent locked him from beginning to end, like an ancient mountain of demons hitting him, and it was futile to resist. His mounts broke all the limbs, knelt on the ground, and kept crying.

Mo Lao Cang's face suddenly showed a look of despair. He suddenly stood up and held his hands tightly, but there was a feeling of powerlessness coming.

"Why don't you stop him? He will die if he continues like this." Ying Xueqing looked at the man's figure, and her beautiful face was covered with tears.

"I can't stop it." Old Mo's lips trembled: "I didn't expect that the young master's mood would change so quickly, and he actually gave up this sword intent and a trick of burning both jade and stone."

Just after Mr. Mo explained, Ying Xueqing made a decision, rushed up with a little jade, and hugged the figure. Her actions shocked everyone, and even the people from the Demon God Palace had no time to stop it.

"Don't be sad, okay? I'm willing to go on with you. Can you share the sadness in your heart with me? I'm willing to listen to your story, that is, the story will never be finished in a short while. I'm willing to spend my whole life listening." Ying Xueqing looked at the man she was holding with gentle eyes, and said in a gentle tone.

Everyone looked at the two people in surprise. Zhang Kaifeng's sword intent was born to the peak. If others rashly approached, they would probably be shattered by this sword intent.

Yingxueqing Ninja's sharp sword intent and the biting pain points were repeated over and over again. She was already seriously injured, and rushing up without any defense and being attacked by the sword intent was not an easy move.

Her face became paler, like the most beautiful flower. When it was about to wither, it would do its best to bloom its most beautiful after-warm warmth. The faces of the people in the Demon God Palace were extremely ugly. Could it be that they would watch their palace master and the demon sword Zhang Kaifeng die together?

"No, why should the Demon Sword Zhang Kaifeng use his sword and get into a devil? Why should the Palace Master be buried with him? Even if we want to kill the Demon Sword Zhang Kaifeng, we will do whatever we want." A man from the Demon God Palace looked dark.

Old Mo was so sad and angry that a trace of a breathtaking cold light flashed in his eyes and said, "Young Master will help you, but you want to do something like destroying the bridge. If you dare to do something, don't blame me for killing me."

Half a step ahead of the innate world, the people in the Demon God Palace looked extremely ugly, but they could not watch their palace master be ruined here. Although the Demon God Palace is in a desperate situation, as long as the core figures have not disappeared, they can still seek another day of rising.

"Senior, you help our Demon God Palace. The Demon God Palace is naturally grateful, but now the Demon God Palace is in a devilish way and wants to pull our Palace Master to be buried with you. No matter how you calculate it, it's wrong." A man from the Demon God Palace said hesitantly.

"Sir, please consider the seriously injured body of the Demon God Palace Palace, and save the Palace Palace. The Demon God Palace is so grateful." Another person said.

"The Demon God Palace cannot be without the Palace Master. I hope the senior will be merciful."

“….”

Old Mo suppressed his anger and looked at Zhang Kaifeng's face with a fluctuating breath at this moment. If he allowed Zhang Kaifeng to continue to improve his sword intent like this, his body would probably not be able to withstand the cracks and die, but if he stopped at this time, he would be afraid that his body would be counterproductive.

In the blink of an eye, there was a tense atmosphere, and the change was so fast that it seemed astonished by outsiders, even the people from the Nangong family were shocked. However, in the eyes of the Nangong family, they were happy to see it and they didn't need to take action.

At this moment, when Yingxueqing's eyes were about to dim, her jade hands pressed against the man's waist and slowly loosened. She was already seriously injured, and now she was attacked by the sword intent, so she naturally could not hold the man anymore.

Her face was pale, and the soft light in her eyes was regretful. She slowly closed her eyes. She didn't know what the meaning of her doing so. She didn't understand why she rushed up desperately, knowing that she would die with her.

Everything was so involuntary, and it turned out that there was a feeling that had long been rooted in her heart. When he participated in this dispute without hesitation, he was still unwilling to retreat again and again, the feeling was strong that made her involuntarily want to get close to him.

Suddenly, her waist was tightly wrapped around her strong right arm, and a warm current flowed through her body, warming her cold body, and then pulled her up to be as high as him. A whisper was so low that only she could hear it, and it rang in her ears: "I didn't expect it to implicate you, I'm so sorry."

She reluctantly opened her eyes and happened to see the guilty look on his face. She was about to say something.

"This sword has been brewing for too long, and they have been waiting for too long. Do you want to give it to them?" Zhang Kaifeng turned his head and asked her with a smile.

When he asked her for her opinion, Ying Xueqing's beautiful face was a little embarrassed. She stared blankly at the man holding her slender waist, but she couldn't speak for a moment.

Zhang Kaifeng looked at the person next to him and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "If you look at me like this, will there be flowers on my face?"

Ying Xueqing turned her head and stopped looking at him, but just hugged him tightly with both hands.

"Haha, it seems that this gift is still to be given." Zhang Kaifeng laughed, his eyes fixed on the white-armored general, and his eyes gradually became cold.

He was shocked again. Zhang Kaifeng, the demon sword that originally thought would be destroyed by urging his sword intent, would actually wake up, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

The endless demonic energy slowly turned back to Zhang Kaifeng's body, and the sword intent on the bronze sword suddenly dissipated, but soon everyone changed their color in horror. It was not that they could not feel it, but that the aura on the sword had disappeared.

The stronger the breath of nirvana, the most dangerous thing is not what you see in front of you, but you don’t know when the danger will explode.

"Bold! Zhang Kaifeng, the Demon Sword, you want to murder the imperial officials. Are you not afraid of killing the nine clans?" General Baijia looked pale, but he still shouted with all his might.

Zhang Kaifeng only sneered at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and swung the magic sword in his hand lightly.

A light wave of the sword made everyone feel unexpected. The sword intent that had been brewing for a long time actually exploded without any terrifying power.

Just as everyone was confused, a terrible sword exploded completely.

The trajectory that the sword swung out suddenly lit up, and a gap seemed to be cut between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!