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October 5, 2024

At this moment, not only the audience, but also Han Feiyang on the stage, was a little confused by Yan Buqi's sudden clone technique.

When did the Yama Palace have such a unique skill?

The key is that the clone technique used by this guy in front of him is not inferior to Lin Yuan at all.

With his eyesight, he can't quickly judge the truth.

It can be seen that Yan Buqi's clone technique has reached the level of perfection, and it is definitely not a one or two day's work.

No wonder Yan Buqi can defeat Lin Yuan, it turns out that the other party is also proficient in the clone technique.

Knowing yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

It is precisely because of Yan Buqi's understanding of the clone technique that he can quickly find the flaws and break it.

It must be said that this guy in front of him is hiding very deeply.

Of course, although he was surprised, Han Feiyang was not at all impressed.

In his opinion, although the clone technique is a bit troublesome, it is just that, it is nothing more than a little more effort.

"It's a little, but it won't work, because you're still going to lose." Han Feiyang said coldly.

"Whether I win or lose, you'll know only after the fight!" Yan Buqi didn't waste any words and rushed forward again.

He twisted the folding fan in his hand, and a three-inch-long sword blade popped out from the front.

Yan Buqi used the folding fan as a sword and stabbed Han Feiyang's chest fiercely.

Facing such a powerful enemy, there can be no holding back, and any hiding of clumsiness will be the cause of defeat.

"Don't overestimate your ability!"

Han Feiyang snorted coldly, his feet still did not move, just raised his palm and pushed it forward fiercely.

"Boom!"

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

A huge palm shadow like a truck roared out with the force of thunder and hit Yan Buqi directly.

This palm destroyed the world and was unstoppable.

"Split!"

Yan Buqi quickly formed a seal with one hand.

During the sprint, the whole person suddenly split into three. While avoiding the palm shadow, three figures attacked Han Feiyang from three directions.

The three figures were real and fake, and it was difficult to tell the real from the fake.

"Get out!"

Han Feiyang opened his arms suddenly, and his palms hit Yan Buqi from both sides at the same time.

Then, he kicked out and hit Yan Buqi who was attacking from the front.

Three figures, two palms and one kick, just enough to deal with.

"Split!" When Han Feiyang launched his attack, Yan Buqi's figure suddenly shook and split into three again.

One divided into three, three divided into nine.

In the blink of an eye, there were nine more Yan Buqi on the ring.

Moreover, there was no difference between the clones and the original body, and it was impossible to tell the real from the fake.

"This clone technique is not inferior to Lin Yuan at all!"

"To be honest, I think Yan Buqi's clone technique is better than Lin Yuan's, because he can dodge Han Feiyang's attack while splitting."

"That's right, in terms of skills and timing, Yan Buqi is indeed better than Lin Yuan."

"..."

Yan Buqi's amazing performance made the audience whisper.

Although Yan Buqi defeated Lin Yuan before, most people think it was mostly luck.

Because Lin Yuan underestimated the enemy at first, he lost the initiative and was seriously injured. Although he recovered the disadvantage and used his own skills later.

But in the end, he was not in good condition and was finally defeated by Yan Buqi.

Lin Yuan's underestimation of the enemy, coupled with Yan Buqi's luck, created the outcome of the weak defeating the strong.

In the past, they thought so.

But now, after seeing Yan Buqi's ability, they have completely changed their views.

The opponent is not opportunistic and relies on luck, but has unfathomable strength, but ordinary people can't see it.

After the three parts were divided into nine, Yan Buqi did not stop attacking.

Nine figures flashed left and right, attacking Han Feiyang from all directions.

"Huh! Clone, right? I can do it too!"

Han Feiyang's face turned cold, and a large amount of energy gushed out of his body again.

At the same time, the shadow of the god behind him twisted, and it grew two heads and four arms.

It suddenly became a three-headed and six-armed image!

This scene shocked the audience.

They didn't expect that Han Feiyang's Tianshen Sixiang Art would have so many changes?

In fact, this is the skill that Han Feiyang mastered after breaking through to the Ultimate Grandmaster.

Breaking through the realm is not just about improving cultivation.

Physical speed, reaction ability, and even the perception and using them will become very different.

"All of you die!" Han Feiyang shouted in a low voice, controlling the three-headed and six-armed spirit phantom to attack the nine Yan Buqis madly.

The palm shadows were like a violent storm, continuous and powerful, with the momentum of splitting mountains and cutting rivers.

He didn't care about the clone technique, whether it was true or false, he just killed them all. "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..." Facing the whistling palm shadows, the nine Yan Buqis kept dodging.

However, there were too many palm shadows, covering the sky and the earth, continuous and unavoidable.

So, one after another Yan Buqi was beaten to explode on the spot and dissipated into airflow. In just two breaths, the nine Yan Buqis were beaten to only two.

But Han Feiyang's offensive did not mean to stop at all.

"Bang!" Another Yan Buqi was smashed by the palm shadow and disappeared into thin air.

"I got you!"

Looking at the last Yan Buqi in the field, Han Feiyang sneered and controlled the spirit shadow to slap out six palms at the same time.

From all directions, they pressed down on Yan Buqi, as if to crush the ant. - Ton


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