The sword was swung horizontally, and the rotating body led the sword in his hand to make the sword speed faster. The power increased by a huge amount in an instant. The howling sword sound was like a big wave hitting the shore, unstoppable.

The sword slashed into the tornado wind in a rapid posture, and sparks suddenly splashed everywhere. Although the expected sword rushed in at first, the power on the sword soon weakened and the speed became weaker. However, there was no impatience on the face of the sword, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and the sword blade still cut inch by inch. The tornado wind was also defeated by the brute force in the sword and slowly subsided.

However, the remaining power on the sword will eventually be exhausted, and the sword edge that did not slowly move suddenly stopped. Ying Wudi immediately sensed the rushing sword force just now dissipated, like the sword wind rushing against the dragon, plowed a trench in this place, but most of it was defeated by the sword just now, but at this moment the force surged. Ying Wudi stepped on the ground with his feet, twisted his body, and added another hand from holding the knife with one hand, and his strength suddenly increased. He suddenly split the long sword blocking the front, but the person who drew the sword was not slow in his hands, and then he continued to increase his strength and launched layers of sword lights.

At this time, the Demon God Slash changes again, and the straight stab turns into a more fierce slashing force, and can find a gap in the dense sword net. The monster sword force is fast, and the sword path is even more strange. The sword sword is dangerous. Zhang Kaifeng's head, eyes, chest, abdomen and waist are all objects of black sword's aggressiveness, and he culled like a wolf.

The sword wind is cold, and the murderous aura is even stronger at night.

Zhang Kaifeng, who moved left and right, avoided the deadly swords and watched coldly, like an outsider, but the sword in his hand could activate the deadly sword force.

This action finally made Ying Wudi, who was always happy and angry, who was blown away by the wind, feel a little angry. The other party seemed to fight him, but in fact he looked dazed and did not really seriously draw the sword. Otherwise, according to his estimate, once Zhang Kaifeng of the Demon Sword became serious, the pressure he was under now would not be like this, and he had never felt the existence of pressure.

"The demon god destroys the immortal!"

As soon as the sword force changed, Ying Wudi immediately turned the sword and came out again. The murderous intent was violent. The black sword was like a torrent, shattering the sword net. The dazzling sword light dissipated, revealing the man's figure. The clouds that covered the mountain were blown away by the mountain wind, revealing his true appearance. The sword force was no longer hindered, and the sword was like a tiger, and the tiger went down the mountain.

The sword force is like a mountain torrent pouring down, one level is better than the other. The sword is like an angry dragon turning over the river, one foot and one seal, the intention is crazy and excited, the invincible roars, and the skill climbs up unconsciously. In an instant, the sword energy is like a wave, one wave is higher than the other, and the sword energy is rolling in an instant.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was in the wild wave of sword energy, suddenly restrained his eyebrows, and then returned to the sword. The peerless holy demon sword swung and slashed. The sword force collapsed and the sword energy was one after another. He stopped retreating. After shattering the sword energy, he stepped forward.

The sword was swung casually, but the power of the long sword in his hand was like a thousand pounds. The sword energy that followed had disintegrated silently when it touched the sword edge. The powerful internal force penetrated into the body, and the sword intention seemed to appear, shattering the remaining power of the sword energy that was approaching.

Fierce battles were in full swing in front of the hut, and two people were watching the battle in the other place.

"I'm going to lose." The demon god Kong sighed.

"The Palace Master also saw it." Old Di nodded.

"The blood of the demon god flows in our bodies. If we can activate the combat power and skills, it will increase greatly, but people will also fall into inexplicable madness. The higher the skill, the easier it is to stimulate the bloodline. But in contrast, the more likely the madness contained in the blood is to be stimulated. If we cannot stay awake, we will only end up losing." The evil god Kong's eyes revealed a little helplessness.

Just as the two of them were talking, their long black hair with red eyes gradually turned red, and their faces showed unprecedented madness. The sword energy suddenly stopped, and the whole person flew across the ground, and the black sword slashed the person walking in the wave of sword energy.

Ying Wudi, whose appearance changed drastically, naturally made Zhang Kaifeng realize that he did not take it, and he avoided it sideways. The black sword fell to nothing, but the majestic sword force erupted like a mountain torrent, blasting several feet of gullies here.

"Has your skills increased sharply?" Zhang Kaifeng was surprised, but the sword in his hand was not idle. The sword edge that slashed out slashed towards the back of Ying Wudi's head.

The sharp sword energy made Ying Wudi stand upside down all his hair. His body was in a strange posture. He could actually twist it, drag a black knife to block the sword, and split the sword edge. He let out a low roar, and a heavy palm wind swept over, accompanied by a fierce knife.

Zhang Kaifeng, who had pulled out, didn't know Ying Wudi's condition, but he could not retreat again, because there was a thatched cottage behind him. If he retreated, he would mean that the cottage would be destroyed. He immediately turned around and swung the sword, with the peerless Holy Demon Sword in front of him, pressing the end of the sword with one palm, and the tip of the sword was facing down.

The sword pressed into the ground, the rolling inner Yuan poured into the sword, and a light shouted: "Sword~Demon Flame."

With a gentle spit, the demonic energy surged out, turning into a muddy sword energy and moving forward, crushing the stone in front of the cottage, wave after wave, sweeping forward, and the sword energy and palm wind were smashed in an instant. Then several sword energy hit Ying Wudi, first defeating the latter's protective energy, and then the huge sword energy blocked his footsteps, bounced his fingertips, and the sword energy penetrated the wind and broke into the acupoints around him, suppressing his violent true energy. The redness in Ying Wudi's eyes slowly faded away, his body fell down, and he fell asleep.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for showing mercy." Yao Shenkong appeared and hugged Ying Wudi who was about to fall.

Zhang Kaifeng shook his head and said, "I'm going to rest, it's light."

After saying that, Zhang Kaifeng turned around and went back to the room, closed the door, and after extinguishing the candlelight, no movement came out.

...

The next day.

A valley is surrounded by low mountain buns, but it is full of strange flowers and plants. It is summer and the climate on the grassland is the hottest season, and the temperature reaches about 30 degrees. Fortunately, there are many trees planted here and there are much shade.

Two figures walked side by side on the path, walking under the shade of the trees. The two slender figures looked like there was no distinction between primary and secondary. The two talked happily. The demon god Kong, wearing a purple robe, was too handsome and had the cultivation of a top-grade sect. When talking to Zhang Kaifeng, he did not have a condescending attitude, but did not lose his identity as a master. On the other hand, although Zhang Kaifeng was a guest, he was not frightened, and his demeanor was calm and elegant. He was not as good as a teacher walking in the countryside, and his conversation was not lost.

The two walked along the path. Although they were not fast, they slowly walked to the end of the path. There was no magnificent scenery as Zhang Kaifeng imagined. A simple thatched cottage stood in front of them. In front of the thatched cottage was a stone tablet several meters high, standing quietly there with the thatched cottage. Although the construction of the thatched cottage was built of precious wood, it had left traces of vicissitudes after wind and rain.
Chapter completed!