"Click~"
After countless confrontations, the heavenly-level immortal weapon in Zhu Wuhen's hand broke.
Zhu Wuhen's golden eyes narrowed, "What a weird attack method, it can actually destroy the fairy weapon."
He threw the fairy sword aside without any concern.
"Jiang Ping An, you are very strong. You are the strongest among all the immortals I have ever seen. If we continue fighting like this, we won't be able to end the battle in less than a few thousand years. One move will determine the outcome and save time."
Immortal-level battles do take time. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for immortals of the same level to kill each other. Heavenly Immortal Realm It is normal for strong people to fight each other for thousands of years.
Zhu Wuhen had to admit that the Jiang Ping An in front of him was on par with his strength.
Although if he continues to fight, he will definitely win, but it is too time-consuming.
"How do you want to determine victory or defeat with one move?"
Jiang Ping An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and activated his immortal power to treat the injuries on his body.
"It's very simple. Each side uses one move to attack the other. Whoever retreats further loses. Otherwise, the other side wins."
Zhu Wuhen spoke his mind.
Jiang Ping An nodded, "Okay, no problem, attack together or turn-based."
"Turn-based, I'll attack first, you can resist the attack."
Zhu Wuhen did not wait for Jiang Ping An to respond and directly cast the magic spell.
He clasped his hands together, and a phantom of Golden Peng stretched across the stars appeared behind him. Golden Peng's whole body was golden, shining with dazzling colors, and everything lost its light at this moment.
Golden Peng flaps its wings, one wing dances the space fairyland, and the other wing dances Wind Immortal Dao. The two Rules tools materialize into thousands of Immortal Rune, and merge together. In an instant, a tornado that connects the earth to the sky appears.
This is the most powerful attack magic mastered by Zhu Wuhen - "Golden Peng Storm".
A powerful immortal technique that combines the power of space and wind.
This magic has terrible destructive power. If you are involved in it, you will be strangled by thousands of space blades and storm blades in just an instant.
Generally, immortals will turn into minced flesh if they are caught in it, and few people of the same level can stop it.
The only way to deal with this magic is to run away.
However, this tornado is the magical combination of Space Rule and Wind Rule. How many people can escape it?
Even if Jiang Ping An can run away, according to the agreement, the person who retreats and runs far will lose the contest.
"Go!"
Zhu Wuhen pushed forward with both hands, and the storm tornado sped towards Jiang Ping An.
Wherever the tornado passed, everything was crushed.
Jiang Ping An did not retreat, but turned on Devouring Space to block in front of him.
His strongest defense method now is actually Devouring Power.
Devouring Power can swallow most attacks.
Just for a moment, Golden Peng Storm collided with Devouring Black Hole.
Both of them burst out with terrifying power.
Tatsumaki wants to destroy everything, and Devouring Power wants to absorb the opponent.
The two sides clashed wildly, the space collapsed, and everything Rules became chaotic.
Suddenly, Jiang Ping An's expression changed.
Devouring Black Hole could not withstand the damage of the storm and began to crumble and disintegrate.
If he mastered "Devouring Heaven Demon Scripture" Fourth Floor, Devouring Black Hole would never be destroyed so easily.
"Boom~"
The tornado crushed Black Hole and hit Jiang Ping An directly.
Jiang Ping An immediately waved Bone Blade, trying to use the attack of "Devil Silk Shadow" to weaken the power of the tornado.
Although Blade Intent's attack is strong, it is far less powerful than the tornado. Blade Intent fell on the tornado and was directly swallowed and submerged by the tornado, causing minimal hindrance.
Jiang Ping An immediately retreated and continued to use Devouring Power to offset the power of the tornado.
It may be that Jiang Ping An was too persistent in destroying the tornado, which caused him to fail to keep up with the retreat speed and quickly got involved.
The terrifying power of the storm was rampant on his body, and his flesh and blood disappeared. In just a moment, only black bones were left on his body.
Under the attack of this powerful force, the black bones gradually fell apart and finally disappeared.
The tornado flew far away before dissipating.
The minced Jiang Ping An condensed again.
His face was pale and his immortal power fluctuated weakly.
Zhu Wuhen's blow consumed a lot of his immortal power.
It is difficult for attacks of the same level to hurt Origin. Generally speaking, the stronger the attack, the more destructive it is to the body.
This requires more immortal power to be consumed for treatment.
For a terrifying fairy spell like "Golden Peng Storm", every moment of attack is actually equivalent to thousands of attacks.
Treating an injury of this level naturally requires a greater amount of immortal power.
Zhu Wuhen stood there, looking at the embarrassed Jiang Ping An, with the corners of his mouth raised, wearing a winner's smile.
"Jiang Ping An, it's your turn to attack. I hope you have the same level of magic that can knock me out this far."
Let's not talk about whether Jiang Ping An has such a powerful skill. Even if he does, he will definitely win this competition.
The reason is very simple. His Space Power is not only a top-level offensive magic, but also a top-level defensive magic, which can directly deflect attacks.
According to the agreement just now, whoever is beaten far away will lose.
Jiang Ping An took a long breath and said, "As expected of Golden Peng Holy Land, he is an elite. He is amazing."
"It seems that your daughter is destined to marry me. Your daughter will only feel honored to have a man like me."
Zhu Wuhen has decided that he has won.
Jiang Ping An shook his head, "I won this competition."
Zhu Wuhen crossed his arms and looked at a fool, "You said you won before you even started attacking. I don't know where you got the confidence."
"I've attacked."
Jiang Ping An said lightly.
"Already attacked?"
Zhu Wuhen immediately became alert and looked around, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see any attacks coming.
"Are you kidding me? How can there be any attack?"
Zhu Wuhen As soon as he said these words, the surrounding space began to crumble and wither like a broken mirror.
Zhu Wuhen's eyes flashed, and his consciousness returned.
He was lying on the ground, with a fairy sword pressed between his eyebrows.
And this fairy sword is exactly the fairy sword he threw away before.
However, there are no cracks in this fairy sword.
What's even weirder is that this world in the painting has been riddled with holes in the previous battle, but at this moment, it has returned to normal, as if it had not experienced a battle.
"Illusion!"
Zhu Wuhen exclaimed in shock, with a face full of shock and disbelief, "When did I fall under the illusion? Could it be that I have been under the illusion since I entered World in the Painting?"
He didn't even realize when he fell under the illusion.
Although he did not cultivate his soul, he also used medicine to enhance his soul. How could anyone at the same level silently perform illusions on him?
This makes Zhu Wuhen not believe it.
Jiang Ping An's eyes were so calm without any disturbance, he slowly pierced the fairy sword to Zhu Wuhen's ear and said calmly:
"I won."