The sound of killing stirred the four fields, and four figures echoed and fought in the wilderness. After experiencing a bloodthirsty battle with Zhang Kaifeng's situation was no longer so passive. Han Guangsword's moves were domineering and sharp, and the magic sword's sword moves rushed out, and one person was against three people alone, without any disadvantage.

"Is this the bloodthirsty thing possible?" Zhang Kaifeng sneered during the You Zhan.

Three people held the Blood Dripping Sword, one of them slew up and waved the sword to kill, and his voice was always cold: "Frog in the well."

The sword shook, and the sword energy was shook, and three sword energy headed towards the three bloodthirsty killers. The bloody sword slashed forward from the hands of the three bloodthirsty killers. The iron sword broke through the sword energy, and three figures jumped over, and three sword lights pointed at Zhang Kaifeng's three vital points.

He jumped into the air to avoid the sword light, and the three bloodthirsty killers also jumped up at the same time, swung their swords and slashed. Four figures swung their swords in the air to fight. Zhang Kaifeng became more and more calm, and every sword he swung was extremely accurate. Mars burst out, and the cold light was like a meteor passing through the border.

"bump!"

"bump!"

Four figures fell from the air, with a strong murderous aura that could not be dissolved. These three bloodthirsty killers had strong martial arts skills, and their assassination methods were even better than those two last time, and their skills were deeper.

It cannot be spent here, Zhang Kaifeng's mind has been circulating. Those big men in the world don't give him much time. If he does not arrive as agreed, he will definitely think that he is guilty and the pursuit order will continue.

"brush!"

The afterimage flashed, and Zhang Kaifeng did not choose to fight, and used his light skills to rush out into the distance.

"Stop him!" The three bloodthirsty killers were shocked.

The four Changshan four sons who were watching the game felt a breeze blowing by. Zhang Kaifeng's figure had already arrived in front of them, and they were sweating all over. If Zhang Kaifeng took action, they would definitely not be able to stop it, but unexpectedly, he did not take action.

When Zhang Kaifeng passed by the thin man, his mouth moved and showed a confusing smile, which made Chang Shan's four sons puzzled, but in a blink of an eye, his figure had already appeared outside.

The three figures behind him were chasing him reluctantly, all looking at Zhang Kaifeng in front of him. At this moment, a scream sounded, shocking the people of the Four Sons of Changshan. The thin man suddenly took a knife and cut a bloodthirsty killer's back with a deep bone-showing sword. If the bloodthirsty killer hadn't reacted too quickly, this knife would have been enough to cut off his head.

"Third brother, what are you doing!" The boss of the fourth son of Changshan was furious. How could he give him a knife? This is a person who provoked the existence of the God of Killing, which is like seeking death. Maybe his sect will be hit by a catastrophe.

"brush!"

Just when everyone was shocked, Zhang Kaifeng moved, Feng Wu Liuhuan was used, Han Guangshao broke through the void, and stabbed the wounded bloodthirsty with one sword.

"Looking for death!" A bloodthirsty man slashed over with a sword.

Zhang Kaifeng's body suddenly dissipated, and a bloodthirsty sword fell into nothing, and Zhang Kaifeng's sword stabbed.

"How can you get your wish!" The bloodthirsty killer's eyes were full of cold light. He didn't avoid or dodge. The long sword in his hand slashed over, and he fought for his life to fight for his life.

"Can you do it?" Zhang Kaifeng sneered: "Mo Fengjue!"

Mo Fengjue's decisive murderous intent was shocked. The cold murderous intent was not weaker than the bloodthirsty murderous intent. A sword full of murderous intent was as powerful as a thousand pounds. It directly cut off the killer's long sword, and the sword took the bloodthirsty killer.

"Where can you go!" Seeing that Zhang Kaifeng was about to escape again, the remaining two bloodthirsty killers were furious.

"Stop them!" Zhang Kaifeng shouted softly, and the thin man drew his sword and slashed out his sword energy and headed towards the two bloodthirsty people.

"Destroy you!" The two bloodthirsty people were furious.

The four sons of Changshan changed their expressions, and their original intentions were forced to change: "Kill them, otherwise we will not be able to survive!"

The fourth son of Changshan was forced to fight, and Zhang Kaifeng took advantage of the chaos to escape and ran away without looking back, regardless of whether the fourth son of Changshan could resist bloodthirsty. However, he had experienced the power of bloodthirsty and probably could not stop it. He soon disappeared into the wilderness and his figure completely disappeared.

Zhang Kaifeng ran quickly on the wilderness. He did not follow the original route, but changed the route. Since his whereabouts were exposed, someone must have ambushed in the road ahead.

Suddenly, a cold murderous aura rushed out, and a figure fell from the sky, causing Zhang Kaifeng to stop quickly. The person who came showed his true face. The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a brocade and jade robe, dressed in an extremely luxurious manner, and obviously had an extraordinary origin.

"Why did you block the road for no reason?" Zhang Kaifeng's expression tightened, but his tone was much more respectful: "May I ask about the name of Gao, the senior."

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his breath was extremely thick, obviously a powerful man who refines Qi and transforms into gods. He stared at Zhang Kaifeng. The spiritual oppression of this difference in realm makes people feel difficult to suffocate. This is the so-called martial will, and he has refined the will that belongs to his own.

The so-called martial arts will is actually the will condensed by the spirit of the people who practice martial arts, such as boxing intention, knife intention, sword intention, etc. Even if Zhang Kaifeng is brave and diligent, he is still on the edge now, and sword intention is just the superficial.

Just as he was about to leave, a strong murderous intent rushed over, and Zhang Kaifeng's expression changed and he had to stop. The middle-aged man said coldly: "Did I say you can leave?"

"What does senior mean?" Zhang Kaifeng was angry, but did not show it on his face.

"From staying away from Murong Qingxue in the future, she is not worthy of a country boy like you." The middle-aged man said coldly.

Zhang Kaifeng suddenly realized that this person was from the Murong family, but not many people knew that he had a relationship with Murong Qingxue. Murong Shangbei was one of them. As he expected, this person must have a relationship with Murong Shangbei.

The middle-aged man's next words indeed proved what Zhang Kaifeng thought. The man said, "Murong Qingxue will definitely marry my nephew Shangbei in the future. I, Murong Feng, came here today to tell you and put away your thoughts."

"I understand the difference in identity, so I will naturally not think about it." Zhang Kaifeng responded: "I can leave!"

"Of course, but you have to keep the sword."

Zhang Kaifeng's face changed and he said, "This sword is a family tradition. Please redeem me for your retribution."

"Then you are determined to be enemies of the Murong family!" Murong Feng's face darkened: "Leave the sword, otherwise you will die!"

"It seems that senior is fake to take a sword, but the real life that I want is real." Zhang Kaifeng said angrily.

"I dare to bargain with just ants. Today I will teach you a lesson as a junior!" Murong Feng said.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, so I'll rely on my seniority." Zhang Kaifeng was also angry.

"Bold!" Murong Feng was furious.

"Kill!" He shouted angrily, and Zhang Kaifeng drew his sword and took the lead in taking action.

With one hand facing the sword, Murong Feng's internal force exploded, shaking Zhang Kaifeng's light-bearing sword, broke in with one arm, and rushed in with his palm force, blinked in, and jumped back, Zhang Kaifeng swung a sword light.

He grabbed the sword energy with one palm and squeezed it out, and the speed of swaying the fist was extremely fast. Zhang Kaifeng's retreat speed was not as fast as Murong Feng's punch. The Hanguang Sword's sword body that blocked his body appeared in a clear arc.

Murong Feng's fist shook slightly, and Zhang Kaifeng flew backwards like a cannonball out of the borehole. The fist power burst out from the Han Guangsword and rushed into his body. His internal organs were stirring, making his face pale.

The fist came back as soon as it landed. The fist wind teared the air and made a whistling sound. Zhang Kaifeng adjusted his mind and concentrated infusion. This time he avoided the fist, and his waist sank out the Hanguang Sword and stabbed Murong Feng's chest. Surprised or understood, Murong Feng's expression remained unchanged. When the tip of the sword was about to pierce his clothes, his figure suddenly retreated. At this time, a sword light shot out from the tip of the Hanguang Sword.

A roar sounded, and rolling true energy appeared around Murong Feng's body. The true energy crushed the sword light into nothingness like an explosion of air waves. Zhang Kaifeng was also hit by this air wave, and his body retreated again and again.

Before Zhang Kaifeng could rest, Murong Feng launched an attack again. A thick aura came overwhelmed with his fist. His fist was still simple and unpretentious. However, Zhang Kaifeng was already a great enemy, and Han Guangsword had to resist head-on. This fist, combined with Murong Feng's aura, completely blocked his way of attacking, forcing him to face the enemy head-on.

He didn't dare to distract every sword. However, just as Murong Feng shook Zhang Kaifeng with a punch, his pupils shrank while he was still breathing, and a huge fist appeared above his head. The breath on his fist surged, making his body sink obviously.

"Hmph! Is this the case with the magic sword?" Murong Feng sneered, and his fist continued to press down.
Chapter completed!