These two people looked ordinary, one was bloated and the other was as thin as a bamboo pole, and they held a sword in their hands.

You are Zhang Kaifeng, the magic sword! The words spoken by the bloated man were whirling, like a divine weapon, with sharp edges.

The sword energy lingers all over them. Every time they take a step, the sword energy traverses the ground, splashing out sparks and slicing out traces of ditch marks.

Yes, it's me! Zhang Kaifeng ignored those terrible sword energy, and every word was so calm.

Dare to appear here openly. Are you waiting for us? The short and thin man stared at Zhang Kaifeng and said.

That's right, I've been waiting here for a long time, but I've waited for more than you, but also those pretentious right paths, and I'll send you on the way together. Zhang Kaifeng's answer was very straightforward.

Haha. The bloated sword slave laughed loudly, his pitiful hair flew like dead branches, and his almost invisible eyes were chilling: Now, you are enemies of the entire martial arts world, even if you come back, you cannot change the end of your death. Just in time, our sword gate will take off your head.

The short and thin sword slave said contemptuously: Draw the sword! Kill you, we allow you to draw the sword.

The two servants from the Sword Sect are not worthy of letting me draw my sword. Zhang Kaifeng walked forward.

What a big tone, it’s a pity that you, Zhang Kaifeng, were born in the wrong era. This is no longer the era of the Supreme Demon Sword. The decay of the Demon Sword is also destined to be unable to become a climate. You are bloated and obese and teased with a sneer on your face.

The Demon Sword Dao has decayed? Then let me see how much the two dog slaves from the Sword Sect are. Zhang Kaifeng speeds up.

The same is true for the two sword slaves. Even if Zhang Kaifeng easily killed two bloodthirsty killers, they were not afraid. In their opinion, what if the bloodthirsty killers are, they just don’t dare to mess with the sword gate, otherwise they will be destroyed.

Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows gradually became colder, and the sword on his waist was still not out of the sheath.

Buzz!

A sword slave stood still, only the short and thin sword slave came over. He did not draw the sword, but just activated the sword energy surrounding them to condense, trying to kill Zhang Kaifeng with a pure sword energy.

Buzz!

Zhang Kaifeng's steps kept urging his own sword energy to gather, fighting with the man invisibly.

Strong

The two sword energy confronted back and forth in the void, like two invisible swords colliding violently, bursting out with brilliant fire.

This is a confrontation at the same level, a battle between two people's understanding of swords, and a struggle for the strength of their own swordsmanship.

Bang!

The two of them were faster and faster, and in the end, there was only the afterimage left. In the midst of lightning, they each punched each other and touched each other. A roar was made, like thunder falling to the ground.

After the first punch, the second punch was connected, and in the end it was hard to see how many punches the two of them had made.

The sound of fists became louder and louder. Whenever the fists of the two people collided together, they were beaten like a sky drum, which was extremely shocked.

The fist force rolled, and it was coming from the sea, with a force of momentum, radiating out to the surroundings. The person who was slightly closer let out a scream and was instantly dismembered by the sword energy and died.

Neither of them set out on their swords, relying on their own physique.

Restoring the middle stage of the emptiness!

The two of them took each other's punch and retreated, and they became aware of each other's cultivation. The sword slaves trained by the Sword Sect are indeed extraordinary and have amazing sword skills. Even if they do not obtain the orthodox sword technique of the Sword Sect, they can still evolve a unique skill.

Your skills? The short and thin sword slave frowned. From the punch just now, he instantly felt that Zhang Kaifeng's internal strength was extremely strange, which was an indescribable feeling. But he was sure that Zhang Kaifeng's skills must be weaker than him.

Zhang Kaifeng slipped two feet back and stopped, patted the dust on his body, and asked himself that he was definitely not inferior to anyone in the understanding of the sword. During those days in Beiyuan, he was not just chopped by Mr. Mo every day. There was also the stone tablet of the Demon God Palace comprehended his own sword technique, which created two different sword techniques.

Suddenly, the ground rumbled and shook, and the thin sword slave burst out with dazzling light.

The dazzling lights were shining, and this was the surging sword energy emitted from the short and thin sword slave.

There are indeed some tricks. Zhang Kaifeng said with his eyes narrowed.

The short and thin sword slave refused to answer, and the light of the Chongxiao sword suddenly subsided, and the heaven and earth returned to normal light again, and then condensed into a sword, held in his hand, and slashed at Zhang Kaifeng with a sword.

Zhang Kaifeng quickly sank his waist, took a step forward with his right foot, stepped firmly on the ground with his soles, and raised his left arm.

when!

The condensed sword slashed down, and Zhang Kaifeng's left arm seemed to be covered with iron armor, blocking the heavy slash of the sword. Even so, his left arm was still trembling.

This is the power of the Holy Demon Yuanfei, but it is slightly different from the young masters in the sect. The bloated sword slave frowned.

The Holy Demon Yuanfei is a technique in the Demon Sword and also possessed by the Sword Sect, but unlike the pure true energy that Zhang Kaifeng used, it is a demonic energy like ink.

But what surprised them the most was that Zhang Kaifeng's swordsmanship was no worse than those of his peers, or even stronger. Although he has not used swordsmanship so far, his foundation is extremely strong. The swordsmanship of the Magic Sword Dao is worthy of being the only one in his era.

Even if he has the Holy Demon Yuan fetus, he still escapes death! The short and thin sword slave sneered, twisted his wrists, and his strength soared, shocking the white-haired young man.

Who can't tell the big talk? It's a silly dream to break my protective energy by relying on the sword energy alone. Zhang Kaifeng smashed the sword energy on his arm with one punch and sneered coldly: If you have any methods, why don't you use it quickly, otherwise you will have no chance.

The short and thin sword slave shook his head and said: Yelang is arrogant. Although I am serious about swordsmanship, how can I just walk on one road? You can take your life!

After the words were finished, a sword energy appeared beside Zhang Kaifeng at some point. Unlike the sword energy with full murderous intent, it was a smooth flowing sword energy. It was like a gurgling stream, flowing quietly.

The slowly moving sword energy extended from the short and thin sword slave to the near future. A figure had come quickly with the calm sword energy, and a dangerous aura filled the air.

Zhang Kaifeng was startled, raised his hand, and his hands clenched their fists were spreading, and his five fingers changed from normal color to like white snow.

Brush!!

The sword commander was like lightning, and it was like crossbow arrows that waved away from the sky. It was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. The extremely sharp breath was enough to make the body feel cold, and it had a devastating breath that made people suffocate, and it made the ground like a sieve.

Huh!!

But at this moment, the aura emitted from the short and thin sword slave became even stronger. His speed was faster, so fast that only the elongated afterimage was left, like a lightning jumping, unable to lock it firmly.

The raindrop-like sword energy all fell into nothing. He was approaching quickly, and his speed was amazingly fast.

A sword energy was almost at the edge of the short sword Nu's eyebrows, but he saw that Zhang Kaifeng had no intention of stopping, and he rolled his palms back without looking back.

The palm force was vigorous and domineering, and the ground was cracked and cracked as the palm force reached. The gravel flew in the air, and a long sword was suppressed in the place covered by the palm.

This sword is very small than an ordinary sword. It is trapped by palm force and rushes around, like a small snake that cannot find its exit.
Chapter completed!