Questioning

 After making up his mind, Han Feiyang no longer hesitated and began to quickly build up his momentum.

Powerful auras gushed out from the accupuncture points of his body.

In an instant, his hair stood up, his robes rustled, and his whole body was full of light.

The shadow of the god behind him became more solid, with clear features and full of majesty.

Seeing this scene, Yan Buqi's expression instantly became serious.

He knew that Han Feiyang was going to use a killing move.

"Split!"

Yan Buqi did not hesitate and immediately formed seals with both hands.

His body shook violently and split into three in an instant.

Then, the three figures shook again, and the three parts were directly divided into nine.

The nine figures shook again, and the nine parts were twenty-seven.

In just a blink of an eye, Yan Buqi actually transformed into twenty-seven clones!

As soon as the twenty-seven clones appeared, Yan Buqi's breathing became obviously much heavier.

This is already his limit, if there is more, his body will not be able to bear it.

"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"

Looking at the clones around him, Han Feiyang could not help but snorted coldly: "Today, I will let you see what real magical power is!"

After saying this, Han Feiyang slowly raised his hands, held them to his chest, and then pushed them forward fiercely: "Wind God's Wrath!"

At the same time as he pushed his palms out, the shadow of the god behind him also made the same move.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and there were bursts of wind and thunder.

Two huge palm shadows, carrying wind blades all over the sky, whistled out in the direction of Yan Buqi.

There were so many wind blades that they covered the sky and continued.

On the surface, this move of Wind God's Wrath was mainly palm shadows, supplemented by wind blades.

But in fact, the real killer move was hidden in the wind blades all over the sky.

"Disperse!"

Yan Buqi controlled the twenty-seven clones, and immediately scattered in all directions, flashing and dodging.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would never confront Han Feiyang's killing move head-on.

"Boom!"

The two palm shadows that Han Feiyang sent out directly smashed Yan Buqi's nine clones. Even if some were not hit head-on, they were still torn into pieces by the palm wind.

Although most of the remaining clones escaped the palm shadows, they could not avoid the attack of the wind blades.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

The wind blades in the sky, carrying terrifying lethality, continued to strangle Yan Buqi's clones.

The original twenty-seven clones began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, only a small half were left.

However, Han Feiyang's wind blades did not mean to stop at all, and they still covered the sky and the sun, continuously.

It was terrifying and numbing.

It was not until this moment that the people in the audience realized the terrifying nature of the Four Symbols of the Gods.

Even if it was just the first move, the Wrath of the Wind God, it had the power to destroy the heaven and earth.

Once it was used, the area within a hundred meters became a complete death zone.

Any living creature that appeared in it would be torn to pieces by the wind blade.

This terrifying and powerful attack has surpassed all the games they had seen before.

"As expected of a top-ranked existence on the Tianjiao Genius list, it really lives up to its reputation!"

"Why do I feel that Han Feiyang is much stronger today than yesterday?"

"That's right! Yesterday Han Feiyang also used the Wrath of the Wind God in the Four Symbols of the Heavenly God, but it was far less terrifying than today. Did he deliberately hide his strength?"

"..."

Han Feiyang's strength caused the audience to whisper.

At the same time, many people began to worry about Yan Buqi.

Facing such a strong enemy, let alone winning, it was a question whether he could save his life.

At this moment, on the ring.

After sacrificing twenty-six clones, Yan Buqi finally avoided all attacks and came to a place behind Han Feiyang.

This position is the only place that the wind blade cannot attack.

"Humph! Do you think you can survive like this? What a wishful thinking!"

Han Feiyang suddenly turned around, then made fists with both palms, and fiercely punched Yan Buqi: "Fire God's Wrath!"

The phantom of the god behind him immediately made the same move.

Boom!

There was a thunder explosion in the sky.

Two huge fists, carrying flames all over the sky, blasted towards Yan Buqi.

Wherever the flaming fists passed, the ring was charred, and even the air began to distort.

The terrifying and hot energy swept the whole arena in an instant.

Without a clone to attract the attack, Yan Buqi, who was left with only his original body, could not avoid the two huge flaming fists at all.

Since there was no way to avoid it, he would face it head-on!

Yan Buqi quickly formed seals with his hands, and a layer of silver light suddenly covered his whole body, like a layer of silver armor.

It added a bit of divine power to his originally handsome face.

"When the soldiers fight, all the formations are in front of them - break!"

After Yan Buqi finished reciting the formula, he turned into a silver light and slammed into the giant flaming fist thrown by Han Feiyang.

After a short pause in the air, the silver light and the red light collided with each other.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the earth shook.

A terrifying energy swept around with the impact point as the center.

Like a landslide and tsunami, it was unstoppable.

"Not good!"

The referee Zhang Qizheng's face changed slightly. Without hesitation, he immediately stepped forward to activate the protective formation and covered the entire ring.

Otherwise, if the energy leaked, I don't know how many people would be killed or injured. - Marinien