Thunder Corpse

Zhan Feipeng frowned slightly, changed the long sword from stabbing to sweeping, and moved horizontally towards Shen Cong's neck.The cold sword light pressed against Shen Cong's head, and the sharp air drew a line of blood on his neck.Zhan Feipeng wanted to go further, but the long sword was firmly clamped between two fingers. Ren Zhan Feipeng tried his best, but he couldn't move the long sword halfway.

Shen Cong's fingers were continuously dripping blood from being pierced by the long sword, and sometimes he could even see the bones behind the flesh and blood, but there was nothing strange on 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, gritted his teeth word by word.To be able to overwhelm him, in such an environment, only a seventh-order physique can be achieved.The world has changed, and it is difficult to achieve physical fitness. Even the monster race that uses body training as a way out has changed the way of cultivation ten thousand years ago. From the initial specialization in physical fitness, to the later dual cultivation of true essence and body, now it is more true essence. , supplemented by physical fitness.

If it weren't for the Yaozu's physical strength, which is incomparable to other races, and the space they live in is not smooth for the cultivation of true essence, I'm afraid even the physical strength will be abolished.But at this moment, Zhan Feipeng did not expect to see a seventh-level physique in a human race, a mere seventh-level practitioner, this physical strength that only ninth-level Tianqi possessed.

As a ninth-level apocalypse powerhouse, Zhan Feipeng should have a seventh-level physique to be considered normal.Even if you don't usually temper your physical body, after the realm breakthrough, under the infusion of the laws of heaven and earth, the physical body will gradually become tougher.But Zhan Feipeng did not, because of the way of the sword, Zhan Feipeng gave up everything else, and bet everything that could be used on the way of the sword.

It is precisely because of this that Zhan Feipeng's sword intent is so terrifying.Sacrificing physical advantages in exchange for being stronger in other aspects.From Zhan Feipeng's point of view, the way of physical fitness has long since declined. Even the most dull monsters know how to make changes in this aspect. Obviously, physical fitness has no day to shine.

In this case, it doesn't matter much whether the physique is at the sixth level or the seventh level.If you are really hit by a strong person of the same level, no matter whether you have a seventh-level or a sixth-level physique, whatever should be damaged will be damaged.It's better to add this power of transforming body to the way of swordsmanship.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 weaker than any apocalypse powerhouse of the same level, and even because of the fierceness of the sword, there are very few who can compare with Zhanfei Peng in terms of attack.

But today, things seem to be a little different.Zhan Feipeng looked at Shen Cong, flicked his right hand slightly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly spun, and endless sharp air shot out.Shen Cong let go of his right hand and turned into a phantom. All the sword energy was caught in his hand and smashed into pieces, but Zhan Feipeng also took this opportunity to take a few steps back.

Everyone looked at Shen Cong in astonishment, and Shen Cong, who had previously slashed at Fei Peng with a sword, was forced back by Shen Cong.Although the two of them only matched one move, but experts can often tell a lot from 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 Feipeng, then Feipeng's sword is enough to kill them all, so the so-called escape becomes a luxury, and now, hope is in sight.

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 of Shen Cong's arm.That was the weak point of Shen Cong's attack. Zhan Feipeng looked at Shen Cong's attack from the perspective of a ninth-level apocalypse, so there were naturally too many flaws.

Shen Cong was expressionless, and ignored Zhan Feipeng's attack, only the muscles and bones of his whole body were trembling continuously. The next moment, blood flashed, and Zhan Feipeng's long sword pierced Shen Cong's arm without any hindrance. Qi even cut Shen Cong's arm into a bloody mess.This result made Zhan Feipeng startled. He had thought that Shen Cong would change his moves and use various methods to counterattack, but he never thought that his attack would hit Shen Cong so smoothly.

After realizing that Shen Cong has a seventh-level physique, Zhan Feipeng's attitude towards Shen Cong has changed.In the situation where the one-element magic circle was reversed and the true essence could not be used, Shen Cong already had the qualification to sit on an equal footing with him, and the battle between the two was also on the same level. Therefore, Zhan Feipeng thought about the outcome of the battle, but absolutely did not. The attack was expected to go so smoothly.

Yes, too smooth!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 siege stop.

The next moment, Zhan Fei Peng suddenly realized something was wrong, Shen Cong's attack still did not stop, and continued, letting the long sword forcefully penetrate the flesh, Shen Cong's arm continued to hit at a strange angle.

Zhan Feipeng was startled slightly, and various thoughts turned in his mind, but his hands didn't stop at all, even if he was stunned before, the movements of his hands didn't slow down at all.The state of mind of the ninth-level apocalypse, ordinary emotions can't affect the rhythm and judgment of the battle at all.

Zhan Feipeng wanted to cut off Shen Cong's arm directly. Because the eighth-level spiritual weapon had no real energy, its power was reduced, but it was not something that the seventh-level physique could stop.Zhan Feipeng wanted to see how Shen Cong could attack without an arm.

"laugh!"

The blood splashed several meters high, and the smell of blood permeated all directions. Half of the arm jumped up and was smashed by the sword energy.A drop of blood sprinkled on Shen Cong's eyelids, Shen Cong frowned slightly, that's all, Shen Cong waved half of his arm, and continued to hit Zhanfei Peng, the arm that turned into blood foam in mid-air, like Not Shen Cong's average.

Crazy, cruel.Not to be cruel to the enemy, but to be cruel to oneself.Shen Cong's eyes turned red at some point, and as half of his arm was cut off, Shen Cong's attack became more and more ferocious.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, Shen Cong's elbow forcibly hit Zhan Feipeng's cheek.Not with fists, but with broken arms.Perhaps it was because of too much force, or because the sword energy was not exhausted, blood and flesh flew across the broken elbow, exposing the deep white bones in the middle.Zhan Feipeng raised his body slightly backwards, with a hint of disbelief on his face.

Zhan Feipeng felt something strange, but he misjudged all of Shen Cong's attack intentions, and finally had no time to change his moves.The whole head seemed a little dazed due to the attack, Zhan Feipeng wanted to wake up, and the sword intent was constantly stirring, but it still couldn't stop the body from flying backwards.

Maybe it only takes one breath, or even half a breath, and the flying peng can be restored to its original state.However, Shen never gave Zhan Feipeng this little time, because Shen Cong wanted to kill Zhan Feipeng!

Shen stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his entire right leg continued to expand and compress, until finally it exploded.The majestic seventh-level physique actually exploded due to excessive force, one can imagine how much energy was used in it.Shen Cong disappeared in the same place in an instant, and appeared in front of Zhan Feipeng as if teleported, and his intact left hand crazily smashed Zhan Feipeng's face.

It was still the position where he attacked just now, Zhan Feipeng wanted to raise his sword to block it, but the sea of ​​souls made this action difficult, Zhan Feipeng could only watch helplessly as Shen Cong's fist fell on his face, and the ensuing blow It was severe pain, and a more dizzy head.Zhan Feipeng could hardly see everything in front of him clearly. Although the vibration of the sword intent made this drowsiness constantly improve, Zhan Feipeng knew that it was too late, because he could clearly see the endless hatred in Shen Cong's eyes.

"Boom bang bang..."

Looking crazy, Shen turned into a phantom with his left hand and kept hitting Zhan Feipeng's face.Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and in the end Shen Cong didn't know whether it was his own flesh and blood or the injury of Zhan Feipeng.The right arm was intact at some point, Shen Cong opened his arms and kept hitting Zhan Feipeng's body.

In less than a breath, Shen Cong punched Zhan Feipeng's whole body one after another, preventing Zhan Feipeng from having the slightest chance to breathe.

"boom!"

The whole corridor was shaken suddenly, and Feipeng's body was slammed on the ground, and the sound woke up the others.Many people started to cheer, they may not have seen what happened, but it was obvious that Shen Cong had the upper hand at this moment, as long as this was enough, it was enough.

But the faces of Huang Jiasong and the others turned dark all of a sudden, not because of anything else, but because Zhan Feipeng, who was supposed to die after being attacked by Shen Cong so many times, was still lying there right now.Although he couldn't fight back, Zhan Feipeng's aura didn't weaken in the slightest.Yes, compared to before, Zhan Feipeng was not weak, not dying, and even his aura didn't drop much. Shen Cong's seemingly powerful attack seemed to be just an illusion.

"I knew it, it's useless." Zhou Fang muttered to himself.

The one-element magic circle is reversed, so that everyone here can only use a few true elements.This pitiful amount of real energy has almost no effect, at least they can't use many moves.But it cannot be denied that no matter how little true energy there 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 essence in his body was also constantly repairing Zhan Feipeng's injuries.To put it simply, Shen Cong's attack can be regarded as a flesh wound at most, and Zhan Feipeng has his own sword protection. It is impossible for Zhan Feipeng to die so easily.

In fact, they should have thought of this, but the desire to survive made them subconsciously ignore it until everything in front of them ruthlessly crushed their thoughts.Apocalypse is inherently difficult to destroy, and it is only possible with the same level of power. Undoubtedly, Shen Cong lacks this. He can suppress it, but he cannot defeat it, let alone kill him.

"what……"

Zhan Feipeng seemed to realize this too, and laughed out loud.His face had long since changed, but that did not prevent Zhan Feipeng from laughing.It seemed that he was being beaten badly at the moment, but it didn't have much real meaning, but Shen Cong's ability to persist in such a high-intensity attack was undoubtedly a big problem.

And Feipeng's own transparent sword intent is also constantly oscillating, adapting to the current situation, as long as there is a moment, Feipeng will not be so helpless to fight back.And as long as Zhan Fei Pengkong makes a move, Shen Cong's previous advantage of relying on surprise will disappear, and then the time for everyone to die will come.

No one is cheering anymore, because they also know the real situation.Turn around and leave immediately, while Shen Cong is dragging Zhan Feipeng?Although such a thought is good, in the end it is just to allow oneself to live a little longer. Zhan Feipeng will definitely kill them before they escape.

But if you don't escape, what's the use of staying here.They can't participate in this kind of battle, Shen Cong's attack can't hurt Zhan Feipeng, it's even more impossible for them to go up, it will add chaos, and they will die faster.

To go is to die, not to go is to die.What a cruel choice this is. Some people are already in an unstable state of mind, and they keep hoping and then being disappointed and hoping again.No one could bear it anymore. Finally, someone turned around and ran away, running frantically towards the other direction of the corridor.Standing here is dead, they would rather gamble.