The starry sky was deep, and two Dao Body shadows collided rapidly.
Ma Kuo holds a big sword in his hand, and the flames jump on the sword. Every time he swings it, it will leave a gorgeous trajectory in the void.
Jiang Ping An wields the stick, his domineering power seems to be able to break through the world, making him invincible.
Knife and stick collide, the domineering stick is superior.
However, Ma Kuo did not panic at all, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
The use of magic by monks who have not yet become immortals consumes a huge amount of energy, and the stick skills used by the opponent are so domineering and powerful, which will definitely consume a lot of energy. Such a powerful offensive cannot be sustained for long.
Ma Kuo did not choose to fight Jiang Ping An head-on, but slowly delayed it, waiting until the opponent's energy was exhausted before giving him a fatal blow.
Jiang Ping An mocked with disdain. "That's it? I beat you to the point where you can't fight back."
Ma Kuo's face darkened.
Jiang Ping An waved the stick while continuing to taunt, "I thought you were so arrogant and powerful, but this is the case. I am a level lower than you, and I can overpower you and beat you. You Immortal Second Generation rely on Lineage. You can't beat me in refining weapons, and you can't beat me in a martial arts competition. What else do you have the ability to do?"
"You bastard! You are seeking death on your own!"
Ma Kuo, who originally wanted to delay, heard a series of taunts, and the anger in his heart erupted like a flame. The powerful Divergent Flame power melted the void, and every sword seemed to have a peerless Fierce Beast galloping.
Although these big Lineage monks are proud of their Lineage, they also hate others saying that they rely on Lineage and have no ability on their own.
Terrifying flames enveloped Jiang Ping An, and the situation reversed. Ma Kuo gained the upper hand, and Jiang Ping An suffered consecutive defeats.
"No matter how crazy you are! No matter how arrogant you are! Fight back! Do you really think I can't beat you! Why are you crazy about me!"
Ma Kuo frantically vented his inner anger.
Jiang Ping An remained silent, kept retreating, and defended cautiously.
No one is surprised by this situation.
"The gap between the realms of the two is here. It is impossible for this monk who uses a stick to defeat the other."
"I really don't know what this Domain Realm Middle Stage monk is thinking, actually challenging a monk who is a level higher than himself."
"Maybe I'm too arrogant. I think I have the ability to fight across levels. Now that I'm gone, there's no need to watch anymore."
Many people thought that there was no suspense in this competition and had no desire to watch it, so they turned around and left.
Bao Zhi His whole heart was in suspense, and he quickly said to the immortal next to him, "Two seniors, you can't hold on anymore, take action quickly!"
The two immortals did not move. Although the shopkeeper was at a disadvantage, based on their years of experience, this battle would not end easily.
From the beginning to the end, the shopkeeper's expression did not change at all. He was able to defend with ease and had extremely rich combat experience. This was like the combat qualities of a battle-hardened warrior.
They guessed that the shopkeeper must have some tricks up his sleeve.
The battle between the two lasted for several hours. Ma Kuo, who had always been in the upper hand, could not defeat Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An relies on Strength Law to keep consuming the opponent.
The strongest thing about Strength Law is that in addition to increasing your own strength, it can also weaken the enemy's strength, making it very suitable for combat.
This is also one of the reasons why there are so many monks who have understood Strength Law.
Ma Kuo realized that he had fallen into a trap. The other party deliberately angered him and made him consume a lot of energy.
"You're really despicable. You want to consume my energy? I won't let you succeed!"
Ma Kuo Stop losses in time, stop crazy attacks, slow down the pace, and restore energy.
Jiang Ping An said calmly, "I am almost familiar with this stick technique, there is no need to continue."
The competition with Ma Kuo was not only for the other party's shop, but also because he hadn't fought for many years and was bored to play for a while and get familiar with the stick technique.
"No need to continue? Are you going to admit defeat? Don't even think about it!" Ma Kuo sneered.
"The Dharma Treasure in your shop belongs to me, you can leave." Jiang Ping An's whole temperament changed drastically, and a terrifying murderous intent burst out from his body, and the sky was instantly dyed with blood.
The terrifying aura was like the arrival of a demon, making the monks watching the battle stiffen in fear, the energy in their bodies solidified, and they instinctively fled.
Ma Kuo's face was even more frightened. The fear of death made him subconsciously release his sword to defend himself.
"It's over."
Jiang Ping An restrained his murderous intent and did not continue to attack. The moment the opponent took out the immortal weapon, the result of this competition was already known.
As the murderous aura disappeared, the spectators realized that their clothes were already wet with sweat.
They looked at Jiang Ping An in horror.
"This... who is this guy? He can release such terrifying murderous intent!"
"Achieve Dao through Slaughter?"
"How many people did he have to kill before he could unleash such terrifying murderous intent."
Everyone was frightened by the killing intent released by Jiang Ping An, even the immortals watching the battle were shocked.
Under the Immortals, not many people can remain calm under such terrifying murderous intent, and the inner fear will be infinitely magnified.
To unleash such terrifying murderous intent, a lot of creatures must have been killed.
"Your shop is mine."
Jiang Ping An glanced at Ma Kuo, turned around and flew back.
Ma Kuo's face changed back and forth. He never expected that the battle would end in this way.
The other party just released a killing intent, which frightened him into confusion.
Anger, unwillingness, jealousy, resentment and other emotions fill the heart.
Two consecutive defeats made Ma Kuo's mentality explode. He stared at Jiang Ping An's back with murderous intent and urged the sword in his hand to strike.
"Go to hell!!"
The two immortals hired by Bao Zhi looked at each other and immediately rushed forward to block the attack.
However, a Dao Body shadow stood in front of him.
It's Dao Protector, Xing Jie Wu of Ma Kuo.
In just a moment of blocking, the sword had already struck Jiang Ping An on the back.
"Shopkeeper!"
"My lord!"
The faces of the two immortals and Bao Zhi changed greatly.
"Pfft~"
Jiang Ping An was cut in half.
Bao Zhi's head was banged, and he fell limply to the ground, his expression was dull, his mind went blank, and there was only one thought left: Sir, he is dead.
"Haha~ So what if the store gives it to you? Do you have the right to take it! You bastard!" Ma Kuo laughed ferociously, his face full of excitement after revenge.
No one expected that he would make a sneak attack, and there was a lot of cursing all around.
"It's really despicable. If you can't beat me head-on, you'll attack by sneak attack."
"What a disgusting guy, Divine Tower Weapon Pavilion's people are so poorly educated."
"I will never buy anything from the Divine Tower Weapon Pavilion again. Who knows if Dharma Treasure will come back if there is a problem?"
What ordinary monks care about most is fairness. They don't have a monstrous background. If they encounter injustice, they have no way to solve it, so they will be particularly angry when they see this kind of thing.
"No! There is no blood! The man is not dead!"
Someone noticed that there was no blood from the split Jiang Ping An.
At this time, the split Jiang Ping An turned into immortal energy and dispersed.
"Clone!"
Everyone's eyes widened. When did this person become a clone? Not found at all.
Ma Kuo's wild laughter stopped abruptly.
"If you want to chop off my clone, you can give me money and let you chop it off."
A soft voice sounded at the door of the Hundred Weapons Sect store.
Everyone looked back suddenly.
I saw Jiang Ping An leaning against the door, holding a teacup in his hand, sipping tea slowly.
Everyone was astonished, "When did he go back? He must have been too fast."
"No! It's impossible for him to leave quietly under the eyes of so many people, or even hide it from the eyes of the immortals. Perhaps, from the beginning, the one who competed with Ma Kuo was a clone!"