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Situ Chengjun and Su Feiyang repeatedly closed in, trying to find a weakness in the zombie, but were repeatedly repelled by its bone club. Their injuries worsened, and their energy was being depleted at an ever-increasing rate. Although the Meteorite Puppet had lost its handy weapon, its material was tough and comparable to a low-grade earth-level magic weapon. With its powerful body alone, it could fight the zombie head-on, and its combat strength should not be underestimated.

Su Mu deliberately controlled the Meteorite Puppet, preventing it from releasing the true essence and true fire stored within its body, and only letting it fight with its physical strength—he wanted to conserve the Meteorite Puppet's power so that it could sustain the battle for longer and avoid premature depletion.

After a long and arduous battle, even with the suppression of the Four Directions Sword Prison Formation, the zombie maintained a firm advantage and never fell into a disadvantageous position. The Yin energy at the bottom of the crack grew increasingly dense, almost solidifying, and coupled with the eerie drumming sounds that occasionally came from the rattle drum, Situ Chengjun and Su Feiyang gradually felt agitated and confused. They even began to experience hallucinations, and their sea of ​​consciousness began to sting.

"Brother, we can't keep dragging this on!" Situ Chengjun suppressed his frustration and transmitted his voice to Su Feiyang with a hint of urgency. "This zombie seems reckless and violent, but it's actually very cunning. It's clearly trying to lull us into a false sense of security by stalling for time, taking the opportunity to deplete our physical strength, internal energy, and soul power!"

"I noticed it too!" Su Feiyang's divine sense responded with a hint of solemnity. "We've already exhausted most of our power with those two evil talismans. The malevolent energy here is constantly eroding our meridians, and the drumbeats are draining our souls and willpower. If this stalemate continues, we'll be worn down sooner or later, and defeat will be inevitable!"

The two had also tried to attack the zombie's soul, attempting to break it from within, but no matter what kind of soul attack they used, it had no effect on the zombie, as if its soul had already been tempered into indestructible by evil power.

"Brother, if you have a killer move, use it quickly!" Situ Chengjun transmitted his voice again, his tone clearly urging, "If we keep holding back, we might not even have the chance to use it!"

Both knew they possessed trump cards, but were unwilling to reveal them easily because the other was not on their side and had the Meteorite Puppet nearby. However, the current situation was critical, leaving them no room for further reservations.

"Alright! After I make my move, I hope you will follow closely and not hold back!" Su Feiyang immediately agreed. After receiving Situ Chengjun's affirmative response, he no longer hesitated and frantically circulated his internal energy, fully urging the longsword in his hand.

In an instant, Su Feiyang was surrounded by dazzling sword light, and the long sword in his hand also shone brightly. Man and sword seemed to become one, and an extremely sharp sword aura burst forth from his body, sweeping across the bottom of the entire crack.

The blazing fire enveloped Su Feiyang's body and the longsword in his hand. The firelight and sword light intertwined, dazzling the eye. Even those without profound swordsmanship could tell at a glance that Su Feiyang was preparing to activate the supreme state of "man and sword as one" and unleash a powerful sword move that could turn the tide of battle.

Su Mu's divine sense was locked on Su Feiyang, and he secretly praised him: "As expected of a True Martial Realm sword genius from ten thousand years ago, his foundation and strength are indeed extraordinary!" At this moment, Su Feiyang's aura was sharp and unparalleled. His vigorous sword momentum could even mobilize the power of the Four Directions Sword Prison Formation. The two echoed each other, making the power even greater.

Situ Chengjun, standing to the side, was also filled with anticipation. He had long heard that the sword skills of Xichuan Sword Pavilion were renowned throughout the world, and now he finally had the opportunity to witness them firsthand. He felt both curious and a little apprehensive—he wanted to see just how powerful the killing moves of this sword genius of his generation were.

To buy Su Feiyang enough time to unleash this powerful sword move, Situ Chengjun, despite his injuries, charged at the zombie again, his longsword swinging even more swiftly; the Meteorite Puppet also exerted its strength at the same time, using its physical body to withstand the zombie's attacks, tightly entangled it, and not allowing it to have a chance to interfere with Su Feiyang.

Without keeping everyone waiting long, Su Feiyang's aura reached its peak. With a swift movement, his spiritual body transformed into a sword, completely entering the realm of man and sword as one. Countless sword lights converged from the four-sided sword prison formation, swirling around him and his longsword, gradually condensing into a huge light sword phantom. True fire burned fiercely on the light sword, and its sharp sword aura almost tore through the air.

The next second, Su Feiyang controlled the enormous light sword phantom, slashing down at the zombie with earth-shattering momentum. The zombie was already locked onto by the light sword phantom and had no way to dodge. It could only subconsciously raise the bone club in its hand to block above its head, while simultaneously activating the bone club with all its might, causing the mysterious patterns around its body to flow wildly and condense into an incomparably thick, blood-red, eerie defensive light shield.

Bang! ! !

A deafening roar erupted at the bottom of the crack. The crimson defensive shield, struck by the massive lightsaber, instantly cracked and collapsed. Immediately afterward, Su Feiyang's longsword clashed violently with the zombie's bone club. With a crisp "crack," the low-grade earth-rank bone club was cleanly severed in two by the longsword!

After this attack, the illusory sword light around Su Feiyang dimmed considerably, and its power was greatly diminished. However, he did not stop attacking. After severing the bone club, his longsword still carried residual power as it continued to slash downwards. In desperation, the zombie raised an arm above its head, attempting to block this fatal blow.

The longsword was ultimately blocked by the bronze gauntlet on the zombie's arm—though the gauntlet was cleaved by the sword and riddled with deep cracks, it successfully blocked the sword's attack, preventing it from injuring the zombie's arm. Even so, this was enough to demonstrate the power of Su Feiyang's killing move; not only could it sever a low-grade earth-rank bone club in one strike, but its residual power could also cleave a bronze gauntlet of the same grade.

Su Mu narrowed his eyes, secretly calculating in his mind: "The power of this sword move is probably no less than the Extreme Killing Sword Technique I used. It is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden." Compared to Su Mu's composure, Situ Chengjun's expression changed drastically at this moment, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly - he knew clearly that if he were to take this attack head-on, even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured and no longer able to fight.

He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't acted impulsively and attacked Su Feiyang, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

call!

The excruciating pain of the bone club being severed seemed to have completely enraged the zombie. Its aura surged again, becoming even more ferocious. Before Su Feiyang could recover, it unleashed a powerful punch, carrying a dense concentration of Yin energy, which slammed solidly into Su Feiyang's body.

Su Feiyang was still protected by the remaining illusory images of light swords, and he was also wearing a high-grade treasure robe. Although he took a solid punch, he was not seriously injured. He flew backward, and the illusory images of light swords around him completely dissipated. His face turned as pale as paper, and his aura weakened considerably. Even the hand that was tightly gripping the longsword was trembling slightly—this attack had exhausted most of his power.

"Brother, aren't you going to make a move?!" Su Feiyang suppressed the surging blood and qi within him and transmitted his voice to Situ Chengjun with a hint of dissatisfaction. "We just agreed that we would unleash our killing moves one after the other, giving it no chance to breathe. How can you delay?"