Hena stood in the rain, his murderous aura was magnificent, burning vigorously like a fire. He stared at the man in front of him, the true energy radiated from his body was extremely hot, and the pouring rain could not penetrate his true energy. When the rain dripped down, it made a hissing sound when it touched his true energy, and the steaming mist radiated from his body. The mist covered his expression, but he could still see his cold eyes.

The white man who fell into the mud got up again. He kept coughing. Every time he coughed, his eyebrows couldn't help but frown, which showed how severe his injuries were. His mouth was constantly filled with blood, but his body was as straight as a sword. The other party condensed his true energy and was preparing to use a fatal killing move, but he was still indifferent. The sky can tell when the magic sword had ever been afraid of death.

The rolling true energy gathered on Hena's palms, and his true energy became more and more condensed. In the end, all the wet clothes on his body dried up. A huge stream of true energy rushed out, the rain was flushed away, the water under his feet was washed away, the grass was bent, and the strong wind blew towards Zhang Kaifeng.

"Die!" Hena rushed over alone, and his palms rushed forward with incomparable force.

Zhang Kaifeng slowly held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised his sword to the sky, and the long sword finally fell down in the thunder and thunder. A palm was in his abdomen, and the strength of the palm came out of his body. The broken figure fell heavily into the accumulated water, splashing a pool of inexplicable sadness.

Hena turned around without looking, and walked away, but he didn't go far, and a murderous intent between his eyebrows became even more fierce. He turned slowly, and the man in the quagmire was still conscious. He was trying to get up. After a long time, he finally stood up, perhaps not as if he was standing up.

The peerless Holy Demon Sword was inserted into the ground, and Zhang Kaifeng leaned on the hilt of the sword with both hands, half-kneeled, his breath was extremely weak, and his breathing was extremely difficult. If a dying person was just a return to his mind.

He raised his head and looked at the heavy rain falling in the sky. Zhang Kaifeng slowly closed his eyes. The cold rain hit his face, but his body was not as cold as he was losing his heat. He never thought that his life had reached its end. He would have experienced it again. The sound of wind that whirred through his ears, the grass swayed slowly, and all sentient beings were seeing him off?

Does the world hate him as a demon? Is he the devil sword? Is the demon so hateful? No one can answer him. Time is silent, he heard nothing, the heavy rain could not enter his ears, and his weak heartbeat was finally extinguished.

Hena looked at the man who had no breath, shook his head and sighed, "Why do you have such a young age? Why don't you have any trouble?"

The spirit of Zhang Kaifeng who was trapped in the dead silence came to a space inexplicably. Was he dead? He didn't know, is this hell? He didn't know. He didn't know how long he had been in this empty space, and in front of him were two bloody words, "Demon Sword!" The word "Demon Sword" exudes a captivating magic power, flowing with bloodthirsty and madness. The word "Sword" is scattered with sharpness, so sharp that it can tear apart a human soul. The two completely different words have different interpretations. After they were put together, Zhang Kaifeng only felt that he was going to be swallowed by these two words. But he did not panic, but instead opened his arms and threw himself into the two words, the magic sword that everyone feared, and the space was silent here.

"Hahahaha---I understand, I understand, haha---."

"Since the devil is me, since I am a demon, how can I get into the saying of demons and transform into demons? People have selfish desires, and the seven emotions and six desires cannot escape. People have demon nature, how can they get demon nature? Swords are demons, and demons are swords, even if they have demon swords, I will use the demon path to death to open the devil sword."

Dazzled laughter in the wilderness, Hena's pupils shrank, and an incredible look appeared on his face. Why would anyone who had no breath come back to life again? I saw Zhang Kaifeng, who was bleeding, laughing to the sky, like a wild demon, was he crazy?

But what made Hena's creepy was that the aura on Zhang Kaifeng's body was rising step by step, and an inexplicable aura was generated in his body, which surprised Hena. Hena could not see where the other party was. Then, a strange scene appeared in Hena's eyes. There was actually purple aura lingering on his sword on the person in front of him, and then purple aura entangled his whole body.

"How is the devil energy?" Hena changed color. He had not seen any true energy on the other party since he fought with the white young man. He knew that he had not broken through to the realm of Qi Refining and Essence, but what was going on now? Did he break through at this moment of life and death? Fortunately, the shocking aura only stayed at the peak of Qi Refining and Essence, and he couldn't be recharged.

But just when Hena was puzzled, Zhang Kaifeng changed. The enlightenment between life and death made Zhang Kaifeng realize his body and no longer entangled in his identity. Who said that the devil's path is boundless in the sea of ​​suffering? Even if the world does not recognize it, then what? My heart, my swordsmanship, and my vision can be understood by the world. Walk alone in my path, and the heaven and earth can walk.

The inner dantian changed. The dantian that had already destroyed itself was as chaos as the world had just opened. At this time, the chaos in it gradually dissipated. The demon wheel appeared. It turned out that the dantian did not increase and exploded, but was just shrouded by the fog in his heart. The clear demon wheel was the reappearance of the seven forbidden wheels. The demon pattern almost formed a demon wheel, and then the second path, and then the third path was completed in a blink of an eye.

The moment the demon wheel reappeared, a powerful force was unrestrained, flowing through its limbs and bones. The long-dried meridians slowly recovered like a rain of wind. At the same time, Zhang Kaifeng's body was also changing. A wisp of purple demonic energy rushed out of him and became even more intense, like a demonic flame burning, and he was reborn like Nirvana.

Two demonic lights shot out from his eyes that raised his head. Hena was surprised and was alert in an instant, and then murderous intent emerged. He rushed forward to fight Zhang Kaifeng who had recovered his magic skills. He let go of the hilt of the sword with both hands, flicked his fingers on the sword. With a tingling sound, the sword body was stirred up, and the peerless holy demon sword rushed out of the ground, as if it was spiritual, and slashed forward.

The sword as fast as lightning slashed in the sky, and the strong sword force was hanging upside down like the sky. Hena's expression changed. This sword was completely different from the previous one. The murderous intent on the sword was strong, like a jar of strong wine buried underground for a long time. At this moment, the smell of wine burst out was extremely mellow, and drinking a sip would be enough to die of drunkenness. Facing such a terrible sword, how could it be next? But Hena shouted in surprise and raised his fist and rushed forward.

"when!"

The sword was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Although Hena's punch hit the long sword, it was also knocked out by the powerful sword. His fists were trembling, and his eyes were shocked.

Seeing the peerless magic sword flying backwards, Zhang Kaifeng jumped over and lifted his sword again. With a clanging sound, the sword energy was like a dragon, and it was used to soaring into the sky and the earth. The sharp murderous intent made the space seem to be filled with frost. The powerful and destructive sword intent destroyed the dead, splitting the earth, and pouring rain was steamed by the sword energy.

Hena's expression was fusion, how could he hesitate anymore? He immediately let out a sword, pulled out the knife from his waist, held the handle of the knife with both hands, injected into the muddy true energy, and a blazing light burst out from the knife, and slashed fiercely forward.

"Boom!"

The sword energy scattered everywhere, and aroused a series of shocks. Hena was so powerful that his sword energy cracked, and his hands cracked open, and the blood splashed out. While fixing his eyes, the figure rushed towards him and slashed his sword. Hena roared and raised his sword to slash. The two people with the same realm fought fiercely on the grassland. The sword energy was illusory, the sword light was as bright as snow, and the sound of the clanging sound of the attack was endless, just like the god of death fighting fiercely. On one side, Hena raised his sword and slashed, and the force of the sword was enough to cut a man in half.

Every sword that was swept out was as bright as snow, and it was the sword energy scattered like pieces of sword energy. But if you look closely, a bronze long sword was slashing and slashing the sword lights. The sword was as heavy as the mountain, and the opponent's sword intent was too strong. The sword moves opened and closed, and an invisible forceful aura came overwhelmingly. The sword power became more wild and crazy with the sword move. If this continued, he would sooner or later be swallowed up by this momentum.

"drink!"

Hena shouted angrily, and his true energy exploded, rushing out like a mad wave, knocking Zhang Kaifeng back, lifting his sword high, and the sword light hung upside down like a river of heaven, slashing towards Zhang Kaifeng. Facing the sword energy coming like a exploding wave, Zhang Kaifeng took a step and turned around, and the man and the sword were as one, and the attacking sword energy competed for others without any dust.

"How is that possible!" Hener was shocked.

The sword energy was as if it had long eyes, but it did not hurt the other party. This was incredible. However, at this time, Zhang Kaifeng had already rushed over again, raising his sword to slash, and the powerful sword power continued to flow, and the fire on the sword passed by continuously. At this time, the demonic energy around Zhang Kaifeng became even more angry, and the cold demonic energy was colder than Wanzai Hanyi. Hena instinctively hit the cicada. Looking at the pale face, Hena was even more frightened.

Who is this person, why is he injured so seriously, and why can't he see any changes on his face? His eyes are very cold, as if he doesn't know what life is in his eyes, and his scarred body is not his body at all.

"roar!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound burst out from Zhang Kaifeng's mouth, and the sound resounded throughout the circle. This sound contained amazing internal force. Hena, who was distracted, was severely injured on the spot. Blood suddenly flowed out of his seven orifices, and the blood in his body churned.

"Puchi!"

The raised magic sword slashed in the sky, and a sword mark suddenly appeared on Hena's chest, and his blood flowed out, but he did not die immediately. Inside the clothes torn by the sword's edge, a silver inner armor appeared. This sword was absolutely sharp, and even his inner armor was seen through. If it weren't for the inner armor, he would have died on the spot.

"Very good. I haven't met an opponent like you for a long time." Hena was not angry and laughed, tearing off the broken clothes on his body, the silver inner armor: "This time I use my internal strength to protect the inner armor, no matter how fierce your sword is, I can't hurt me."

As soon as the words fell, Hena rushed over alone, and his sword style changed drastically. The barbarians who advocated bravery actually used feminine sword techniques. They seemed feminine, but the ferocity in them could not be known to ordinary people.

Zhang Kaifeng used his sword and felt like he was trapped in a quagmire in an instant. His terrible sword intent and sword force hit cotton, with no power at all. Even if he cut the opponent's body, he would be blocked by the inner armor. A breath that seemed to be there and nothing would pull away the power on his sword, and he could not hurt the opponent at all. In an instant, a lot of knife marks were added to his body again.

"Your dying struggle is indeed a bit powerful. Unfortunately, my sword is dedicated to breaking a domineering sword like you. No matter how powerful your sword is, it will be in vain if it cannot hurt me. Your sword loses its strength in my sword style." Hener sneered.

"Is that so? During this period of silence, I finally realized a sword move. I don't know who to look for. You are a good choice." Zhang Kaifeng, who was bleeding all over his body, was silent for a long time. The Domineering Sword was indeed unable to break the other party's feminine sword move, but he had absolute confidence in the newly created sword move.

Although he was discouraged three years ago, he still understood his weaknesses. The devastating sword move of the Demon Sword Dao made him reflect. Although he added something to it, it would only weaken the sword move. Although he created a brand new sword technique, it could not change the essence of the sword. If the absolute power fails, it will be devastating. Therefore, he integrated it into it with sword moves from another extreme body technique, forming a sword move that is opposite to power. Fast is the characteristic of this sword move.

"Hmph, you've been exhausted, what's the ability to fight me? Is it up to you?" Hena was so murderous, and he slashed out with one sword, and countless sword lights rushed out.

"Wind walk-Wuhen." Zhang Kaifeng ignored the sword lights and whispered a sword technique that was completely different from the past. He stepped back with his toes. In an instant, a strong wind blew up, leaving a afterimage on the spot.

Then, the wind moved and the rain stopped. In the sword light, a sword that was almost at its peak wandered through it. In an instant, it passed by the sword energy. Hena changed color and his true energy was turbulent. The extremely feminine sword style came out again. The word "Zangzi Jue" wanted to restrain the coming sword. Unexpectedly, the figure in front of him dissipated like the wind, and there was a severe pain behind him. He turned around and stabbed him, but he couldn't cut him.

Countless figures were reflected in Hena's eyes, and then a chaotic sword light flashed, and Hena was trapped in the sword light. The sword light that was not as fast as blinking, and the sword light that was not as fast as eye was engraved on Hena's body like falling white snow. Nature seemed to be silent at this moment, as if it was shocked by this sword move.

Suddenly, the wind stopped and the rain fell, and the person covered in blood stopped. With a loud bang, the heavy rain fell again, and Hena rushed out of his sword energy. The silver inner armor on his body became ragged, and blood flowed out of it.

"You are already strong enough, but compared to my former opponents, you are much worse. You are honored to see my new sword move. I will send you back with another sword. Thank you."

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

In an understatement, Zhang Kaifeng rushed out, the peerless holy demon sword in his hand was as bright as a rainbow, and the purple aura was as strong as a wave. The blazing demonic energy gathered on the sword, and the demon flames reappeared in the world again, blooming the most magnificent fireworks.

"Puchi!"

The demonic flame swallowed everything and there was nothing to stop it. Blood flowed from Hena's forehead, and it gradually faded out in his shocked gaze. A sword mark about a foot behind him was deeply imprinted here. Some sword light spread out in the sword mark and dissipated between heaven and earth again. The commemorative demon sword rushed out of hell again, and his sword was transformed again.

With one hand, the sword sheath inserted in the distance flew over and fell into his hand, and a clanging sound of the magic sword returning to the sheath. The striking white young man walked in the rain gradually disappeared into the vast rain.
Chapter completed!