The fierce battle between Zhou Ping and his opponent was in full swing, with every move filled with power and killing intent.

However, due to the strength of his opponent, Zhou Ping would probably have been defeated long ago if it weren't for Chen Feng's clever assistance from the shadows.

Even so, this confrontation was still extremely difficult for Zhou Ping. He could only manage to maintain a draw with his opponent by giving it his all.

On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and Zhou Ping often finds himself in extremely dangerous situations. The perilous circumstances prevent him from being complacent in the slightest. He must remain highly vigilant at all times and deal with enemy attacks with even greater caution.

However, as the saying goes, "talent emerges under pressure," it was precisely this life-or-death struggle that caused Zhou Ping's practical experience to grow rapidly like a rocket.

Meanwhile, the battles between several other pairs of seventh-rank martial artists not far away were equally intense.

Unlike Zhou Ping and his opponents, Chen Feng did not interfere with their battle plans, allowing them to play freely.

As a result, the two sides went back and forth, neither willing to give way. Sometimes one side gained the upper hand, forcing the other side to retreat repeatedly.

But in the blink of an eye, the situation may reverse again, with the previously disadvantaged side suddenly launching a counterattack, catching the opponent off guard.

Thus, both sides had their strengths and were injured, but overall, their strengths were evenly matched and it was almost impossible to determine a winner in a short period of time.

However, only a dozen minutes had passed when the eighth-rank martial artist from the White Cloud Hunting Group arrived as swiftly as a gust of wind to support Huang Xiaoqin and Du Mingyang.

Although this eighth-rank martial artist's strength is not considered powerful compared to those top experts, as the saying goes, many hands make light work, and even his meager strength can play a significant role at this moment.

Once he joined the battle, he immediately and without hesitation charged towards the seventh-rank martial artists. The weapon in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and each attack carried a sharp momentum that his opponents dared not underestimate.

At the same time, he skillfully used his agile and versatile movements to constantly move around the enemy, launching surprise attacks or disrupting the opponent's offensive rhythm from time to time.

In this way, although he could not deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, he successfully attracted the attention of some seventh-rank martial artists, relieving some of the pressure on Huang Xiaoqin and Du Mingyang.

With the assistance of this eighth-rank martial artist, Huang Xiaoqin and Du Mingyang, who were initially at a disadvantage, gradually stabilized their position and began to slowly gain the upper hand.

As the battle continued, Huang Xiaoqin's swordsmanship became increasingly sharp, with her sword moves pouring out like a storm.

Du Mingyang, on the other hand, held firm to the defensive line with his solid defensive skills, giving the enemy no chance to take advantage.

Gradually, the seventh-rank martial artists in front of them began to show signs of strain...

The fierce battle between Zhang Qingyun and his adversary was truly remarkable.

It should be noted that the opponent was merely a mid-stage seventh-rank martial artist, but this person was a veteran of many battles, and his accumulated combat experience was extremely rich!

That is why, when facing Zhang Qingyun, whose strength was clearly superior to his own—a powerful figure who had already entered the late stage of the seventh rank—this opponent not only showed no fear, but instead displayed amazing resilience and fighting spirit.

The two exchanged blows, their fists and palms clashing, their moves fierce and powerful, and for a time it was impossible to determine a winner.

Zhang Qingyun thought that with his superior cultivation, he could quickly suppress his opponent, but things did not go as planned.

The opponent skillfully employed various tactics and techniques to repeatedly deflect Zhang Qingyun's attacks and launch timely counterattacks, making Zhang Qingyun feel quite troubled.

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce. Every move and every stance contained tremendous power. The surrounding air seemed to be stirred by their momentum, forming invisible currents of air.

If Zhang Qingyun hadn't ultimately been superior in cultivation and able to unleash a more powerful martial skill at the crucial moment, he probably would have been defeated by this seemingly insignificant opponent!

As for the agile Zhang Baiyun, he had already recognized his opponent, who was hiding his face and wearing a black cloth, as Liu Heitu, with whom he had a long-standing grudge, at the very beginning of the fight!

Although Liu Heitu was deliberately trying to conceal his true intentions, the unique martial arts skills he displayed could not be faked in the slightest.

Zhang Baiyun's eyes widened, his hair stood on end in anger, and he unleashed a flurry of attacks on Liu Heitu.

At the same time, he shouted and cursed at the other party without any mercy: "You Liu Heitu, how dare you play tricks here! Today I will show you what I, your grandfather, am capable of!"

In an instant, all sorts of foul language poured out of Zhang Baiyun's mouth, cursing Liu Heitu's ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, faced with such a fierce attack and unbearable insults, Liu Heitu seemed not to hear them at all, keeping his lips tightly closed and not daring to respond in the slightest.

Chen Feng moved like lightning, his longsword flashing as he continuously parried the fierce attacks from the masked seventh-rank peak martial artist in front of him.

At the same time, his powerful mental energy spread like an invisible net, quietly reaching out to the dense forest two kilometers away, carefully sensing the every move of the mysterious black-robed figures hidden within.

Despite facing such a formidable enemy, Chen Feng showed no sign of panic.

Instead, he skillfully controlled the strength and rhythm of his strikes, deliberately pretending to be giving it his all and struggling to hold on.

The seventh-rank peak martial artist on the other side was not to be outdone. Every move he made contained boundless power, and he engaged in a thrilling life-or-death struggle with Chen Feng.

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