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    Zhan Feipeng raised his brows slightly, changed his sword from stabbing to sweeping, and moved horizontally across Shen's neck.  The cold sword light was close to Shen Cong's head, and the sharp energy drew a bloody line on his neck.  Zhan Feipeng wanted to take a step further, but the sword was tightly clamped between two fingers. No matter how hard Zhan Feipeng tried, he could not move the sword even half an inch.  Shen Cong's fingers were bleeding continuously from being stabbed by the sword's light, and sometimes he could even see the bones behind the flesh and blood, but there was nothing strange about Shen Cong's face, as if the fingers no longer belonged to him, but to someone else.  .  "Seventh level physique!" Zhan Feipeng looked at Shen Cong and said through gritted teeth.  To be able to overpower him in such an environment, only a seventh-level physique can do it.  Changes in the world have made it difficult to achieve physical fitness. Even the demon clan who relied on body refining as a way out changed their practice method thousands of years ago. From the initial focus on physical training, to the dual cultivation of true essence and body, now it is mainly true essence.  , supplemented by physical fitness. ?????????????????????????????????????? If it were not for the fact that the demon race does have an advantage that is unmatched by other races in physical cultivation, and the space in which they live is not conducive to the cultivation of true energy, I am afraid that even the physical cultivation will be abolished.  At this moment, Zhan Feipeng did not expect to see a seventh-level body in a human race, a mere seventh-level practitioner. This physical power was only possessed by the ninth-level Apocalypse.  As a ninth-level Apocalypse warrior, Zhan Feipeng should have a seventh-level physique to be considered normal.  Even if the physical body is not tempered normally, after the realm is broken through, under the infusion of the laws of heaven and earth, the physical body will gradually become tougher.  But Zhan Feipeng didn't, because of the way of swordsmanship, Zhan Feipeng gave up everything else and invested everything he could use in the way of swordsmanship.  It is precisely because of this that Zhan Feipeng's sword intent is so terrifying.  Sacrifice physical advantages in exchange for greater strength in other aspects.  In Zhan Feipeng's view, the way of physique has long been in decline. Even the most stupid demon clan knows how to make changes in this aspect. It is obvious that physique has no future.  In this case, whether the body is at the sixth level or the seventh level does not have much impact at all.  If you are really hit by a strong person of the same level, no matter if your body is at level 7 or 6, everything that should be damaged will be damaged.  It is better to add this power of transforming the body to the way of the sword.  Undoubtedly, there is no problem with Zhan Feipeng's concept in most cases, and Zhan Feipeng has indeed done a good job.  He is not any weaker than any Apocalypse strongman of the same level, and even because of his sharp swordsmanship, there are very few who can compare with Zhan Feipeng in terms of attack.  But now, things seem to be a little different.  Zhan Feipeng looked at Shen Cong, flicked his right hand slightly, and the sword in his hand suddenly spun, and endless sharp energy came out.  Shen let go of his right hand and turned into a phantom. All the sword energy was caught in his hand and crushed into pieces, but Zhan Feipeng also took advantage of this opportunity and took a few steps back.  Everyone looked at Shen Cong in surprise. Zhan Feipeng, who had been so proud with his sword before, was actually forced back by Shen Cong.  Although the two of them only exchanged one move, an expert can often tell a lot from just one move.  They didn't know if Shen Cong could defeat Zhan Feipeng, but at least Shen Cong was not at a disadvantage, and that was enough.  If no one can stop Zhan Feipeng, then Zhan Feipeng¡¯s sword will be enough to kill them all. The so-called escape will become a luxury, and now, hope is in front of us.  Shen Cong took a few steps forward and punched Zhan Feipeng.  Zhan Feipeng frowned slightly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and stabbed at the center axis of Shen Cong's arm.  That was the weak point of Shen Cong's attack. Zhan Feipeng looked at Shen Cong's attack with the eyes of the ninth-level apocalypse, so naturally there were too many flaws.  Shen Cong had no expression on his face and ignored Zhan Feipeng's attack. Only the muscles and bones in his whole body were shaking. The next moment, blood suddenly appeared, and Zhan Feipeng's sword pierced Shen Cong's arm without any hindrance.  The Qi cut Shen Cong's arm into a bloody mess.  This result made Zhan Feipeng stunned. He had thought that Shen Cong would change his moves and use various methods to counterattack, but he never expected that his attack would hit Shen Cong so smoothly.  After understanding that Shen Cong had a seventh-level physique, Zhan Feipeng's attitude towards Shen Cong had changed.  When the one-yuan magic circle was reversed and the true essence could not be used, Shen Cong was already qualified to be on an equal footing with him, and the battle between the two was on the same level. Therefore, Zhan Feipeng thought about the outcome of the battle, but he absolutely did not  I didn't expect the attack to go so smoothly.  Yes, it went very smoothly!  Not only Zhan Feipeng, but also Huang Jiasong and others. They wanted to besiege with Shen Cong, but they immediately saw such a scene, which made their encirclement force stop.  The next moment, Zhan Fei Peng suddenly realized that something was wrong. Shen Cong's attack still did not stop and continued, causing the long sword to penetrate the flesh forcefully. Shen Cong's arm continued to strike at a strange angle.  Zhan Feipeng was slightly startled. Various thoughts ran through his mind, but his hands did not pause at all.I was stunned before I went to the toilet, and the movements of my hands did not slow down at all.  The state of mind of the ninth-level Apocalypse, ordinary emotions cannot affect the rhythm and judgment of the battle at all.  Zhan Feipeng wanted to cut off Shen Cong's arm directly. The power of the eighth-level spiritual weapon was reduced because it had no true energy, but it was not something that the seventh-level physique could stop.  Zhan Feipeng wanted to see how Shen Cong could attack without arms.  "Hi!" Blood splashed several meters high, and the smell of blood filled the air. Half of his arms jumped up and were shattered by the sword energy.  A drop of blood sprinkled on Shen Cong's eyes. Shen Cong's brows moved slightly, but that was all. Shen Cong waved half of his arm and continued to hit Zhan Feipeng. The arm turned into blood foam in mid-air, as if  Not like Shen Cong.  Crazy, cruel.  Not to be cruel to your enemies, but to be cruel to yourself.  Shen Cong's eyes turned red at some point, and as his arm was cut in half, Shen Cong's offensive became more fierce.  "Bang!" With a muffled sound, Shen Cong's elbow hit Zhan Feipeng hard on the cheek.  Not with fists, but with a severed arm attack.  Perhaps because of excessive force, or because the sword energy was not exhausted, blood and flesh flew everywhere at the broken elbow, exposing the deep white bones in the middle.  Zhan Feipeng raised his figure slightly backward, with a hint of disbelief on his face.  Zhan Feipeng felt something strange, but he misjudged all of Shen Cong's attack intentions, and in the end it was too late to change his moves.  The entire head seemed a little confused due to the attack. Zhan Feipeng wanted to wake up, and his sword intent continued to agitate, but he still couldn't stop his body from flying backwards.  Maybe it only takes one breath, or even half a breath, to restore Feipeng to his original state.  However, Shen Cong would never give Zhan Feipeng this time, because Shen Cong wanted Zhan Feipeng to die!  Shen stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his entire right leg continued to expand and compress, and finally exploded.  The dignified seventh-level body actually exploded due to excessive exertion. One can only imagine how much strength was used.  Shen Cong disappeared from the spot instantly and appeared in front of Zhan Feipeng as if teleporting. His intact left hand struck Zhan Feipeng's face crazily.  Still at the same position where he attacked just now, Zhan Feipeng wanted to raise his sword to block, but the sea of ??souls made this move difficult. Zhan Feipeng could only watch helplessly as Shen Cong's fist fell on his face, and what followed was  Just severe pain and an even more dizzy head.  Zhan Feipeng could hardly see everything in front of him. Although the sword's vibrations made the drowsiness continue to improve, Zhan Feipeng knew that it was too late because he could clearly see the endless hatred in Shen Cong's eyes.  ¡°Bang bang bang¡­¡± As if crazy, Shen turned into a phantom from his left hand and kept hitting Zhan Feipeng in the face.  Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and in the end Shen Cong no longer knew whether it was his own flesh and blood or the injury of Zhan Feipeng.  His right arm was intact at some point, and Shen opened his arms and kept hitting Zhan Feipeng's body.  In less than a breath of time, Shen Cong punched Zhan Feipeng all over his body one after another, not giving Zhan Feipeng any chance to breathe.  "Boom!" The entire corridor suddenly shook, and Zhan Feipeng's body hit the ground hard. This sound also woke up the others.  Many people began to cheer. They may not have seen clearly what happened, but it was obvious that Shen had the upper hand from now on. As long as this was enough, that was enough.  But the faces of Huang Jiasong and others suddenly turned dark, not for any other reason but because of being attacked so many times by Shen Cong. Zhan Feipeng, who was supposed to die, was still lying there well at this moment.  Although he was unable to fight back, Zhan Feipeng's aura did not weaken at all.  Yes, compared with before, Zhan Feipeng was not weak, not on the verge of death, and even his aura was not much lowered. Shen Cong's seemingly powerful and heavy attack seemed to be just an illusion.  "I knew it was useless." Zhou Fang muttered to himself.  The one-yuan magic circle was reversed, so that everyone here could only use very few real yuan.  This pitiful amount of real energy has almost no effect at all, at least they cannot use many moves.  But it cannot be denied that no matter how little the true essence is, it is still true essence, and the true essence does not disappear, but is suppressed in the body.  Zhan Feipeng was constantly attacked, but the true energy in his body was also constantly repairing Zhan Feipeng's injuries.  To put it simply, Shen Cong's attack was only a flesh wound at most, and Zhan Feipeng was protected by his own sword. It was simply impossible for Zhan Feipeng to die so easily.  In fact, they should have thought of this, but their desire to survive made them subconsciously ignore it until everything in front of them ruthlessly defeated their thoughts.  Apocalypse is inherently difficult to destroy. Only the same level of power is possible. Undoubtedly, Shen Cong lacks this. He can suppress it, but cannot defeat it, let alone kill it.  "Ha" Zhan Feipeng seemed to have discovered this and laughed loudly.  His face has long been completely changed,But this did not prevent Zhan Feipeng from laughing.  At this moment, it seems that he was beaten badly, but it doesn't have much real meaning. However, it is undoubtedly a big problem that Shen Cong can persist in such a high-intensity attack.  And Zhan Feipeng¡¯s own transparent sword intention is also constantly oscillating, adapting to the situation at hand. As long as there is a moment, Zhan Feipeng will not be so helpless to fight back.  And as long as Zhan Fei Pengkong takes action, Shen Cong's advantage that he had gained by relying on surprise will disappear, and when the time comes, the moment will come for everyone to die.  No one is cheering anymore because they also know the real situation.  Turn around and leave immediately, taking advantage of Shen Cong to hold Zhan Feipeng back?  Although this idea is good, in the end it just allows him to live a little longer. Zhan Feipeng will definitely kill them before they escape.  But if you don¡¯t run away, what¡¯s the use of staying here.  They can't participate in such a battle. Shen Cong's attacks like this can't hurt Zhan Feipeng. It's even more impossible for them to go up. On the contrary, it will add chaos and die faster.  If you leave, you will die, if you don¡¯t leave, you will die.  What a cruel choice this is. Some people are already unstable. They keep hoping, disappointed, and hoping again.  No one could bear it anymore. Finally, someone turned around and ran away, running crazily in the other direction of the corridor.  If this is death, they would rather take a chance.
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