The two swords were extremely sharp and the sword intent was even more complete, so the sword energy was strong. If you look down from a high altitude, you would see two magnificent rivers, rushing forward with a fierce momentum.

The two bloodthirsty killers endured it until now and finally chose to take action. Even though Zhang Kaifeng was dead, they did not cut off his head, which was not counted. This was due to the killer's nature.

Murong Qingxue has suffered a severe injury. Facing the two blood-dropped sword tips, it can play a very little role. Before the two swords arrived, she could feel the two forced sword energy that hurt her skin. What could she do? In fact, she could not do anything, she could only close her eyes.

Everyone was surprised. The appearance of the bloodthirsty killer fell in their ears like thunder. The fate of the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng was already destined. Taurus and others could not escape, and their opponents were like maggots on the bones, tangled endlessly.

"Dare you!" Murong Changtian was furious, and his powerful true energy shook away the entanglement of the old man in black robe, and he wanted to retreat.

"A genius from the Murong family, do you want to send me aside? I won't agree!"

A figure rushed up, and the old woman from the Demon Sect had her dry fingers and claws like dead branches, but at this time it emitted a faint mysterious light, extremely strange. She took over when the old man in black robe was shocked, which was almost seamless. Murong Changtian could not withdraw from the ground.

"Nether Claw!"

The old woman shouted fiercely, her head was full of hair, her face was as ferocious as a water ghost drowned in the water. Her hands were full of light and her claws slashed at Murong Changtian's throat, and her claws were her chest.

One of the unique skills of the Netherworld Sect’s teachings cannot be ignored. Murong Changtian’s sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes are extraordinary. At this moment, his anger exploded. In his palms, there was a starry sky turning and a statue of the universe.

He knocked off the claws that were grabbing his throat with one palm, and the other hand held the old woman's Nether Claws in front of him.

"Bang!"

The two of them handed over their moves, and thunder burst into ears in an instant. Many people learned their lessons and hurriedly used their skills to protect their ears, which would prevent the pitiful end of being shattered. Murong Changtian let out a muffled groan and retreated with one foot and one seal.

"Flip the galaxy!" The old woman took a few steps back, her face full of shock.

An ancient unique skill has reappeared, and just now it has completely shook her internal strength back.

Having the upper hand does not mean that Murong Qingxue has already rescued the siege. Murong Changtian's eyes are bloodshot, but he never has the chance to catch up and stop the tragedy in front of him.

At this moment, the world suddenly became silent. This was not real silence, but a feeling, a feeling of the three people closest to Zhang Kaifeng.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the wind was silent. It was not, but a faint wind appeared in this extremely cold fight. It was unusual, as if something terrible was going to happen invisibly. The two bloodthirsty killers felt the most profound about this feeling. This was a strange feeling, and they didn't understand where this strange feeling came from.

The closer they get to the man who has no breath, the stronger this feeling becomes. Quiet? No, it is the silence of oppression, but there is no way to find the source of oppression. Their career as a killer is definitely not short, and it is the first time they can make them so unknown. But they still activate the strongest killer moves to be close, one zhang, two zhang.

Stopped!

It is unimaginable strange that the two sharp swords cannot move forward at all. Is it time that has stopped flowing?

no!

Soon, two bloodthirsty killers discovered this strange phenomenon. The ancient sword placed horizontally on Zhang Kaifeng's knees emitted wisps of air, like soft flowing water. To be precise, it was sword energy. This seemingly weak sword energy has an unrivaled force to block their killing sword.

"Do you say it!"

The two bloodthirsty killers looked at each other. They could not imagine whether the breathless person would recover. How could this be possible? They were shocked to find out.

However, their pupils quickly shrank violently, and the man with his eyes closed opened his eyes. It was a pair of extremely clear eyes. His eyes were cold or confused, just like a newborn baby looking at the strange world after opening his eyes. However, they soon discovered that the eyes slowly turned cold, as if they were a hint of mockery.

Murong Qingxue had closed her eyes. She could not see the two bloodthirsty killers, but she was wrapped in an arm. The warm breath made a trace of warmth appear in her cold body. Her broken heart suddenly jumped. She opened her eyes to look at him. Her almost silent soul also revived. She heard his rich coldness and gentle voice sound in her ears, and her heart was completely melted.

"Axue! Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Her eyes couldn't help but shed tears. The man was smiling at her. His eyes were no longer as cold as that. His soft eyes were like the warmest sunshine in the world. It drew her long-lasting haze. The sunshine in her life was back.

She could no longer suppress the feelings that were already full of her chest. She hugged him tightly, buried her head in his chest, and cried bitterly in his arms. All her strong defenses collapsed silently in front of this man, and all her disguise did not need to be concealed in front of him.

The sound of fighting could not cover up the crying. Everyone led over and looked at the origin of the sound at the same time. Then everyone saw that scene, the white-haired man hugged the woman.

"How is that possible!"

"Impossible! How could he survive!"

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An incredible scene actually appeared, and he was resurrected from the dead?

"Don't cry, Axue won't cry!"

"Brother Kaifeng is coming back now?"

"Brother Kaifeng will not leave you again!"

The white-haired man kept comforting the woman in his arms. His tone was so gentle. He gently patted the woman's back. He no longer had the murderous aura and coldness of the past, like the most ordinary person, comforting his wretched wife.

This scene was originally the most ordinary, the most common one seen in the alleys in the city, but the man in front of him was the most incredible one. Is he still the decisive magic sword Zhang Kaifeng? Everyone had an idea flashed through the same question, and it turned out that he was also an ordinary person.

If it weren't for his previous impression of being tough style, it would be hard to imagine that this was the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng. The strange scene seemed to have indescribable magic power, which seemed to dilute the atmosphere of fighting and dilute the murderous aura of Chongxiao.
Chapter completed!