The atmosphere of the Demon God Palace became different because of Ying Wudi's big fuss, and there was a vague feeling of storm coming. A lot of information was sent to the place of the Demon God Kong. As for Zhang Kaifeng, it had disappeared for half a month, and it seemed that such a person had never appeared.

In the valley, the breeze blows on the branches of the tree. The ancient holy monument stands in front of the small thatched cottage. The yellow leaves fall down. When it is about to fall on the person sitting under the tree, it seems to have invisible force to block it, and then fall next to him.

The man under the tree was standing cross-legged on the cushion, but his condition was very strange at this time, as if he had no breathing. However, the peerless Holy Demon Sword placed on his knees had a different situation at this moment. The demonic energy on the long sword was wrapped around the scabbard on half of the sword, and the other half was completely without demonic energy. In a faint flow of clear air.

The human sword is connected, and although the master has not changed much, the sword reflects Zhang Kaifeng's current state at this moment. Mindfulness and demonic thoughts are tug at each other. Once one side wins, it will become the dominant.

The two sets of sword techniques created by Zhang Kaifeng are also very different. One is the magical nature of the sea, and once it explodes, it will be a murderous aura. The other is the pursuit of degree and a more righteous martial art. Therefore, the two sword intents born are portrayed by mindfulness and demonic thoughts. The process is also extremely dangerous. If the two extreme sword techniques cannot coexist peacefully with each other, it will cause the swordsman to become demonic, and even the meridians are broken. What Zhang Kaifeng did at this time is to calm the two sword intents, and the demonic energy and clear energy on the sword are the result of the collision between the sword intent.

Silently, how the sword on the knee will determine everything.

As time goes by, the changes of the peerless Holy Demon Sword are becoming more and more intense. The magic sword intent and the mindful sword intent are conquering each other. The rolling demonic energy is like tentacles with fangs and claws, swallowing and transforming the clear energy and strengthening oneself. The magic sword intent attacking from all sides is fierce and fearless. Even if it is torn apart by the mindful sword intent, it can still exert its dominance power, a wave that is better than another.

The mindful sword intent represented by Qingqi is pure and flawless, without any concessions, and shows extremely strong toughness in the gap. Strands of white sword intent are as big as a hundred, and even if one is shattered, the magic sword intent will be destroyed.

In this way, two completely different sword intents launched a fierce tug-of-war. Sometimes the magic sword intent was strong, pushing the mindful sword intent to a dead end, but the mindful sword intent could always burst out with a strong will in desperate situations, forcing the demonic energy to retreat.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was in a dangerous situation, had no idea that the two old men in the valley were also paying attention to him at all times.

On the cliff in the distance, two old men living in a hut sat opposite each other. In front of them was a game of Go. The black pieces and white characters in the Go were intertwined, and the murderous aura on the shop was like two armies fighting each other. The two old men held chess and played quickly, but they also had a win or defeat. The black and white pieces on the chess box next to the chess board were taken out from time to time and then put them down.

"What do you think of that kid? Will he successfully tame those two sword intents?" The old man in a black robe asked suddenly after putting the black spoil in his hand.

The old man with white robe remained unchanged and followed: "It is rare for two sword intents with different temperaments to appear on one person, and it may not be easy to control them."

"You said that, aren't you optimistic about that boy?" the old man in gray robe smiled.

"I'm optimistic or not, I'll just look at the result." The old man in white robe said angrily, and then added: "It's extremely difficult for two sword wills to coexist. Not to mention taming them, it's still a little bit whether they can accommodate them. If the will is not strong enough, it will only make him perish and nothing will be left. This kid has too much appetite and will only hold himself to death."

The old man in black nodded and then changed his tone: "It makes sense for you to say this. We have observed it for so long, but this kid seems to have not yet condensed his martial arts realm!"

"No." The old man in white robe said without looking back.

"I'm curious, what kind of martial arts he will condense into." The old man in black robe supported his chin and looked at the people at the foot of the mountain with a curious look on his face.

"The swordsman's martial arts realm is nothing more than those fancy things. What's the good thing about it? Besides, if that kid succeeds, the time has come, he has to leave." The old man in white robe did not take his sight back from the chessboard, and suddenly said, "You lose, you will pay for the next month's wine."

The old man in black robe was startled and waved his hand quickly, looking like a child: "You are not careful when you attack me, this game doesn't count, let's have another game."

"Robber." The old man in white robe shook his head helplessly.

"When did you know me?" the old man in black robe smiled.

"Huh!" The old man in white robe seemed to sense something and turned around and looked down at the mountain.

The old man in black robe took advantage of this and held the chess and made a move first, making him happy.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, a month is coming to an end.

The person sitting upright under the tree has a huge change in life. His snow-white head is extremely eye-catching, with a pretty face, his eyes closed tightly, and he is wearing a white dress. There is no strong fluctuation of breath on his body, and his calm breathing is like a plant.

The two sword intents on the peerless Holy Demon Sword were still entangled, but it seemed that the battle was stopped. You and I each took one side, and the river water did not violate the river water, calmed down.

"town!"

Suddenly, Zhang Kaifeng opened his mouth and spoke. The two sword intents on the peerless Holy Demon Sword suddenly felt something strange and twisted wildly, and the sword energy was filled with all the sword energy. Silently, the surrounding plants and trees were carved with sword marks, and the ground was covered with crisscrossing sword marks, and the debris flew.

Waiting for a long time, this moment is extremely rare. How could Zhang Kaifeng let go? His mind turned, and a strong will arise naturally, suppressing these two sword intents. How could the two sword intents that were struggling wildly would surrender and struggle hard. Zhang Kaifeng's clothes were torn to pieces by the sword intent, and his body was even cut, and bright red blood flowed out.

Ignoring the sword marks on his body, Zhang Kaifeng raised his true energy again, and a powerful force suppressed it, blocking the struggle of two sword intents. Perhaps because of the long struggle, the two sword intents became much weaker and slowly suppressed by Zhang Kaifeng. The black demonic energy and clear energy on the sword were slowly defeated, and then all disappeared.

Two sword intents were suppressed, and Zhang Kaifeng's true energy surged, and the Huanxu realm rushed to the Huanxu realm. One end was long without wind, and the black black gradually changed from top to bottom, and it turned white as snow.

"Half done." Zhang Kaifeng's eyes rarely showed a look of joy.

In the past month, in addition to observing the Saint Stele and Enlightenment Sword, he had another way to find a way to make the two sword intents in his body live in peace, but he had no choice but to do it. Fortunately, they had been fighting for a long time and were weak, so that he could successfully suppress them and take them for his own use.

"The next step is to condense your own martial arts realm." After a long time of understanding, although Zhang Kaifeng cannot fully understand the swordsmanship, he still has progress. And the Wuhu martial artist who reconciled the martial arts realm is the beginning of his strength. He must have his own martial arts realm so that he will not suffer any losses when facing the enemy.
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