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.

"Hmph! 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 at 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 both 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.

The silver light and the red light collided with each other after a short pause in the air.

"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 cover the entire ring.

Otherwise, once the energy leaked, I don't know how many people would be killed or injured. JrNovels.com