Chopping Fei's eyebrows raised slightly, and the long sword changed from stabbing to sweeping, and went sideways from Shen Cong's neck. The cold sword light was close to Shen Cong's head, and the sharp qi cut a bloody line around his neck. Chop Fei Peng wanted to go further, but the long sword was tightly sandwiched by two fingers, and no matter how hard he tried his best, he couldn't make the long sword move sideways for half a minute.

Shen Cong's fingers were pierced by the sword of the long sword, and sometimes he could even see the bones behind the flesh, but Shen Cong's face did not have the slightest abnormality, as if the finger no longer belonged to himself, but to others.

"Seventh-Order Physique!"

Qi Feipeng looked at Shen Cong and gritted his teeth word by word. To be able to overpower him, in such an environment, only a seventh-order physique can achieve it. Heaven and earth are changing, and it is difficult to achieve a physique, even the demon clan who takes refining the body as the way out has changed their cultivation methods ten thousand years ago, from the initial cultivation of the physique, to the dual cultivation of the true yuan physique in the back, and now it is the true element as the mainstay, supplemented by the physique.

If it weren't for the fact that the demon clan did have an incomparable advantage over other races in terms of physical cultivation, and the space where it was located was not smooth for the cultivation of the true element, I am afraid that even the cultivation of the physical body would be abolished. And at this moment, Chopping Fei Peng didn't expect to see a seventh-order physique in a human race, a mere seventh-order cultivator, this physical power that only a ninth-order apocalypse could have.

As a ninth-order apocalypse powerhouse, it is said that it is normal to have a seventh-order physique. 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 tough. But Chop Fei Peng didn't, because of kendo, Cho Fei Peng gave up everything else and invested everything that could be used on kendo.

Because of this, the sword intent of Slashing Feipeng is so terrifying. Sacrificing physical superiority in exchange for being more powerful in other aspects. In Chop Fei Peng's view, the way of physique has long since declined, and even the most stupid demon clan knows how to make changes in this aspect, and it is obvious that the physique has no longer come out.

In this case, whether the physique is the sixth order or the seventh order does not have much impact at all. is really hit by a strong person of the same level, whether it is a seventh-order or sixth-order physique, it should be broken as well. It's better to attach the power of this transformation body to the kendo. Undoubtedly, in the vast majority of cases, there is no problem with such a concept, and Chop Fei Peng does 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 be compared to Chopping Fei Peng in terms of attack.

But these days, things seem to be a little different. Chopping Feipeng looked at Shen Cong, his right hand flicked slightly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly spun, and endless sharp qi shot out. Shen released his right hand and turned into a phantom, and all the sword qi was grabbed in his hand and shattered, but Chopping Feipeng also took advantage of this opportunity and took a few steps back.

Everyone looked at Shen Cong in amazement, and he was forced to retreat by Shen Cong when he was arrogant with a sword before. Although there is only one move between the two, the expert makes a move, and many times a lot can be seen between one move. They didn't know if Shen Cong could defeat Chopping Feipeng, but at least Shen Cong didn't fall behind, and that was enough.

If no one can stop Fei Peng, then a single sword will be enough to slaughter them all, and the so-called escape has become a luxury, and now, hope is at hand.

Shen Cong took a few steps forward and punched at Fei Peng. Chopping Feipeng's brows furrowed slightly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a streamer and stabbed at the position of the central axis of Shen Cong's arm. There was the weak point of Shen Cong's attack, and Chopping Fei Peng looked at Shen Cong's attack from the perspective of the ninth-order apocalypse, and naturally there were too many flaws.

Shen Cong's face was expressionless, ignoring the attack of Chopping Feipeng, only the muscles and bones of his whole body continued to tremble, and the next moment, the blood flashed, and the long sword of Chopping Feipeng pierced Shen Cong's arm without hindrance, and the sword qi cut Shen Cong's arm into a blur of flesh and blood. This result made Fei Fei Peng stunned, he thought that Shen Cong would change his moves and use various methods to counterattack, but he never imagined that his attack would hit Shen Cong so smoothly.

After understanding that Shen Cong had a seventh-order physique, Chopping Feipeng's attitude towards Shen Cong had changed. In the case of the reversal of the one-yuan magic circle and the inability of the true yuan to be used, Shen Cong already had the qualifications to be on an equal footing with him, and the battle between the two was also on the same level, so he thought about the outcome of the battle, but he definitely did not expect the attack to be so smooth.

Yes, it's too smooth! Not only Fei Peng, but also Huang Jiasong and the others, they wanted to besiege with Shen Cong, but they immediately saw such a scene, which made their encirclement uncontrollable.

The next moment, Chopping Fei suddenly sensed that something was wrong, Shen Cong's attack still did not stop, and it continued, letting the long sword penetrate through the flesh and skin, and Shen Cong's arm continued to hit at a strange angle.

Chop Feipeng's heart was slightly startled, and various thoughts turned in his mind, but there was no pause in his hand, even if he was stunned before, the movements in his hand did not slow down a bit. The state of mind of the ninth-order apocalypse, ordinary emotions could not affect the rhythm and judgment of the battle at all.

Chopping Fei Peng wanted to cut off Shen Cong's arm directly, because the eighth-order spirit weapon did not have a true element, its power was reduced, but it was not something that the seventh-order physique could stop. Chopping Fei Peng wanted to see how Shen Cong could attack without an arm.

"Whew!"

Blood splattered several meters high, the smell of blood permeated all directions, and half of his arms jumped up, shattered by the sword qi. A drop of blood sprinkled on Shen Cong's eyes, Shen Cong's brows moved slightly, that's all, Shen Cong waved half of his arm, and continued to hit towards the flying peng, the arm that turned into blood foam in mid-air seemed not to be Shen Cong's.

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

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Shen Cong's elbow slammed into Fei Peng's cheek. Not a fist, but an attack with a broken arm. Maybe it was because of the excessive force, or the sword qi was not exhausted, the flesh and blood at the broken elbow flew sideways, revealing the deep white bones in it. Chopping Feipeng's figure lifted back slightly, with a hint of wonder on his face.

Chopping Fei Peng sensed something unusual, but he misjudged all of Shen Cong's attack intentions, and in the end, he didn't have time to change his moves. The whole head looked a little muddy because of the attack, and the sword intent was constantly agitated, but it still couldn't stop the body from flying backwards.

Maybe it only takes one breath, not even half a breath, and Chop Fei Peng can return to its original state. However, Shen never gave Chop Fei Peng this little time, because Shen Cong wanted Chop Fei Peng to die!

Shen stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his entire right leg continued to expand and compress, until it exploded in the end. The dignified seventh-order physique actually exploded due to excessive force, and you can imagine how much strength was used in it. Shen Cong disappeared in place in an instant, appearing in front of Chop Fei Peng as if teleporting, and his intact left hand smashed wildly on Chop Fei Peng's face.

It was still the position of the attack just now, and Chop Feipeng wanted to raise his sword to block it, but the chaotic sea of souls made this action difficult, and Chop Feipeng could only watch Shen Cong's fist fall on his face, followed by severe pain, and a more drowsy head. Chop Fei Peng could barely see everything in front of him, although the sword intent vibrated and made this drowsiness constantly improve, but Chop Fei Peng knew that it was too late, because he saw the endless hatred in Shen Cong's eyes.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Like madness, Shen turned into a phantom from his left hand and kept smashing on Fei Peng's face. Flesh and blood flew sideways, and in the end, Shen Cong no longer knew whether it was his own flesh and blood, or the injury of Fei Peng. I don't know when his right arm was already intact, Shen opened his arms and kept smashing on Fei Peng's body.

In less than a breath, Shen Cong punched all over Fei Peng's body, not allowing Fei Peng to have the slightest chance to breathe.

"Boom!"

The entire corridor shook suddenly, and Chopping Feipeng's body slammed into the ground, which also woke up the others. Many people began to cheer, they may not have seen what was happening, but it was obvious that Shen had the upper hand from the moment, as long as this was enough.

But Huang Jiasong's faces suddenly became gloomy, not for anything else, just because he was attacked by Shen Cong so much, and Cho Feipeng, who should have died, was still lying there at the moment. Although he couldn't fight back, the aura of Chopping Fei Peng did not weaken in the slightest. Yes, compared to before, Chopping Fei Peng was not weak, not dying, even his breath did not decrease much, and Shen Cong's seemingly powerful attack seemed to be just an illusion.

"I knew it was useless. Zhou Fang muttered to himself.

The reversal of the one-yuan magic circle made everyone here only use a few true elements. This little bit of poor true yuan has almost no effect, at least they can't use many tricks. But it cannot be denied that no matter how little true yuan there is, it is still true yuan, and the true yuan is not gone, but suppressed in the body.

Chopping Flying Peng is constantly attacked, but the true element in his body is also constantly repairing Chopping Feipeng's injuries. To put it simply, Shen Cong's attack is at most a flesh wound, and Chop Fei Peng has his own sword intent support, and it is impossible to let Chop Fei Peng die so simply.

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. The Apocalypse is already difficult to destroy, only the power of the same level is possible, there is no doubt that Shen Cong lacks this, he can suppress it, but he can't defeat it, let alone kill it.

"Ha ......"

Chop Fei Peng seemed to notice this too, and laughed out loud. The face has long been unrecognizable, but it does not prevent Chop Fei Peng from laughing. At this moment, it seems that he was beaten very badly, but it has little substantive significance, but it is undoubtedly a big problem for Shen Cong to be able to persist in such a high-intensity attack all the time.

And Chopping Feipeng's own bright sword intent is also constantly oscillating, adapting to the situation in front of him, as long as there is a moment of time, Chopping Feipeng will not be so powerless to fight back. And as long as he waits for Fei Fei to make a move, Shen Cong's previous advantage by relying on surprise will disappear, and at that time, the time for everyone to die will come.

No one was cheering anymore, because they also knew what was really going on. Immediately turned around and left, while Shen Cong was dragging Fei Peng, this idea was good, but in the end, it was just to let himself live a little longer, and Fei Peng would definitely kill them before they escaped.

But if you don't run away, what's the use of staying here. They can't participate in such a battle, Shen Cong can't hurt Feipeng with such an attack, and it is even more impossible for them to go up, but it will add to the chaos, and they will die faster.

Walking is death, and not walking is death. What a cruel choice, some people's minds are already unstable, and they are constantly hoping for disappointment, and then hope. No one could bear it, and finally, someone turned and ran away, running frantically in the other direction of the corridor. Standing here to death, they would rather Bo a handful.