Chapter 1582 The yellow-clothed middle-aged man was defeated

In just a few breaths, the yellow-clothed middle-aged man's magical power worked. Jin Fenghua glanced at the space in front of her and suddenly felt that the air around her was flowing backwards, and the space was also flowing backwards, as if everything in the world was flowing backwards. Moreover, her body was constantly shrinking, and she looked like she had turned back to her childhood. Her skin became whiter and her body became smaller. The originally slender Ana's figure became like that of a child, but unfortunately, her strength did not decrease at all. Her strength is now exactly the same, without any change.

The middle-aged man in yellow also noticed this, and was suddenly shocked. He said in disbelief: "Why, why, what's going on, why doesn't your strength change with the passage of time?"

Jin Fenghua smiled coldly and said: "I originally thought that your magic was extremely powerful, and it had already formed a nightmare in my memory. I didn't expect to see it again now. It's really useless. Well, I don't think you will waste any more effort. Let me kill you in the past!"

Jin Fenghua looked at the middle-aged man in yellow far away, who was not sure how many light years away. She smiled coldly, moved her body, and her young body directly passed through the layers of storms and arrived in front of the middle-aged man in yellow. It was clear that she was just a child, just a girl, but her own speed was like the speed of light. In an instant, billions of light years passed and arrived beside the middle-aged man in yellow.

Under the terrifying magical power of the middle-aged man in yellow, the distance between him and Jin Fenghua had already been pulled away by countless light years, but unfortunately the Terminator was extremely powerful, far more powerful than he had ever known. Now Jin Fenghua appeared silently in front of the middle-aged man in yellow.

The middle-aged man in yellow swallowed a breath of cold air, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. Before he could react, his spiritual sense seemed to be suppressed by a very sharp and terrifying aura above his head that could even cut through space. This made his eyelids jump instantly and his whole body went cold.

He raised his head and looked upwards. He saw Jin Fenghua slashing down at him with her fingertips as before. Her fingertips were like a sharp sword. Many golden symbols appeared between her fingers. They were extremely brilliant and gorgeous, just like real gold. Sparks flew everywhere. When her fingertips passed, the space broke layer by layer, and a turbulent air wave broke through the bottom of the void, revealing the dark storm turbulence behind. It was extremely terrifying.

To be fair, the middle-aged man in yellow thought that he could also create such spatial turbulence and spatial storms, but he couldn't do it with just one finger. Even if he concentrated all his strength and tried his best to burst out his strongest moves, he couldn't do it at all, and couldn't do it easily.

The middle-aged man in yellow gritted his teeth and suddenly took out a big sword from his hand. On the big sword, thunder and fire flashed, and countless talismans crackled, as if countless surging powers had exploded, sweeping with brilliant light, like a thunderbolt, slashing towards Jin Fenghua's finger.

With a loud bang, a violent explosion spread everywhere, even the depths of the void were in turmoil, the avenues were wiped out, and the space seemed to be blown into a supernova. Particle beams gushed out in all directions, and the terrifying aura was brighter and more amazing than the solar storm. The rumble swept across billions of light years. Outside the light years, the fat monk stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, with a touch of shock in his eyes. In front of him, the middle-aged man in yellow, Jin Fenghua, had disappeared. They went to another place, to another parallel time and space, where they started a fierce battle.

Soon after, the space buzzed twice, and there was a wave. Jin Fenghua came out again, and opposite her, the middle-aged man in yellow also came out, but unfortunately, the middle-aged man in yellow was exploded all over, bloody, and ragged, looking like a beggar. Jin Fenghua was still in high spirits, with his hands behind his back, every piece of cloth on his body was intact, the whole person was intact, and his red hair fluttered in the wind.

Her sword was full of blood, and every drop was the blood of the middle-aged man in yellow.

The result was obvious, the middle-aged man in yellow was defeated, and Jin Fenghua won.