Standing in front of the gate of the immortal tower, everyone looked at Zhang Kaifeng, and his expression gradually became solemn. He originally thought that this person's strength was not very good, but he dared to take action in Piaomiao Palace, but he relied on the territory of Piaomiao Palace, which made Wu Yu and others afraid of it, so he did not take any action. However, the strength he showed now was different from the past.

Zhang Kaifeng never set out his sword, but his aura became more and more powerful. Although his aura was surging, it was as calm as a lake. Everyone who met him was afraid.

The momentum on his body condensed but did not disperse. Once this force burst out, it would be like a fury wave of the sea. Zhang Kaifeng did not draw his sword, but fought at speed. Those who could kill with one blow would not waste time.

"Young Master asked me to meet him." A man stood beside Yang Feihong and asked.

"Go! Be sure to kill him." Yang Feihong said coldly.

The man left the fairy tower and walked opposite him. A man next to Wu Yu also followed him and headed towards Zhang Kaifeng and the others.

He was very brave, and Zhang Kaifeng noticed it, but he had no intention of stopping. Both of them came to kill him with murderous intent.

One person's breath was as cold as frost, and the other person's breath was as hot as fire. It was the people from Ziyangmen and Yangjiabao. Their aura was too obvious. Zhang Kaifeng is now wearing a human skin mask. Yang Feihong and Wu Yu asked someone to come and kill him after the conflict between Zhang Kaifeng against them a few days ago.

"kill!"

The two of them rushed over one after another, one fist condensed with frost, and one with red light on his palm, and murderous aura was full of murderous aura. However, Zhang Kaifeng's spiritual sense was very sharp. He was holding the ancient scabbard in one hand and greeted the enemy with one arm. The man from Yangjiabao obviously caused greater murderous intent to Zhang Kaifeng's conceit. The fist tightened and his waist twisted like a rope, and then rushed out. The converging fist was even more dangerous. Zhang Kaifeng raised his inner energy again, and in an instant he raised three inner breaths, and hit his one arm straight.

There was no earth-shaking sound when he got on the fist. Without the cold breath, the tiles under Zhang Kaifeng's feet shattered behind him. He heard a fiery murderous intent behind him. His feet did not leave the tiles. Then his body leaned back, grasped the fist as cold as ice and dragged it back, and took the warrior from Yangjiabao to the head and sucked at the person behind him. The warrior from Yangjiabao was surprised that he could not break free. The young man who seemed to be thinner than him lost in strength.

The palm of the warrior of Ziyang Sect had to be put away because when he lost his target, to be precise, he was blocked by the warrior of Yangjiabao.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was like a tumbler, held his sword sheath on the tiles, turned around and hit him with a heavy palm, accurately slapped the back of the Yangjiabao warrior, and instantly shot out his fingertips one after another. The man fell to the ground and attacked his body again when he hit him. He immediately rushed forward. Seeing this, the warrior from Ziyang Gate took action to resist the body that was hit.

"Not good!" The Yangjiabao warrior was shocked and felt that Zhang Kaifeng's palm was hidden, but he could not remind him.

Unexpectedly!

When he resisted the warrior from Yangjiabao, he found that the man had not suffered much damage at all. The impact of his power was not so heavy, and he could easily stop him. Logically, Zhang Kaifeng could not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At the moment of surprise, the man's expression changed drastically. A force rushed out of the warrior from Yangjiabao, and the force was guided into his whole body along his palm. The man suddenly flew backwards like a broken kite.

Fighting a cow across the mountain is not used much in the world. It is nothing more. It is too difficult to master this move. It requires strong internal strength to support it. The compression of true energy that night made Zhang Kaifeng’s internal strength pure than imagined. The force that rushed out of the Yangjiabao warrior directly attacked, which was the power of Zhang Kaifeng’s previous full-strength palm.

It was too close, and the frontal attack force hit the man with no defense, and his chest collapsed instantly, vomiting blood, falling from the roof, and he could no longer survive.

"hateful!"

The warriors in Yangjiabao were shocked and also surprised that Zhang Kaifeng's methods were too strange. He was so skillful in using such an outdated move as fighting cattle across the mountain, and he had to be amazed at the talent of this person. At the same time, he felt regret in his heart. Why did Yang Feihong face such a person? But since he met, he would kill him all.

The energy of the whole body increased, and when he turned around, he was filled with frost, and he did not expect to kill the other party. After all, this young man has not drawn his sword yet, which is enough to prove his confidence.

With the power of his strength, the only martial arts of Yangjiabao was at the cost of life. As soon as the Frost Cloud of Yangjiabao came out, cold frost spread out. As if in the cold winter, frost suddenly condensed on the roof. This was the practice of exchanging death for injury. Seeing this, Zhang Kaifeng stood firm and looked calm. The scabbard held in his hand swung, and finally held the sword hilt on the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled out the sword hidden in the scabbard.

In an instant, the light flashed, and the warrior's aura in Yangjiabao surged like a torrent. With his arms raised, a powerful force came over. Zhang Kaifeng was swaying in the river like a small boat. The tiles behind him were washed away, frozen by frost in the air and then shattered, and frost condensed on his sword.

With the sword tip swing, Zhang Kaifeng restrained his energy and condensed without firing, making himself like a stubborn stone, and he thrust out sharply. Han Frost's fingers were like a protective iron tool, pressing step by step.

The palm pressed towards Zhang Kaifeng, like Mount Tai pressing the top, the roof was crushed by this energy. Zhang Kaifeng immediately raised his inner breath again, used his sword to make the qi, transformed the qi into three or three, and swung his sword to block it to deal with it.

Given the power of life, the power of the Death Soldier in Yangjiabao skyrocketed, and his vague power actually climbed to the top, like a palm of a crazy wave, and the front was smashed down. The frost hit his face. Zhang Kaifeng turned like a swinging swallow, constantly retreating, and the sword shadow was scattered quickly, removing the fierce palm force with extremely fast sword speed.

The advantage was already obtained. The Yangjiabao Dead Soldier took the opportunity to rush forward, and his fierce palm was slashing. Facing the fierce palm force, Zhang Kaifeng's hand holding the sword suddenly let go, and a fingertip, the long sword rotated suddenly, and strands of sword energy lingered. Facing the palm force, the long sword slashed around the arm like a giant python. The Dead Soldier raised his arms, and the power of frost immediately made the Hanguang Sword fly backwards.

"Demonic Fighting!" Zhang Kaifeng whispered in a low voice holding the Han Guangsword.

The expression was solemn, and a resolute and cold murderous intent spread out with the sword drawn out of the sword. The decision, determination, and the determination to kill life and death are the true meaning of the magic sword Tao.

Without dodging, Zhang Kaifeng held the sword in both hands, and the sword edge flashed with a terrifying cold light. When he met the palms, a harsh sound rang out. Zhang Kaifeng's feet made two scratches on the roof, and the Yangjiabao dead soldier flew backwards and knocked away the eaves.

"How is that possible!"

"What kind of sword technique is this!"
Chapter completed!