As the battle begins, the virtual image of Thousand Hands transforms into Big Bang and appears again.
Xie Peng also skillfully held up the magical shield.
The only difference was that Xie Peng started to fight back from time to time, but unfortunately all he hit were Xu Lingtai's clones.
But Xie Peng was not discouraged, and still very patiently defended against the bombing of the Thousand Hands virtual image, while determining the location of Xu Lingtai's real body.
Because the fluctuations in the battle between the two were too huge, the elders who maintained the arena in Qianling Sect used magical powers to expand the entire arena ten times, allowing the two to fight on top.
As the two men fought longer and longer, the disciples of the two sects in the audience began to become bored.
One side is bombing, the other side is defense, defense and defense.
Xu Lingtai finally launched a few big moves, but Xie Peng used his secret magic to easily dodge them.
"Your defense reminds me of my sect's senior brother." Xu Lingtai's voice sounded on the battlefield.
"You are also very powerful. If you persist like this for three days, I might be defeated." Xie Peng's voice said he was very relaxed, indicating that I could still bear it.
"Then keep insisting."
At this time, a hundred solid smelted spiritual iron alloys as big as basketballs appeared next to the virtual image of Thousand Hands.
The spiritual iron alloy is engraved with a simple thunder pattern array.
The Yinling Sect disciples who were watching the battle under the ring began to open their eyes wide and began to appreciate the unique magical power of the Yinling Sect.
At this time, Xie Peng in the ring felt a sense of crisis and instantly activated his strongest defensive powers.
A giant sign made of earth and metal protected Xie Peng.
Later, Xu Lingtai's electromagnetic gun magical power appeared in front of the Qianling Sect disciples for the first time.
"Peng~"
There was a soft sound, followed by a sound that pierced the air.
The basketball-sized spirit iron alloy instantly hit Xie Peng's giant shield.
"Boom~"
The wave of collision swept across the entire arena, and the combined elder of Qianling Sect who was guarding the edge of the arena waved his hand and appeared with a transparent shield at the edge of the arena.
Xie Peng looked at the crack on the giant shield in shock, and his scalp was numb. The defense he was proud of was broken by this magical power?
At this time, two sounds of tearing the air sounded again.
Xie Pengrong couldn't think about it, and simply gave up his giant shield and turned into an afterimage to avoid the two electromagnetic cannon attacks.
Afterwards, the Thousand-Hand Virtual Image kept casting spells.
Electromagnetic cannons blasted at Xie Peng one after another, but Xie Peng dodged them one after another.
Then he fired two consecutive shots and three consecutive shots, trying to block Xie Peng's movement, but it didn't help after several times.
At this time, the expression of the elder who was guarding the edge of the ring began to become solemn.
Prepare to cast a spell to save Xie Peng at the critical moment.
After all, this shot would leave only dregs on Jin Danqi's body.
At this time, the disciples of the two sects in the audience all opened their mouths and looked at the scene on the ring in shock.
On the one hand, he was shocked by the power of each shot of the electromagnetic gun.
On the other hand, I was also surprised by Xie Peng's positioning. Every time Xie Peng was about to hit, he narrowly avoided every attack.
After a burst of wild bombardment at Xu Lingtai, he finally understood the importance of positioning and sealing position that the master said at that time.
If the master was here, I guess this kid wouldn't be able to dodge a single shot.
Xu Lingtai thought unwillingly.
At this time, all the thunder-marked shells in the sky had been fired, and Xu Lingtai also stopped continuing the bombing attack.
"Keep going, do you have no spiritual power, or do you want to give up?"
Xie Peng looked at the Thousand Hands virtual image in the sky and said with a hint of pride in his tone.
"You just said that you can't beat me under normal circumstances, but do you have another situation?" Xie Peng said indifferently.
He admitted that he was being a little provocative.
At this time, Xu Lingtai's figure appeared in the sky, and he looked down at Xie Peng on the ring.
"Our two sects can be regarded as good friends. My second method is too cruel and can easily break the enemy's Taoist heart. It's better for me not to use it."
"How about this game being considered a draw?" Xu Lingtai said.
At this time, Xu Fan and Zhan Ling raised their eyebrows at the same time, looking like they both wanted to see but couldn't bear to see.
Xie Peng, who was on the stage, released a stronger fighting spirit after hearing Xu Lingtai's words.
The method is too cruel and it is too easy to destroy the Taoist heart. As one of the top ten disciples of the Qianling Sect's Golden Core Stage, am I afraid? Can I back down?
My monks, why fear a battle!
At this time, Xie Peng suddenly saluted Xu Lingtai and said.
"Please use the other method, Fellow Daoist Xu." Xie Peng said sincerely.
"Are you sure?" Xu Lingtai said somewhat unbearably.
"Today I will take one step back, and tomorrow I will take the second step back." Xie Peng looked at Xu Lingtai and said seriously.
"I understand." After Xu Lingtai finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared.
Then thousands of rays of light flashed from the Thousand Hands virtual image, covering the entire arena.
After that, countless visions appeared, countless heavenly immortals, rare and strange beasts, fairy dancers, and gods appeared.
Xie Peng looked at this, his eyes narrowed, and he used his strongest defensive power.
Guard your mind to prevent illusion from invading.
Xu Fan and Zhan Ling, who were outside the secret realm, both sighed slightly, what was supposed to come had come.
"What's the name of this magical power?" Zhan Ling asked curiously.
"My useless disciple has a very beautiful name, Feast in the Immortal Palace." Xu Fan said.
At this time, when the Yinling Sect disciples saw this strange phenomenon, they all sighed slightly. Some of them could no longer bear to watch the battle.
Xie Peng, who was on the stage, felt as if he was in a fairy palace. A grand gourmet feast was about to begin.
Countless scents that haunted him began to stimulate his sense of smell.
"Is it just an illusion?" Xie Peng said with some disdain. His state of mind was extremely high and he was no longer afraid of illusions.
Xie Peng stuck to his heart and turned a blind eye to any temptation in the illusion.
Xu Lingtai in the sky looked at Xie Peng's performance and said with a smile: "The state of mind is quite high."
Then the Thousand-Hand Virtual Image continued to form seals and cast spells. The second, third, and fourth levels of the illusion of the Feast in the Immortal Palace were directly applied to Xie Peng.
For a moment, Xie Peng only felt the world spinning, and when he came to his senses again, he was already in the feast of the Heavenly Palace.
Several fairies surrounded him and tried their best to invite him to the fairy palace feast.
Xie Peng couldn't help but look away after looking at that charming, delicate and holy look.
Xie Peng, who was about to be immersed in the illusion, suddenly broke away from the tender pull of several fairies, used the magical power of the heart mirror, and broke away from the first illusion.
When Xie Peng felt that the surrounding environment was completely new, he opened his eyes and found that he was still in the feast of the fairy palace.
The only thing that has changed is that the fairies have been replaced, but they are still as beautiful and gentle as ever, as if every word can bring the hero into a gentle land.
Xie Peng only felt a sense of dizziness in his head. He knew that this was a precursor to sinking into the illusion.
"Keep your mind and heart together, the Tao is natural, and all things are empty, not..."
Xie Peng used his last bit of reason and used his magical power to break the illusion.
