"Bang!"

Under the bombardment of the three-headed and six-armed god's phantom, the last figure of Yan Buqi was also shattered in an instant.

The whole audience was in an uproar, especially those women who supported Yan Buqi, who screamed continuously and were extremely sad. Some of them fainted on the spot due to their excitement.

What a good handsome man, he was beaten into pieces just like this, it was really a waste of talent!

Compared with the restlessness in the audience, Han Feiyang on the stage was not happy at all.

Because when the god's phantom hit Yan Buqi, what exploded was not a corpse, but a group of air.

In other words, the last Yan Buqi left just now was also a clone!

If the nine figures just now were clones, then where was the real body?

Just as Han Feiyang frowned and wondered, he felt his scalp suddenly jump, and a sense of crisis suddenly came over him.

Han Feiyang subconsciously looked up and saw Yan Buqi holding a folding fan, diving down with his head down and his feet up.

Silently, but with the momentum of a meteor falling to the ground.

The front end of the folding fan in his hand is half a sword tip, sharp and aggressive.

"Looking for death!"

Han Feiyang reacted quickly, and at the moment when Yan Buqi dived down, he slapped his palms directly on his head.

The powerful master's aura burst out instantly, and blasted up like a landslide and tsunami.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The body of Yan Buqi, who attacked by surprise, exploded and dissipated into airflow.

"Fake?"

Han Feiyang was slightly startled, a little unexpected.

The sense of crisis just now was completely different from before, how could it be a clone? JrNovels.com