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

Powerful qi gushed out from the acupoints 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 three of them became nine.

The nine figures shook again, and nine of them became 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 heavier.

This is already his limit, and his body can't bear any more.

"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"

Looking at the clones around him, Han Feiyang couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Today, I'll let you see what real magical powers are!"

After saying that, 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!" JrNovels.com