Zhang Kaifeng walked slowly, dragging the sword in his hand to slide on the snow. The killer suddenly felt that he was afraid and did not dare to look at Zhang Kaifeng's eyes. It was a cold light that made people's souls freeze.

"How is it possible? How could I be scared by the cold eyes of a junior." The killer did not feel angry, which further catalyzed his murderous intent.

"Go to die!" the killer roared and rushed forward.

"Hmph, thank you for your intensification, for letting me completely enter the first level of the Demon Heart Transformation." Zhang Kaifeng rushed up fearlessly.

The killer took out his killer move, and his palm wind was like a tiger coming out of the cage. With one blow, the strong wind swept over like a knife. Zhang Kaifeng swept his sword, like a dragon going out to the sea, showing his true nature of the cold sword in the tumbling.

Late at night, the sword light flashed like lightning. Zhang Kaifeng held the sword and walked smoothly. With the ten strikes of Feng Wu, the sword moves began to change, and the moves became more and more fierce, and the cold light was spitting on the sword.

At this time, Zhang Kaifeng's spiritual platform was waving his sword like the wind, and he was well-founded in advancing and retreating step by step, strictly guarding his empty sect. After practicing for a year, although he had memorized his moves, his practical experience was very limited. Now that he had such an opportunity, he had a broad vision.

"Let you taste the power of my iron smelting hand." The killer had already noticed Zhang Kaifeng's changes. It was the sudden enlightenment that martial arts practitioners dreamed of. Seeing Zhang Kaifeng's sword technique condensed. This is the sword force. Once Zhang Kaifeng's sword force is formed, he cannot suppress it. He knew that he had to break that realm.

He shouted angrily, and his hands moved together. His palms actually showed a slight red air. It was a sign of entering the state of refining essence into qi. It could already be used to turn internal breath into qi and hurt people. However, this person had not yet arrived, but his internal breath cultivation seemed to have reached its peak. Although he could not release and hurt people, his power was also terrible. He could vaguely break through to the realm of refining essence into qi, but this person needed an opportunity.

Zhang Kaifeng's eyes shrank, Feng Wu stepped out with ten strikes and avoided to the side, but when faced with that palm, he did not choose to retreat. He turned his inner breath and slashed away with a sword, and Zhiying's red palm light shining.

"when!"

The fire burst out, and Zhang Kaifeng's long sword was immediately broken in half, and the other palm had already come, and the palm with red light came, and a hot air hit him in the face.

Zhang Kaifeng suddenly felt a hot face, and he didn't dare to be careless immediately. He felt awesome now, and naturally knew that he could not fight against his strengths with his own shortcomings. He immediately used Fengwu's ten strikes and immediately took the sword move. He retreated quickly, and swung the broken sword in his hand, and continued to intersect with the red palm.

Zhang Kaifeng roamed with the phoenix dance ten strikes, his body was like a ghost, no longer concealing his martial arts, fully displayed. The broken sword in his hand kept fighting with the iron smelting hand, Mars continued, and the high temperature of the red palms made the broken sword gap.

"drink!"

Suddenly, the killer shouted angrily, his feet cracked, and the snow flew, and his eyes were covered. When Zhang Kaifeng did not dare to act rashly, a sudden change broke out, and a white steam emerged from the rising snow.

"Not good!" Zhang Kaifeng was surprised.

At this time, a red palm rushed out. Zhang Kaifeng had no time to do any movement, so he could only quickly cross the sword in front of him. At this time, the palms were also slapped.

"when!"

The majestic palm immediately hit the broken sword. In an instant, the broken sword slashed and broke inch by inch. The palm instantly hit Zhang Kaifeng's chest, and Zhang Kaifeng flew backwards like a kite with broken strings.

Blood was spitting out of his mouth, and when he saw the murderous figure rushed over, he immediately abandoned the hilt of the sword in his hand, and a green hilt flew out of his sleeve, and immediately waved the hilt of the sword down.

"Um!"

The killer was surprised that he could not see the sword body, but an inexplicable danger came. He raised his palms without thinking and blocked him, facing Zhang Kaifeng's sword front.

"when!"

Mars flew out, Zhang Kaifeng landed on the ground, and officially pulled out the "Hanguang Sword" of the family sword. The long sword on his palms was invisible, but the killer truly felt the cold sword edge, which made him very shocked.

Under the fire, the sword body of the light-bearing sword in Zhang Kaifeng's hand appeared faintly, with blood stained on it. The killer finally saw the sword that had just been hurt. The sword that appeared faintly made him feel threatened.

"Although I don't see many divine weapons in this world, what exactly is such a strange divine weapon?" The killer's palm trembled, and a blood mark bleeded, and he was injured by Han Guangsai.

"Hehe, this sword appears in this world and will definitely become a famous martial arts world." Zhang Kaifeng sneered. He had never used the Hanguang Sword before, and its purpose was naturally to consume the other party's internal strength. Now the two of them have almost consumed their skills, and now it is time for the divine weapon to show its power.

"Don't you want to say it? I just happen to be missing a powerful magic weapon. It will belong to me after you die." The killer sneered, with a pair of iron gloves on his gloves.

"You think that just such a ragged glove can block my sword."

"Maybe it can't be for a long time, but you're not worried about killing you in a short time."

"You can't do it, now it's time for you to see my sword."

"It's just right to learn about it!"

As soon as the words fell, the killer fisted, and the cold light flashed, and he had already flew out. The sword of Han Guangshao swept out a cold light. The killer with iron gloves flashed cold light, and his hands flew out, and his moves were even more cold. It was simpler than before. This was the killer's way of killing, and his ability was suffocating murderous aura.

However, as the two continued to fight, the killer suddenly discovered that Zhang Kaifeng's sword skills were more breakthrough than before, especially the elusive sword of the light, who strictly guarded his empty gate and could fight back.

At this moment, even the stupidest person knew that Zhang Kaifeng was clearly using him to practice swords. The language that just now stimulated Zhang Kaifeng and made his mood break through. Thinking of this, the killer couldn't help but show a ferocious murderous intent on his face.

As if he noticed the change in the other party's mood, an inexplicable sarcasm suddenly appeared on the corner of Zhang Kaifeng's mouth. If the killer hadn't been eager to succeed, stimulated him to break through to the transformation of the demonic heart and improve his spiritual awareness, how could he have changed like this now?

Seeing Zhang Kaifeng's sarcastic smile, the killer let out a long roar and punched him. He turned his body slightly, and the fierce punch fell into nothing in an instant. Zhang Kaifeng had already stepped out and cut across the killer's throat with a sword.

Leng Feng rushed towards him. The sword seemed to be moving slowly, but the inertia caused by the heavy punch had already disrupted the killer's figure. He followed the fist, but the other fist had no time to take action. He bent down his waist, cut off a strand of his hair, avoided the killing sword, and punched him again.

However, Zhang Kaifeng was carrying his body on his back, as if he was not concerned about the fist attacking behind him. With the sword clenched, one end of the sword hilt disappeared, while the sword body at the other end appeared quietly, and a stabbing sword was stabbed without looking back.

"bite!"

The tip of the sword pierced the boxing gloves, Zhang Kaifeng took the initiative and floated several feet away, gradually floating into the woods, without choosing to fight in an empty place, looking at the killer with his eyes, and the corner of his mouth always kept the smile behind him with the sword behind him.

Seeing that the boxing gloves were not destroyed, the killer was more confident. According to his estimate, even if Zhang Kaifeng held a magic weapon and wanted to break his iron gloves, he would not be able to do it for a while.

"Where can you go!" He raised his fist and chased him. The fist and palm changed in an instant, and the fist and palms exuded strong wind, and some branches and leaves in the woods were broken by the fist and palms.

Zhang Kaifeng held the sword and wandered with a light sword force. The elusive Feng Wu hit ten times, and figures surrounded him without confronting him head-on. He also slashed or slashed his sword, and would not fight in close combat for a while.

The cold wind whistled, like crying and resentment. Zhang Kaifeng set out his sword in the wind, and his mind gradually relaxed. Why should the sword be a killer, why should the martial arts be a killer? After reading the books of sages for many years, he only got one-sided things from the written form.

"My Feng Absoluteness!"

With a low shout, Zhang Kaifeng finally used the sword move of the Demon Sword. His steps were fixed, and the long sword was pierced straight, and the white clothes were swinging, and the white snow that was floating danced with him. The air was cold several times in an instant.

The man was surprised when he heard Zhang Kaifeng shouting. Although he had never seen Zhang Kaifeng's moves and had finally been used, he was not afraid. What kind of peerless skills can a young boy have in this remote opponent? As long as this boy is not running away, he will kill him.

The thoughts were settled, and the Neiyuan raised it again. The iron-smelting hand slapped the powerful fist and palms one after another. The fist and palms that soared into the sky were huge, and they opened their fangs like a flood and beast, and were about to swallow their prey, trying to completely close Zhang Kaifeng's retreat.

When Zhang Kaifeng faced such a powerful move, he felt pressure from all directions. However, Zhang Kaifeng did not think about retreating when he made a move. He moved with the sword. There was no way to retreat when he had a sword move. The long sword walked like a rainbow, and the palm and sword were fighting. The snow in the sky rolled up and completely submerged two figures.

"No, didn't he plan to escape?" The killer woke up and suddenly shrank his fist and planned to kill Zhang Kaifeng with the strongest blow.

Once the force of the fist and palm was closed, the pressure increased instead of reducing. It was a terrible blow, condensed at one point, Zhang Kaifeng was completely inferior to the internal strength, but Zhang Kaifeng felt the flaw of the killer keenly.

After Zhang Kaifeng's long sword collided with the killer's right fist, it actually escaped and flew past the killer, which made the killer look stunned. Suddenly, two words sounded clearly in his ears.

"Fengtan"

When Zhang Kaifeng's body was approaching the mighty fist, he took the lead in stepping out, crossed the killer's body to catch the long sword flying out, and slashed down with the sword, which was less than the eye.

Forced to reverse the true energy, the killer is worthy of being a life-and-death killer. He stopped his body in a flash. The killer turned his body, independent of one foot, turned his body from his fist, and smashed his fist violently towards Zhang Kaifeng's left head.

The powerful and powerful fist blew away Zhang Kaifeng's hair. If it was hit, he had to cut off his left head. The moves of both of them came to the other party's vital places almost at the same time. It was a move that both jade and stone were burning, which would see who was more cruel.

"Everything is burned, haha! You don't have a chance!"

Zhang Kaifeng sneered, his body turned and moved to the side, and when he forced the punch from his back, he flew backwards, the long sword in his hand flew straight out, directly piercing the killer's chest.
Chapter completed!