"brush!"

The palm wind was moving, and the figure had arrived, and the speed was astonishingly fast. When the palm was released, the seemingly ordinary palm was accompanied by sword force, and the palm contained infinite sword moves, so I slapped forward.

With a sword move on the palm, a palm came out, and ripples appeared in the void, like a disillusionment, like a mirror flower, water and moon, and the virtual reality is difficult to measure.

"In the world, it is the highest point, and it is the only one." When the virtual and real situation are unpredictable, Zhang Kaifeng suddenly closed his eyes, breathing without breathing, and used his own martial arts to sense the opponent's sword power.

"bite!"

With a sudden sound, the sudden sword light came out of the sheath and was crossed in front of him. A sword blocked him, and a dry palm pressed on the sword body. In an instant, the palm force came to his body.

As his body shook, Zhang Kaifeng was shook back by the old farmer's palm, he gradually raised dust. He raised his energy and raised his sword, and the breeze rose. The cold light was a moment, and the wind passed without trace.

"Good sword!" The old farmer's turbid eyes burst out with dazzling light, and he used his sword to draw.

The palm turned into a sword, the sword finger was like lightning, and the sword energy ejected out was extremely sharp. When the sword finger met, the sound of metal attack suddenly sounded. Sparks burst out, and they were as brilliant as star marks.

"My Feng Absoluteness!"

"My Feng Absoluteness!"

Suddenly, two figures stopped and made moves at the same time.

The magic sword move is forgiven, who is forgiven? The same sword move has different interpretations, one is the Wanlai River, and the other is the crazy and bloody murderous.

"Boom!"

The wave of air flipped in an instant, and then stopped in an instant, and the two figures gathered their swords at the same time.

"Old slave, see the young master." The old farmer made an amazing move and knelt down on one knee.

"No!" Zhang Kaifeng supported the old farmer: "Kaifeng can't bear it."

"I was thinking about it all over my heart. After finally seeing the Demon Sword again in my lifetime, and it was still so outstanding. The revival of the Demon Sword is expected to be, and the sky is considered to be eye-catching." The old farmer's turbid eyes shed tears.

"Kaifeng doesn't know that the old man is still here, so he just came today. Please forgive me for your crime, senior." Zhang Kaifeng said.

"How dare you, the young master, please come in." The old man turned his eyes and saw Yu Xin, saying, "This must be the young lady. I have seen the wife."

"Husband---man." A red glow flashed across Yuxin's face.

"Get in! Madam." A smile flashed across Zhang Kaifeng's face, he held her hand and walked into the hut.
Chapter completed!