Chapter 68 The Enemy Is Still Out There

  "It's indeed too high-profile." Blood continued to seep out from the tiger's mouth and drip onto the Long Que knife, Shen Cong looked ahead at Wei Ba, his heart bitter with a wry smile, being targeted by this 4th-stage Condensed Origin Peak warrior.

  "His combat skills are not bad, and he was only lightly injured after I hit him with one move. This is truly rare!" Wei Ba looked at Shen Cong and chuckled softly, "Unfortunately, his cultivation level is too low. If he had that fourth-stage Condensed Origin, the outcome might have been better."

  "I also think that your cultivation is too low, why don't you find someone else to go with? They can now attack your junior sister, and as her senior brother, it's not good for you to stay here." Shen pointed into the air, where Lin Liting and two others were currently attacking Lü Ying. Lü Ying was also very powerful, facing the attacks of three people without changing his expression, although he was at a disadvantage, he didn't show any signs of defeat.

  "That side doesn't need me." Wei Ba smiled lightly and shook his head, "At present, looking at this situation, apart from you, everyone else is too weak, it's not fun. After I've had a good fight with you, I'm sure all the battles will be over!"

  Shen's mouth twitched, wanting to say something else, but Wei Ba rushed over. There were no other moves, just a simple punch, but this one punch sealed off all of Shen's escape routes. Except for retreating, there was no other way out, but facing such an attack, retreating would only lead to a quicker death.

  "Boom!"

  The dragon bird knife flipped over, heavily chopping on Wei Ba's fist. There was no feeling of entering the flesh, only that astonishing rebound force, Shen Cong flew up again. Although not as embarrassed as before, his body shape was still out of control. The strength he had been proud of in the past now seemed a bit ridiculous in front of Wei Ba.

  It's not that Shen Cong is weak, but rather that Wei Ba has more physical strength. At this moment, Shen Cong's physique can already compare to some fourth-rank condensed yuan experts, but unfortunately, Wei Ba is a born body cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the peak of condensed yuan, so how could Shen Cong possibly compare? If only Shen Cong's cultivation were higher, not much, just three stages of unified power, the situation would be greatly improved.

  His legs were like wooden stakes stuck in the ground, Shen Cong was about to make an adjustment when Wei Ba rushed over again, still with a punch, no different from before. Shen Cong's eyes narrowed, and the Dragon Bird Knife counterattacked upwards, a streak of energy shot up into the sky.

  "Some meaning, but the power is too weak, scattered!" Wei Ba laughed loudly, and the Dragon Bird Knife was pressed down before it even reached its peak, and the knife light was completely shattered. Shen Cong spat out a mouthful of blood. In just two punches, Shen Cong had already been injured, and this was still because Shen Cong's physique was far stronger than that of an ordinary person.

  If he were an ordinary second-order martial artist, he would have died from the first punch. A third-order martial artist would also have exploded and died from the second punch. Shen Congru's current state is a rare display of skill.

  "Hiss!"

  A gust of wind blade descended from the sky and charged straight at Wei Ba, but Shen Cong not only didn't dodge, his face even changed drastically. Wei Ba narrowed his eyes, and with a casual swing of his hand, he dispersed the wind blade, while his other hand, several meters away, punched out.

  "Take cover!"

  Shen Cong shouted loudly, the Dragon Bird Knife was withdrawn too late, and one shoulder leaned against Wei Ba's chest. The muscles and bones of his whole body made a clanging sound, at this moment even if it were a mountain that could be knocked out of a hole, but Wei Ba only swayed backwards and retreated two steps.

  "Pffft!"

  A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from afar, and if Shen Cong hadn't leaned against his shoulder at the last moment, Meng Ran's current situation wouldn't be as simple as just spitting out a mouthful of blood - his body would have been shattered by a single punch.

  "Your strength has increased a bit, but it seems that's all you're capable of, so die!" A faint pain appeared in his chest, and he felt like he had lost face. Wei Ba coldly smiled and threw out a punch. The power was even greater than before, and the murderous aura pinned Shen to the spot, making him feel like he was about to involuntarily fall to the ground.

  "Down, quick run!"

  Meng Ran shouted loudly, among all the people here, only Shen Cong's state is the best. If he really wants to run with one heart, there is still a chance. Since they are all going to die, being able to escape one person is also one person.

  "Run? Everyone will die!" Wei Ba snorted, his hand's energy increasing by threefold, revealing the peak of his fourth-stage Cong Yuan strength without a doubt. In front of this punch, all power seemed to pale in comparison. Only now did Shen Cong realize how lucky he was that Cao Yu had been so miserable back then.

  "Boom!"

  It was as if a powerful force had struck his heart, and Shen Cong's body flew out, with blood mist spreading in mid-air. Two ribs on his chest were directly broken, and under such strength, even the undead body would be useless.

  "Not dead yet, how tenacious!" Wei Ba's eyes narrowed, and his body followed closely, with both hands clasped together in a hammer shape, crashing down towards Shen Cong's head in mid-air. After several punches failed to kill Shen Cong, Wei Ba also lost patience.

  Shen Cong's eyes suddenly opened, and a crimson color flashed in them. Wei Ba was taken aback for a moment, then immediately sneered. The momentum of the attack didn't change at all; as an evil sect member, Wei Ba had seen many monsters and ghosts, so how could he be startled by just one? Shen Cong smiled, revealing his white teeth and the sharp fangs hidden beneath.

  A fierce anger swirled in his mind, and Shen Cong suddenly kicked Wei Ba's arm with both feet. Wei Ba's attack paused for a moment, and Shen Cong took advantage of the momentum to retreat backwards, dodging the attack.

  "Interesting, my power has increased several times compared to before, but it's just this much, not enough!" Wei Ba's eyes lit up, and a thick aura rose from his body. Just as he was about to charge at Shen Cong, a dark red glow burst forth in front of him.

  "Blood Wind Sword Technique, Break the Army!"

  A cold and indifferent voice sounded, the already flying blood was suddenly cut off by three tenths, falling into Shen Cong's hands. The Long Que knife trembled, with a cold edge of blood on its blade, slashing towards Wei Ba. This one slash reached Shen Cong's most peak state.

  "A trivial skill, yet you dare to show off!" His expression was slightly solemn, but immediately followed by a scornful smile. Wei Ba threw out one punch, then another, and another. Three punches converged in mid-air, crashing towards the blood-colored figure with a loud bang. The surrounding spiritual energy trembled under the force of his punches, as if fearful of something.

  Time seemed to pause for a moment, and then it was an explosion. The crimson blade transformed into tiny sharp blades that shot towards Wei Ba, who swung his palm outwards, blocking all the attacks outside.

  "It's not over yet!"

  A flash of the knife tip pierced through the blood color, and a point landed on Wei Ba's chest. The blood in Wei Ba's body instantly boiled, and then as if finding an outlet, it madly rushed towards the position where the knife tip was located.

  "How dare you!" Wei Bei let out a loud roar, the true energy inside his body suddenly surging, not only suppressing the blood that was about to spurt out, but also directly shaking the Long Que knife loose. Shen Cong's grip on the Long Que knife was surprisingly unable to hold on, and his chest was instantly left wide open, with a fist already thundering down.

  The air was completely punched through, with a powerful fist that shook off all defenses from Shen Cong's body. Seven ribs were broken, and his chest seemed to have collapsed, Shen Cong crashed into three large trees before he finally stopped moving. He looked like a dead man, stuck in the tree, with no heartbeat or blood flow.

  "Down with him!"

  Meng Ran's loud cry was unbelievable, and Huang Wei and the others looked over, their hearts skipping a beat. Even from a distance, they could see Shen Cong's miserable state clearly. The Dragon Sparrow Knife he had been carrying with him had already fallen to one side, and his entire body's aura was almost imperceptible - in this state, if he wasn't dead, what else could it be?

  Wei Ba withdrew his fist, with a hint of fear in his heart. If Shen Congxu's cultivation wasn't too low, the outcome of their previous confrontation would have been his death. This made Wei Ba feel afraid and humiliated. The result of fighting someone with such low cultivation was this. There was a speck of blood on his chest, from where he had been stabbed by the knife tip earlier.

  Perhaps it was the name that reached her ears, Lin Liting subconsciously turned her head to look, and at a glance, she saw Shen Cong being beaten into a trap. Her heart jumped for some reason, not in pain, but with a sense of loss. The technique in her hand revealed a flaw, and the encirclement by the three people was instantly broken.

  "In battle, losing focus is a death sentence." Lü Ying suddenly laughed and his slender sword emitted a dazzling light, forcing the three back. Lin Liting was caught off guard and spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "What's going on? You were in the lead just now, how could you make such a mistake!" Huang Hu shouted, Zhao Shi didn't say anything but his eyes also showed dissatisfaction. Following Lin Liting's line of sight, Zhao Shi also saw Shen Cong's pitiful appearance, and couldn't help but pause for a moment, a smile creeping onto the corner of his mouth.

  "Today was a terrible day, but unexpectedly something good happened! However, the casualties below are severe and I'm afraid it's irreparable. I need to think of how to leave." Zhao Shi thought to himself, then turned his head to look at Lin Liting, he wanted to take one person with him.

  "Want to escape? Your King Shi Shu is still in the formation, if you escape like this, it's not justifiable!" Lü Ying looked at Zhao Shi's face and suddenly burst out laughing.

  Zhao Shi was shocked and looked at Lü Ying with some incredulity. This woman was actually so terrifying, seeing through his thoughts in an instant. Previously, he had thought that today's events were just a coincidence. Now, thinking carefully, they were all arranged by the person in front of him. With such strong abilities and ruthless cunning, how could one defeat such an enemy?

  "We can't escape! If we escape, the goods will be gone. We just need to hold on for a while and wait for Wang to break through. We'll have hope then!" Huang Hu shouted loudly, but he was really afraid that Zhao Shi would run away.

  "Brother Huang, don't listen to that demon woman's nonsense! My fellow disciples are all here, how could I possibly escape alone?" Zhao Shi burst out laughing loudly and turned his head towards Lü Ying, "I still have some talismans here, wait till they're used later, maybe we can turn the situation around!"

  Zhao Shi said, and a few yellow papers escaped from the Qiankun bag. Even just looking at them, you can feel the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from them. Huang Hua's face showed a smile, but he didn't see the evasive intention in Zhao Shi's eyes.

  On the edge of the war circle, Shen Cong seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. The dead should be forgotten by people, especially in this scene today, everyone is busy with their own affairs. Even Meng Ran and others who wanted to rush over to rescue him were also being dragged away by the evil sect disciples.

  Everyone in the world can think you're dead, except for one person, and that's yourself! Shen Cong never died, although he suffered severe injuries inside his body, but it didn't reach the point of exhaustion. As a zombie, his body is different from ordinary people, this kind of injury that would be fatal to ordinary people, on Shen Cong's body, it was just a serious injury.

  But now, even if it's just a serious injury, it's extremely severe. What's even more severe is that Shen Cong is powerless in the current war circle. The efforts he made before were already his strongest combat power. But Wei Ba was too strong, so strong that even when Shen Cong used all his strength, it only managed to startle the opponent.

  It sounds ironic, but it's true.

  "Unless you use that trick, but if it's like this, then it's really a matter of life and death. If it doesn't work out, then I'll truly die!" Shen Cong constantly weighed the pros and cons, and decided to ignore it for now. With his current fake dead body, he could safely hide away. Although there was a risk of being exposed, it wasn't a bad way to ensure safety. But if he chose to fight with all his might and didn't succeed, then he would truly die.

  The body's aura became even more obscure, and even if someone approached, they would think it was a dead person.

  "Hah!" A self-mocking laugh.

  "Why bother considering, my friends are over there, the power source is over there, and most importantly, my enemies are over there! In that case, what else do I have to consider?" His eyes suddenly snapped open, and Shen Cong sprang up from the ground as if he had been pretending to be dead.

  The enemy is still over there!

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