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Nangong Xuan's face turned pale, and he snorted: "Although Daozhou's phantom clone technique is magical, it can only be transformed once, it can be two clones, three, four...... Even ten, hundred, thousand. The transformed clone could not continue to transform, which was fundamentally different from the magic trick that this kid cast. ”

Yitian is using Vientiane Wuji at the moment, and this doppelganger method originates from the demon beasts in the Demon Soul Forest, and belongs to the special skills of the demon clan.

Each doppelganger that Yitian conjures up has exactly the same strength as itself, and its breath and frequency are generally the same, all of them are entities, not phantoms.

At this moment, sixteen Nangong Feiyu had appeared on the stage, rushing in all directions, like gorgeous red lotuses, with murderous intent in their beauty.

"The first strike is strong, let's kill Nangong Feiyu together. ”

The piercing voice shocked the audience and expressed the hearts of all Wu Zun.

Everyone launched an attack in unison, and for a time the sun was shining on the round platform, and the criss-crossing flames were overwhelming, making the sky stained with blood.

At this time, the martial artists on the stage, including the seven masters of the Nangong family, had a total of forty-four people, including seventeen high-level martial artists and twenty-seven intermediate-level martial artists.

Forty-four to sixteen, there is an absolute advantage in numbers, but this is not the case.

Yitian conjured up sixteen doppelgangers, which was equivalent to an instant burst of sixteen times the combat power.

With the cultivation of his high-level Martial Venerable, the Yuan Force in his body is as high as 320,000 wisps, and one person is equivalent to fusing the strength of dozens of Martial Venerables.

Sixteen such Yitians were like sixteen fierce tigers rushing into the flock, and when their minds turned, the fire light realm outside their bodies shook at high speed, and the diffused light waves were indestructible, injuring twenty-seven intermediate martial artists on the spot, and seventeen high-level martial artists were shocked back.

With a flash of light, the sixteen heavens merged into one, and the flames of high-speed oscillation jumped around the body, which looked very visually impactful, and had the momentum of being proud of the nine heavens and being the only one.

"I thought you guys were amazing, they were all. I said ten moves, and that is already lifting you. ”

Yitian's words were extremely harsh, not only the forty-four martial artists on the stage were angry, but even the martial emperors in the audience felt that Yitian was too arrogant.

Nangong Jianhua was so angry that he vomited blood, and said sharply: "Nangong Feiyu, if I can't kill you today, I will kill myself here!"

"Yes, if we can't kill Nangong Feiyu, we will cut ourselves off here. ”

For a while, the crowd was excited, and the forty-four martial artists roared angrily, shooting towards Yitian from all directions.

All kinds of attacks are endless, and countless flames are transformed into dragons, snakes, tigers and leopards, swords, guns, guns and sticks, layer by layer, and ** rushing towards Yitian.

In the middle of the field, the turbulent currents of high-speed oscillation tore apart the layers of time and space, forming a zone of destruction, which was rapidly shrinking towards Yitian, trying to crush him.

The eye waves moved slightly, and a cruel smile rippled on Yitian's handsome face, and his voice was like polar ice, which made people shudder.

"The second move, the weak fall, the strong fight. ”

As soon as the mind moves, the mind is endless.

One look contains millions of thoughts, one shock, and the body moves dozens of times in a thousandth of an instant.

Distorted time and space, oscillating vitality, within every crevice, there is the figure of Yitian.

At this moment, Yitian cast all the Vientiane Wuji, and his figure spread all over every wisp of space on the round platform, and the Qilin Holy Fruit aura in the dantian was integrated into his own Yuan Force, making the surrounding fire Yuan Force like a moth to a flame, chasing Yitian's figure.

At that time, countless fiery vortices formed in mid-air, each vortex representing a clone of Yitian, devouring the nearby fiery element force at an astonishing speed.

The oscillation frequency of tens of thousands of times in an instant made time pass in a flash, and before the people watching the battle in the audience had time to adjust the focus of their eyes, Yitian had already completed the attack of the second move.

On the stage, the jumping flames were endless, but they were extinguished in an instant, and they were swallowed by Yitian.

At the same time, thirteen figures flew out like meteorites and were violently shaken out.

Just as they were about to fly out of the range of the round platform, they were blocked by an invisible force, and the thirteen martial artists let out a terrible scream at the same time, and their bodies were instantly torn apart by an invisible force, turning into thirteen blood mist, which were distributed around the round platform.

It turned out that Yitian had already placed a seal around the round platform, and set up more than 50,000 strands of Yuanli blockade at an astonishing frequency of up to 9,996 times in an instant.

This seal is formless and colorless, but due to high-speed vibration, it is like a fast-spinning gear, and once the body hits it, it will be crushed by the rotating gear.

With one move, Yitian killed thirteen middle-level martial artists, annihilating them in form and spirit, and their lifelong cultivation was swallowed by Yitian, allowing him to increase his Yuan Power by as much as 80,000 wisps at once.

In this way, the capacity of the Yuan Force in Yitian's body exceeded 400,000 wisps, and this number alone was enough to scare countless people alive.

While killing the thirteen Martial Venerables, Yitian also launched an attack on the remaining thirty-one Martial Venerables, and more than half of them were injured on the spot, with injuries ranging from severity to severity.

Nangong Jianhua was extremely angry, and was shocked back on the spot under Yitian's attack, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Everyone be careful, Nangong Feiyu wants to break through each one, we must not give him a chance. Now that we're all together, we're merging the power of all of us to deliver a devastating blow. ”

Nangong Jianhua's voice was like a bright light in the sea, so that the frightened Wu Zun around him immediately had a direction, and everyone gathered at the side of Nangong Jianhua, Nangong Feiyun, Nangong Jianwei, and Nangong Huayi at the fastest speed, staring at Nangong Feiyu in front of them in shock and anger.

Standing proudly, Yitian looked at the remaining thirty-one martial artists with cold eyes, and sneered: "Before, you were all full of confidence, but now you have all become mourning dogs, all of them are fierce and frightened? You are Wuzun, there are people with heads and faces in Mochizuki Town, and you are arrogant and domineering, why don't you roar now?"

The harsh words are like sharp blades, which seriously hurt everyone's self-esteem.

Nangong Feiyun gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Shut up! ”

Nangong Huayi said loudly: "A battle of life and death, in one fell swoop." Everyone is connected, and we gather the strength of all of us to deliver a devastating blow. ”

As soon as these words came out, the nearby Wuzun quickly shifted, holding hands with each other, and quickly gathered the power of the thirty-one Wuzun in Nangong Jianhua's body.

Among the thirty-one martial artists present, Nangong Jianhua's cultivation is the deepest, and he is at the peak of martial arts, and there is a possibility of breaking through the martial emperor at any time.