The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and Zhang Kaifeng's murderous aura is gradually eliminated, and his whole body is no longer so sharp and attractive, but has become more quiet. He was originally a scholar, and the Confucian aura he developed for many years calmed down quickly. Along the way, Zhang Kaifeng nourished his mind and eliminated his own hostility.

"Come out! What's the point of hiding? I didn't expect you to find me first." Zhang Kaifeng sighed.

"It's worthy of being a magic sword." A cold voice sounded, and then a figure came out from the side of the road: "Let me meet you first show that your life is not very good."

The person who came was covered in cold air, and frost appeared under his feet every step. The identity of the warrior of Yangjiabao was self-evident.

"Are you from Yangjiabao? What a group of annoying flies." Zhang Kaifeng sneered: "You are just villains who can only take advantage of others' danger."

"The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. The world is the prey of the weak, no matter what method he is." Yang Po condensed his energy with both palms and came with murderous aura: "What kind of magic sword? Today, I, Yang Po, will break your magic sword."

"I've been taught!" Zhang Kaifeng held the scabbard in front of him in his left hand.

"You haven't drawn your sword yet? I can still wait for this time." Yang Po was extremely arrogant.

Zhang Kaifeng drew a curve in the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said, "You are not worthy yet!"

"So confident, then die!" Yang Po's afterimage appeared, and his whole palm rushed forward.

Zhang Kaifeng, holding the scabbard, also rushed forward, and with a slash, the scabbards were on the cold palms, their eyes facing each other, and they were full of murderous intent. The figures moved, and their palms flew back to kill again. Zhang Kaifeng's toes slightly, his body rose up, kicked the cold frost palm with his legs, and then dived down and pointed his feet forward, his waist sank, and his head leaned back to avoid the fierce leg strength.

With one palm, Yangpo, covered in cold air, rose up like a dragon in the pool, causing shocking white mist of frost. The palm force was extremely cold and frost. It pounced on Zhang Kaifeng's chest, and raised his inner breath again. Zhang Kaifeng used the force to climb up, and his right palm was poked out at the same time, and a blow against the cold palm. In an instant, the energy swept away, and the plants and trees were broken by force.

The palms were holding the palms and the coldness rushed in. Zhang Kaifeng's internal force had already pushed the cold air out of his body. He used the force to rotate his body and then took the wind and clouds, stirred up the wind and clouds, and sucked the force on the sword. He leaned over and rushed down again, and pulled out the sword's sheath and slashed the person in front of him. In an instant, a condensed but unreleased force fell from the sword. Yang Po looked solemn and retreated sharply. He did not choose to take the sword head-on.

"Bump!" The sword did not hit the person, and a large pit was buried in the ground, and most of the sword body was sank into the ground. Zhang Kaifeng turned the hilt of the sword with his wrist, and contained the light sword, but shot out a sword energy, tearing the ground and heading towards Yang Po who had retreated violently.

When Yang Po saw this, he activated his internal force, and his protective true energy exploded immediately, gathering into a spherical shape to block the attacking sword energy. "Break!" A angrily shouted the gangster's true energy and shook the sword energy.

"My Feng Absoluteness!"

Not caring about the opponent blocking his sword energy, Zhang Kaifeng moaned and used the magic sword move, rushed forward with his bow step, and the sword in Hanguang surged into a cold light. The sky and earth instantly washed away, as if only this brilliant light was left. Blue frost flame appeared on his finger palm, Yang Po bounced on the sword body, shaking the sword edge. However, the sword edge turned sharply, and the swift sword light attacked again.

In the happy world, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were clear and there was no trace of murderous aura on his body. He used Ruyi, who had his sword technique to use Ruyi, and the sword seemed to have become part of him. He swung the sword and shot it. The seemingly light sword move had no killing power. Yang Po's expression gradually became solemn. Every time he received a sword, the power of the sword force transmitted from the sword became a little heavier.

However, Yang Po did have the capital to be proud of himself, and he activated the gangster's inner Yuan. The shop was covered with Han Frost and slapped the sword with a palm, and the frost mist was shrouded. The cold frost contained murderous aura and wanted to freeze him. The feet sank slightly, and the grass and trees around Zhang Kaifeng were instantly stained with white frost.

The rotating sword opened the frost palm and took a few steps back. The energy was born, and his feet were several feet away from the ground, as if they were floating. The kick was blocking the attacking punch. Then the energy penetrated and the sword, shaped like spreading its wings, flying down and hitting, like an eagle and flew across the sky, with strong bones and strong energy.

Faced with Zhang Kaifeng's killing move step by step, Yang Po breathed in his breath and activated his internal force. Frost condensed from his palm, blocking the sword's edge, and the internal force was lifting and opening the tip of the sword. He took the opportunity to slam the sword out, and the spinning sword to protect his body, and the huge energy shocked Zhang Kaifeng.

The spinning palm transformed into Yangpo and took in a deep step. He shook out his palm, and the cold palm swept over. The cold frost palm force swept over the face, but Zhang Kaifeng remained motionless. The spinning sword sprinkled, and the layers of sword shadows broke through the cold frost palm.

"Good sword, but unfortunately it will be broken today." Yang Po saw that the Frost Palm was broken but he had no intention of rushing on it, because a crystal clear sword had already stabbed.

He acted in a state of motion, avoiding the sword edge, and at the same time he poked out his palm and pointed his four fingers inward and upward, brushing his sword body. At the same time, he bumped his back back, trying to crush the person behind him. Zhang Kaifeng pressed his back against his back, wrapping his wrist, and the light sword swirled like the wind, leaving his palm, and dragged it backwards, and the sword edge was wiping towards Yang Po's throat.

How could he be satisfied? Yang Po raised his arm, blocking the sword edge like a striking iron sheet, guarding his own vital points. The frost true energy in his body attacked the person behind him. Even if he couldn't die of freezing, he would be uncomfortable. Zhang Kaifeng frowned and naturally understood the other party's thoughts in an instant. The Han Guangsword in his hand released, and his breath was poured into the sword. With a bent finger, Han Guangsword lied to his hand and slashed forward.

The rotating sword, with its sharp edge, exuding an inch of sword light stabbed Yang Po's eyebrows. The sword light at close range was solid. Even the strong body-protecting true energy could not be broken. If you were thinking, you would give up the way to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and damage yourself. Yang Po's inner Yuan shook, shook the person behind him and the sword in front of him, turned around and slashed out a palm. Haoyuan's palm force directly destroyed the opponent's heart and lost the sword. What's your resistance? Once the swordsman loses the sword, it is equivalent to a false situation.

With a confident palm, the air in this world seemed to condense, without dodging or avoiding it. Zhang Kaifeng in white clothes showed a smile on his lips. Is there a ridiculous scheming? Yang Po was moving forward with his palm, so how could the magic sword die here?

As the Hao Palm was approaching, he suddenly felt a hurricane coming from behind. Although Yang Po was confused, he had to punch behind him. The force of the fist did not fail, but instead collided with the real object. This was the sharpness of the sword. Yang Po was surprised and felt that the power of the sword had not diminished slightly after leaving the master. His fist trembled slightly. He understood that if he killed the person in front of him, if he was careless, the sword behind him would send him to hell in advance, and he would walk faster than the person in front of him.

"drink!"

Angry shouted, and it was different when there was a choice. Yang Po focused on his fist. At the same time, a leg whip that had risen up was swept out. After sweeping away the obstacle of Zhang Kaifeng, he pinched the fist mark. His arms were smashed like a giant axe, and whirlpools burst out from his fist. He was immediately blocked by lightsaber and felt that his power was reduced a lot.

However, when the empty door on his back opened, murderous intent suddenly appeared. Zhang Kaifeng, who pointed to the sword, used his killer move without hesitation, pointed out the qi of the tip of the sword, and attacked the man's back heart. There was a heavy sword in front of him, and a murderous move came to him. The attack from the front and back was faintly connected with the aura on the sword, and the murderous intent suddenly increased.

Yang Po naturally felt that Han Guangsword and Zhang Kaifeng were connected to each other. If he wanted to break the deadlock, he could only cut off this connected aura. In between, his fists were filled with frost, his muscles surged, and his whole body burst out of a thick aura, and he punched the ground.

With a roar, the majestic aura exploded immediately with Yangpo as the center, and the ground cracked. Zhang Kaifeng was knocked away by the surge in aura, and his body was covered with frost. A stream of frost condensed into the body of the sword of the light sword.

However, Zhang Kaifeng's inner body shook, shook the ice frost in front of him, rushed forward and rushed forward with a palm, and slammed the gangster's true energy surging forward. At the same time, his body shook, grabbed Hanguang Sword with his feet in a square radius, and the sword drew something, and a hot breath came out from him.

He punched him in the air with a backhand, and the fist force scattered his palm force. After feeling the aura on Zhang Kaifeng's body surge, he used his unique move without hesitation.

"Sky Frost!" Angry shouted, and the frost from Yang Po's fists became even more intense, and he rushed towards Zhang Kaifeng.

"The Nine Heavens of Demons!"

The violent aura swept away, and Zhang Kaifeng rushed forward quickly. In an instant, his body turned into three, and the light-hiding sword in his hand slashed forward. The first one broke the frost force, and the two successive waves were as fast as lightning, and they were already in Yangpo.

His arms shook his fists one after another, but what surprised him was that Zhang Kaifeng's first two swords were very light. Although Yang Po had never fought with Zhang Kaifeng before, he had heard that his sword skills were extremely domineering, but from the beginning, he broke the first three swords of "Demonic Fengshe" and "Demonic Nine Heavens" and obviously not that domineering. The only possibility is that his injury has not healed yet.

With a angrily shout, Yang Po's fist was so cold that he actually wanted to kill Zhang Kaifeng with one blow. However, Zhang Kaifeng's mouth sneered. The third sword that moved the Nine Heavens was the most terrifying sword, which was the intention left by the first two swords, and the most powerful sword.

As expected, he was destined to die today. The sword force broke through the frost. The sword move of the fight was like a mountain torrent. Yang Po's fist was cut off. In amazement, Yang Po flew backwards and a sword mark appeared in front of him.

"Hmph, my strength is not worse than you in general, but it's a pity that you are too conceited." Zhang Kaifeng withdrew his light sword and sneered.

Blood was spitting out of his mouth. Yang Po knew that he could no longer survive. His internal organs were torn apart by sword force, but he still sneered and said, "What's the use of you defeating me? People in the world will come to kill you."

"I have never done it before, why are they afraid of me when they come? At worst, I can fight with it."

"You are innocent, how many lives do you have if you are enemies of the entire world?"
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