Chapter 33: Smash this mad dog to death

  Zhang Heng had long been dissatisfied with the nagging conversation between these two people, as if he was really a sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and Zhao Rui still had to plead for him.

  Even if Li Feng agrees not to pursue today's matter, Zhang Heng will not let this matter go so easily.

  He didn't want to be bitten by dogs every time he went out in the future, if he didn't intimidate this crazy Li, how could he have a peaceful life afterwards?

  Moreover, he had already seen through Li Fengzi's character of being afraid of the strong and bullying the weak, which could be inferred from his relatively polite attitude towards Zhao Rui.

  "Hmm, hmm, hmm..." Upon hearing Zhang Heng's provocative words, Li Feng didn't get angry but instead smiled, and his eyes even showed a hint of joy. He then turned to Zhao Rui and said: "Zhao Shidi, did you hear what he just said? Are you still planning on stopping me?"

  Zhao Rui helplessly glanced at Zhang Heng: "Tang Shixiong, why do you still want to make an extra move? You're not his match..."

  Zhang Heng said such provocative words, even if Zhao Rui wanted to protect Zhang Heng now, it would be impossible.

  "Zhao Shidi, it's better for you to take back your spiritual artifact. I hope you won't intervene in the grudge between him and me." Li Feng hinted to Zhao Rui.

  Zhao Rui still had some reservations and did not listen to Li Feng's words, but instead turned to Zhang Heng and said: "Tang Shixiong, I think you are still..."

  Zhang Heng almost fainted, this person is too ridiculous...

  Directly ignore him! Zhang Heng made up his mind in an instant.

  Just as Zhao Rui's words had not finished, Zhang Heng suddenly made his move.

  Wow!

  Zhang Heng's figure was like a gust of wind, disappearing in an instant and rushing towards Li Feng with a fierce momentum.

  The two people present were both stunned by Zhang Heng's behavior for a moment.

  What does this guy want to do? Does he want to settle scores in a primitive way?

  Fortunately, both of them reacted quickly and soon came back to their senses.

  Especially Li Feng, his combat experience was incredibly rich, and in the instant Zhang Heng charged towards him, he subconsciously withdrew his Dragon Slaying Knife.

  Zhang Heng's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Li Feng, his fist stretched out and heavily smashed towards his face.

  However, Li Feng's dragon-scale knife arrived at this critical moment and barely blocked Zhang Heng in front of him.

  Zhang Heng's fist was unyielding, its surface rippling with a faint layer of silver light, heavily smashing onto the dragon-patterned sword.

  A loud, ear-piercing metallic ringing sound.

  Zhang Heng's fist collided with the mid-grade spiritual artifact, and then separated in an instant.

  Zhao Rui outside the field was even more shocked, with a look as if he had seen a ghost.

  From Zhang Heng's sudden shift to his fierce punch, and then to the head-on collision with Li Feng's Lingqi, he watched all of these movements with ease.

  Is this guy still human? Zhao Rui involuntarily took a cold breath.

  But Li Feng had no time to think about that now, although he was shocked in his heart, but he didn't slow down at all, his body kept retreating backwards, and the dragon-patterned knife was always guarding in front of him.

  Zhang Heng used 100% of his physical strength in this punch, plus 50% of his Lianyao spiritual energy. When it collided with the opponent's spiritual instrument, he felt a slight numbness and pain.

  Although his physical body was strong, he still couldn't compete head-on with a mid-grade spiritual artifact. If it weren't for the protection of the refined spiritual energy on his body, his arm would likely have suffered some minor injuries.

  But even so, Zhang Heng was already satisfied. After all, his opponent was a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, and he had used a mid-grade spiritual artifact.

  And Zhang Heng's abnormal power is only a layer of initial completion, if it can be cultivated to great success, it can completely rely on the flesh and the opponent's spiritual instrument to collide!

  Li Feng's Lingzhu and Zhang Heng clashed in a fierce blow, causing them to retreat several meters away, with even their divine senses slightly damaged.

  The moment Zhang Heng's fist collided with the dragon-patterned knife, the refined spiritual energy invaded the dragon-patterned knife, causing Li Feng, who was connected to the dragon-patterned knife's divine consciousness, to suffer a small loss.

  Rise and fall together, I am the king, this slogan is not called in vain.

  Zhang Heng exchanged a blow with the opponent's spirit tool using his fist, and immediately switched to using the Wuling Sword in his hand. Holding the enlarged giant spirit tool in his hand, he charged towards Li Feng like a warrior.

  Although this performance was very strange, both Li Feng on the field and Zhao Rui off the field felt a slight relief in their hearts.

  If this guy continues to use his fists to force the spiritual instrument, it's really not human! Moreover, such behavior like a savage can bring more psychological pressure to people.

  Zhao Rui guessed that Zhang Heng's estimation was some kind of secret method, allowing his fist to collide with the spiritual instrument for a short period of time. Although there were many methods in second-order magic that could temporarily make the body strong, none of them could be as effective as Zhang Heng's ability to collide with the spiritual instrument.

  In the vast world of cultivation, various spells and divine abilities emerge endlessly. Even the strongest divine ability holders dare not claim that they can penetrate all spells. With a history of billions of years in the world of cultivation, the various secret techniques passed down are naturally countless.

  Next, Zhang Heng's dancer-like hands grasped the enlarged Wuling Sword, fiercely chopping towards Li Feng, exerting his physical strength to the limit. Each attack carried 20% of his refined spiritual energy, forcing Li Feng to retreat repeatedly.

  "Clang clang", Zhang Heng suddenly struck out with several swords, fiercely chopping open Li Feng's dragon-patterned sword, quickly rushing to the front of his opponent, and again fiercely striking out with one sword.

  Zhao Rui stared blankly at Zhang Heng, watching as he "smashed" through with one sword after another, feeling that his opponent had more potential in using staff-type spiritual artifacts than himself.

  Zhang Heng was a nerd and wouldn't know anything about martial arts, so he could just slash away with his sword, which made him feel better and more comfortable.

  Li Feng was approached by Zhang Heng again, and he hastily withdrew his dragon-patterned sword. With both hands grasping the hilt of his sword, he blocked a blow from Zhang Heng's incoming sword.

  A loud crash.

  Li Feng was blown away!

  At this moment, he finally understood how terrifying Zhang Heng's power was.

  Just now was just a virtual manipulation of the spiritual instrument and the opponent's confrontation, the feeling is not deep. This time holding the spiritual instrument and confronting the opponent, I finally understand what it means to have a gap.

  Li Feng was struck flying like a baseball by Zhang Heng's sword, the spiritual instrument in his hand also fell out, the tiger's mouth burst open, and blood flowed from the wound.

  With a loud "thud", Li Feng fell heavily to the ground.

  Just then, Zhang Heng appeared before him again with a terrifying expression, like a savage, and stepped on his face with one foot.

  "Ah......" a mournful cry, Li Feng's face showed a look of fear.

  Zhang Heng sneered and gazed at him for a moment, then raised the Wuling Sword in his hand and fiercely chopped towards Li Feng, shouting loudly:

  "Watch me smash you to death!"

  "Don't......" Li Feng cried out in terror, begging Zhang Heng for mercy.

  Zhang Heng ignored him and swung the giant Wuling sword in his hand, like using a fire poker, heavily smashing down, but that speed was not fast.

  Li Feng was pinned to the ground by Zhang Heng's foot and couldn't move, staring fearfully at the Wuling Sword that was getting bigger in his eyes.

  He felt death slowly approaching him, helplessness, despair, and unwillingness gradually expanding in his eyes.

  "Brother Tang, stop!" At this critical moment, Zhao Rui, a figure like Tang Monk, stopped Zhang Heng's further actions.

  Zhang Heng's Wuling sword was less than an inch away from Li Feng's nose.

  Li Feng's eyes revealed a few strands of delight, at this moment, he felt that Zhao Rui, who loved to meddle in other people's business, was also lovely.

  Zhang Heng looked at Zhao Rui with an unpleasant expression and said impatiently, "Don't stop me, I'm going to smash this mad dog to death today."

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