The huge fist fell and hit Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows. He suddenly flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, half-kneeling. His breath was disordered, sweating profusely, as if he was being showered by rain. A purple bruise appeared on his eyebrows. If he hadn't seen the right time and gathered his true energy on his head, the blow just now would have become a watermelon.

Instead of continuing to pursue the situation, Murong Feng looked at his sleeve tube in surprise. A hole in his sleeve tube was torn open. He did not notice that this kid could break through his protective energy and tear open his clothes in the flash.

But this was just a chance. Murong Feng didn't care. In his eyes, Zhang Kaifeng was just an ant, which could not cause much damage to him. He rushed out in one step. In the blink of an eye, the huge fist had already appeared above Zhang Kaifeng's head and smashed in the air. He stepped back with a white dress. The fist smashed a big pit on the ground. Murong Feng lay on the ground and rushed out again, comparable to an iron block, hitting Han Guangsai. However, when Zhang Kaifeng touched the sword body, he stepped on the strange weapon. His whole body was like a breeze to avoid his fist. The Han Guangsai erected the slash and headed towards Murong Feng's neck.

Murong Feng is worthy of being a man of many battles. He has extremely rich experience in fighting. Even if he didn't turn around immediately, he already knew Zhang Kaifeng's purpose. He slapped his sleeves behind him, shook the Han Guangsword, and turned around and rushed out in an instant. Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, Zhang Kaifeng had already retreated several steps, and in his eyes, he only saw a few sword energy hitting him.

Several sword lights shot up like substances, but Murong Feng's mouth showed a look of contempt. He hit the ground with a palm, and a rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and several rocks appeared in front of him. This was a phenomenon caused by his use of the impact of the thick internal force. Although several sword energy shattered the stones, it was completely eliminated. The palm was strong and the trend remained unabated. The cracked crack on the ground was towards Zhang Kaifeng, and the blood-red energy that could be seen in the naked eye blew out of the gap. Everything that encountered was crushed by the energy. He stepped on the ground, soared into the sky, raised his sword to the sky, avoiding the fierce energy. His body shrank in the air and slashed forward.

Facing the rolling sword force, Murong Feng stepped on the ground with his left foot, and the ground suddenly cracked, raised his arms to shake the sky, and the wilderness suddenly rang out Hong Zhong Dalu, and then a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye stirred up the rolling dust smoke, and a punch against Han Guangsword. Zhang Kaifeng's internal force urged him again, and the ground under Murong Feng's feet cracked again, spreading like a spider web.

Murong Feng looked calm, but he was shocked. The power of this sword increased a lot compared to the previous sword power. His power was increasing. This was his heart words.

The muscles of the arm swelled, and the powerful force broke out of the body. Murong Feng shook the Hanguang Sword, and his fingers were crystal clear at this moment. You could clearly see the blood vessels. This kind of strength is a real powerful person who refines Qi and transforms into gods. His body has been initially trained into weapons.

As soon as he stepped out, the ground cracked instantly, and the strong wind blew. Zhang Kaifeng used his internal strength to inject his sword body. Although his face was pale, his sword technique was full of hostility. He was as strong as glass fist. Zhang Kaifeng was knocked away without any surprise. Standing firmly, Murong Feng's palms faced inward, and an invisible force gathered in his palm. Suddenly, sand and stones flew in this wilderness. A stone suddenly formed in the rolling smoke and dust. Then he suddenly became larger. His palms loosened, and his right palm slapped the huge stone. The stone fell to the ground and brought out a rumble and headed towards Zhang Kaifeng.

This is a means of refining qi and transforming into gods, so that all things in the world can produce their own charm and burst out with destructive power.

The round stone rolled like a rolling down a cliff, coming in a fierce manner, and the ground trembled due to it. Zhang Kaifeng concentrated his mind and did not dare to be careless when facing the gradually bigger stone. He retreated and retreated again and again. He did not draw a sword, but a palm was shaken out, and the palm of his hand was blowing on the huge rock from the air. The huge rock did not slow down, but the man in white didn't care and clapped his palms continuously.

Murong Feng's eyes were always locked in the huge rock. Although the huge rock blocked the white clothes, he could also feel the aura. He was waiting, waiting for the white clothes to abandon the big rock to fight head-on, revealing his figure. That was when he used a thunder strike.

After the tenth palm was slapped, Zhang Kaifeng finally drew his sword. He had two purposes, one was to slow down the huge rock with the palm force, and the other was to use this palm force to nourish the sword intent and sword force at the same time. When the sword was drawn, his breath climbed to the top, spit out three mouthfuls of inner breath, and slashed a sword at the huge stone.

"This is...sword intent." Murong Feng was surprised. In theory, not everyone can easily understand the will of martial arts. They have to go through hard battles. Only by accumulating enough experience and personal talent can it be possible to understand it.

Instead of waiting for Baiyi to abandon the huge rock, he felt a sword intent. Although this sword intent was very narrow, so narrowed to be negligible, the will to destruction in the sword intent should not be underestimated.

A stream of rose into the sky like a wolf smoke, stones flew down, and one person was independent in the rolling smoke and dust. His long black hair was dispersed and his eyes were shining. He raised his arm and raised his sword, and gently wiped his fingers from the sword, resolutely.

Seeing this, Murong Feng took something out from his waist and put it on his fingers and palms. It was a claw cover, silver-white, and the sharp claw cover was like an eagle claw, exuding a heart-wrenching cold aura under the setting sun.

Both sides plan to take a try, and they are about to use their ultimate moves. Murong Feng is strong and has a greater chance of winning. On the other hand, although Zhang Kaifeng is not bad, he has little chance of winning against him.

"Soul-Devouring Claw!" With a low moan, a strong wind suddenly rose.

Murong Feng was already in the air, and his shiny claws were instantly grabbed. Zhang Kaifeng took a step back, and his terrible claws almost touched Zhang Kaifeng. Several strands of long hair fell, and his claws fell into the ground. His eyes burst into cold light. With the claws as the focus point, the whole person shot out like a cannonball. The claws of his right hand were closed, and rushed straight towards Zhang Kaifeng's chest like a sharp awl.

Zhang Kaifeng leaned forward instead of retreating, and leaned forward. He turned his wrist and lifted upwards, and raised his sword from bottom to top. If he dared to break through, he would have been chopped in half by a sword. Murong Feng seemed to have expected this sword, and he slapped the ground with one palm, and he soared into the air, avoiding the danger of cold light splitting in half. The claws protruded face met the sword light that had already burst out and hit the sword one after another, as if rhythmic, and it was not very good at the beginning, but the ghost sound filled the faint sound. Zhang Kaifeng's face turned pale, and the ghost sound filled his brain, and the Han light sword in his hand was paused. Murong Feng suddenly appeared in murderous intention, and his claws grabbed the sharp sword edge, and the shoulder and elbow hit him as soon as he landed.

When his throat became sweet, Zhang Kaifeng was about to move, but his body was pulled forward. How could he let the other party be rude? Zhang Kaifeng's waist sank to slow down his own speed. At the same time, he tiptoed his left foot and raised his right foot. The whistling wind rose. Murong Feng frowned, and he was unwilling to fight with the injury to exchange for injury. Besides, his fist might not be as fast as the opponent's whip legs, and he closed his fist to block the whip legs. However, when Zhang Kaifeng twisted his waist and shot his right foot in the air, the fierce wings rushed straight into Murong Feng's chest. Helplessly, Murong Feng could only let go of the Hanguang Sword, blocking the thrust foot with his elbow, and he was knocked away. The tingling sensation came into his brain, causing Murong Feng to suffer a loss. This made him furious, but a thick sword light hit him.

"Young man is crazy!" Murong Feng was furious and smashed the sword light with his arm.

However, Zhang Kaifeng was full of true energy, and the condensed sword energy surrounded his body. His body shook and he was pressing tightly. The rolling true energy was boiling, and layers of sword shadows were stimulating. The powerful sword force hit Murong Feng's fist palm, and the fierce sword technique exploded. The sword moves of the Demon Sword Dao were already surprisingly heavy. Murong Feng was very passively blocking the sword shadow, but he walked back, which was a bad signal.

"Looking for death!" Murong Feng was shot out of real fire, the Soul-Devouring Claw attacked again, and the claw sound came out again.

However, Zhang Kaifeng's true energy blocked the ghost sound and was no longer blocked by the ghost sound. The breath of his body surged wildly, and the sword force rose like a tide, and a destructive sword intent was brewing. Murong Feng's face darkened. Facing the accumulated sword force of the opponent's sword force, he was not sure to block the next sword, because the opponent's sword force had not yet slowed down. He shouted angrily, and the true energy in his body burst out, with one claw in the air and one claw. In the void, five claws were heading towards Zhang Kaifeng, and at the same time he shook out his palm.

"brush!"

However, Zhang Kaifeng did not choose to greet him. He stepped on Fengwu Liuhuan and retreated back, avoiding these two strikes. Then, Murong Feng's pupils shrank.

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

Han Guangsword burst out with the rolling sword energy, like a magic flower that had been fed for a long time, which was fatal. Zhang Kaifeng's sword power was like a flood breaking through the dam, and Feng Wu Liuhuan was invincible in speed. In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Murong Feng. Even if he counterattacked, it was too late. In an instant, the sword energy flooded Murong Feng. The sword energy that had been brewing for a long time rose like an angry flame. From a distance, it looked like a flower blooming, and a shrill roar came from it.

"bump!"

The majestic aura erupted, and Murong Feng tore open the sword energy. However, Zhang Kaifeng had been brewing a new style. He had never thought that this sword could kill the opponent, and the new style was his killing move.

"Sword-Demon Blood!"

A drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, gently stroked the Hanguang Sword, and a trace of sad red light flashed on the sword. The true energy around him immediately changed color. This sad red light soared into the sky. He stepped out of Fengwu Liuhuan, and his whole body seemed to be stained with blood, appearing on the horizon like a blood arrow.

"Soul-Devouring Claw!" Murong Feng, who was frightened, used his move.

"Click!"

Blood flashed, and in Murong Feng's eyes, the blood exceeded his speed of his move. The sword cut off his right arm. Zhang Kaifeng stood behind him, his breath was a little disordered, but his sword had already returned to the sheath.
Chapter completed!