As the head of the God of War Sect, Zhang Ping's body has reached a terrifying level. At this moment, he suddenly struck out, and a heavy whistling sound sounded in the air!
boom!
A powerful force of energy hit his face, making Mu Feng look much more solemn at the moment. He pulled back and at the same time slashed down hard with the long sword in his hand!
In an instant, the Holy Yuan within his body surged out, forming a sharp sword energy on the sword blade, which suddenly struck forward, as if it was about to split the world.
That energy seemed to be cut apart by this sword energy!
But Zhang Ping still didn't stop. He stretched out his hands and grasped the sword energy fiercely. Then he exerted force suddenly, the veins on his palms popped out, and the sword energy was directly shattered!
This scene was extremely shocking, and Zhang Ping seemed to be going crazy. The clothes on his body suddenly exploded, and the fragments flew out, revealing his strong body.
The muscles on his body are not as exaggerated as other elders, but you can feel the explosive power contained in these muscles!
Even at this moment, a faint white mist rose on the surface of his body, as if the blood in his body was beginning to boil.
"Mufeng, I admit that you are indeed very powerful. You are the only one who can push me to this level in this state. But, do you think that I have been practicing for so long and I can't compare to you, a little kid?
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"Today, I will kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly hit him, as if he transformed into an angry demon. The faint smoke on his body was torn apart by the strong wind in an instant.
But in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Mu Feng again, and his fist struck down hard like a hammer. A strong wind roared up, forcing Mu Feng to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
However, every part of Zhang Ping's body can be used as a weapon, and he is still entangled at this moment. Close combat is the specialty of physical training, and ferocious attacks rain down like a violent storm!
Only now did Mu Feng truly see the horror of physical cultivation. Every blow was enough to shatter the body of an ordinary monk. Even if he activated the Immortal Hegemony, it was still two realms away from Zhang Ping's cultivation, so
Still fell into a disadvantage instantly!
boom!
After an explosion, a large crater was suddenly blasted out on the ground by the strong wind, and sand and rocks were splashed everywhere.
boom!
There was another loud noise, and Zhang Ping struck out with his palm. The powerful force even shattered a big tree next to it and turned it into powder.
Each move was full of powerful destructive power. Mu Feng could only retreat continuously under this offensive, without even a chance to counterattack.
The place where the two men fought had become a mess. The originally lush forest was now forcibly cut into a road. Countless trees exploded, and countless large craters were blasted on the ground.
"Hahaha, Mu Feng, is this all you have?" Zhang Ping became more and more courageous as he fought. An abnormal red color appeared on the surface of his body, making him look extremely excited.
Mu Feng could only resist with difficulty at this time. He had killed eight elders of the God of War Sect in one go before, and each time he had to resolve the battle in a short time, which consumed a lot of his energy.
Now facing Zhang Ping in his prime, it was natural that he could not adapt to this intense battle for a while.
But he knew clearly in his heart that he had to get rid of the current passive situation, otherwise once the body cultivator launched an attack, he would not stop until the enemy was beaten to death.
In an instant, clouds of mist appeared under his feet, and at the cost of receiving a punch, his body suddenly opened a considerable distance away.
With a bang, Mu Feng fell far away. At this time, he shook his arms and felt that his arms were sore and numb. If his body and physical fitness were not equally strong, this blow would have destroyed both of his arms.
Wasted.
"Mu Feng, how on earth did you kill Taoist Chihuo? It's really humiliating that he died in your hands." At this time, Zhang Ping even started to mock Mu Feng.
Mu Feng shook his arm and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Zhang Ping, it was just a warm-up. Let me tell you how the Chihuo Taoist died!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful power of the soul burst out from his body, instantly turning into a shocking thorn and striking forward, like a bolt of lightning, without giving anyone a chance to react!
Although Zhang Ping couldn't see the Jingshen thorn, he was suddenly shocked. The next moment, the Jingshen thorn hit his soul hard.
Although his Yuan Shen is also at the ninth level of Nirvana, his physical cultivation is inherently weak in terms of Yuan Shen, and without the Yuan Shen technique, Zhang Ping cannot mobilize the power of his Yuan Shen to defend himself.
Therefore, in an instant, he felt that his soul was stirring, and there was a momentary blankness in his mind.
At this moment, Mu Feng's attack also arrived!
"Sword flash, one move!"
A low shout sounded, and his body seemed to be like a cold light, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, but it passed through Zhang Ping's body in just a moment.
Then, the second sword flash move was performed, and he turned back, countless cold rays surging.
Finally, with three sword flash moves, countless wind blades suddenly struck out, falling like a heavy rain and hitting Zhang Ping's body hard.
Zhang Ping was attacked by the soul, but he woke up instantly. But in this moment, Mu Feng fully displayed the holy sword flash, and the three swords seemed to be released at the same moment.
A small wound appeared on his chest. Mu Feng's three swords all hit the same place, and this was how he was able to break through Zhang Ping's defense.
Although the wound was not serious, it gave Mu Feng hope. He was fully capable of hurting Taoist Chihuo and even killing him on the spot!
"Boy, do you want to kill me just because of this?" Zhang Ping stretched out his thumb to wipe his wound, licked the blood stained on his fingers, and suddenly showed a cruel smile.
"It must be very hard for you to maintain this state. And after killing so many of my elders first, I guess you won't be able to hold on for long."
"But coincidentally, physical training is best suited for fighting a protracted war, because their power is endless to monks of the same realm. What other methods do you have?"
After the words fell, he rushed forward ferociously again, endless power pouring out from his body, constantly bombarding the space in front of him. He was right, physical training was best for fighting a protracted war, and he admired it.
Feng, I can’t afford to hold you back!
Seeing Zhang Ping rushing over like a ferocious beast, there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and in an instant, the Qingxiao Sword fell into his hands.
"Thunder Sword Technique of All Things!"
As soon as the words fell, violent thunder suddenly spread on the sword!