High in the sky, golden divine light bloomed from the body of Wanling's clone, and it instantly appeared in front of Mr. Feng as if it had transformed into an ancient golden crow.
There was a loud bang.
Mr. Feng's body was suddenly thrown away by the earthquake. A bright blood hole appeared in his chest, and even his heart was broken.
With just one blow, he suffered unimaginable damage.
"No!" Mr. Feng's eyes were filled with fear and despair.
The Wanling clone's strength was so strong that he had no power to fight back when hit.
If this continues, he will definitely die.
"Stop, are the people in the Temple of War also the ones you want to kill if you want?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The next moment, three dazzling divine lights fell from the sky and appeared several miles away from Xiao Yi.
From the divine light, three strong men walked out. Their bodies exuded an unparalleled aura, and everyone on the ground could not breathe.
The one who spoke was a young man with silver hair. He was as tall as jade, and even his eyes were silver, giving people a very monstrous feeling.
"It's Young Master, great, I'm saved." A hint of joy flashed in Mr. Feng's eyes.
"What kind of onion are you? You came out of there, just stay away." To everyone's surprise, Wan Ling's clone just glanced at the silver-haired young man with disdain and continued to attack Mr. Feng.
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"You dare, I am the second holy son of the Temple of War." The silver-haired young man suddenly let out a sharp shout, and a silver sword light suddenly shot out from his eyes, stabbing the Wanling clone fiercely.
Whoosh.
Wan Ling's clone dodged the silver sword light, appeared in front of Mr. Feng, and punched him in the head.
"No, young master, save me." Mr. Feng let out a cry of despair.
There was a loud popping sound.
The next moment, his entire head was exploded by the fist of the All Souls clone, and even his body was burned to ashes by the golden divine fire.
"Anyone who dares to touch my relatives and friends will suffer this fate." Xiao Yi's eyes were extremely indifferent and he warned everyone.
"You are looking for death." The silver-haired young man's face became extremely gloomy, and a terrifying murderous intention surged out of his body.
As the second holy son of the Temple of War, no one has ever dared to disobey him since he was a child.
But now, Wan Ling's clone killed his follower Mr. Feng in front of him.
This is definitely a huge challenge to him.
"Are you here to arrest me too? Then don't leave today, I will send you down to reunite with that old man." Xiao Yi's eyes fell on the silver-haired young man, and his tone was calm and authentic, as if he was saying
A trivial little thing.
He could naturally tell that the three people in front of him were all prodigies of the War Temple, because they were all wearing the war uniforms of the War Temple.
Moreover, judging from the auras emanating from their bodies, they are very powerful, definitely at the level of the Holy Son.
"Haha! Xiao Yi, do you really think that you are invincible after killing Gu Xiang and the others at the Hundred Saints Gathering? Gu Xiang is only the fifth holy son of our War Temple, and the three of us are stronger than him.
With so much land, what qualifications do you have to be so arrogant in front of us?" Another young man said beside the silver-haired young man Feng Ting.
He was wearing bronze armor, and although his appearance was not as handsome as Feng Ting's, he exuded a domineering aura, giving people a feeling of power without anger.
This person is the fourth holy son of the Temple of War, Cheng Guxing.
There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he was looking down at Xiao Yi in a condescending manner.
"Really? Let alone you, even if the Son of God from your Temple of War comes in person, he is no match for me. To deal with a guy like you, he is enough." Xiao Yi pointed at the Wanling clone with a nonchalant look on his face.
typical.
"Hmph! A half-dead person who has been poisoned by the evil god dares to speak arrogant words in front of us. I really don't know where you can get the confidence. We, the three saints of the War Temple, have joined forces, let alone you, even the Martial Emperor
If you come, you can have a good fight." At this moment, another young man also said.
He was wearing a black shirt and was extremely tall, like a ferocious beast in human form, with extremely strong energy and blood.
This person is Gu Ba, the third holy son of the Temple of War, and the cousin of Gu Xiang. His cultivation has reached the ninth level of King Wu, and his combat power is much stronger than that of Gu Xiang.
Not long ago, at the invitation of a group of foreign geniuses, they entered a secret realm in the Daxuan Dynasty to explore. After defeating many powerful enemies, they finally obtained a lot of good things.
However, after they came out of the secret realm, they heard the news of Yang Ding's death.
This made them furious.
Because of this, they must suppress Xiao Yi today and absolutely cannot let him escape.
"I have even killed strong men at the fourth level of the Martial Emperor. As long as you have any brains, you will know that I cannot be provoked! It seems that the saints of the Temple of War are all a bunch of self-righteous fools." Xiao Yi's mouth flashed.
There was a trace of mockery in the eyes of the three saints, as if they were looking at a group of idiots.
"Shut up, don't think we don't know that you were able to kill a strong Martial Emperor with the help of a secret treasure. Otherwise, with your rubbish cultivation, any Martial Emperor could slap you.
Shoot him to death." Feng Ting shouted angrily.
"If Yang Wu hadn't specially told us to capture you alive, I would have killed you long ago." Gu Ba said coldly to Xiao Yi with a fierce light in his eyes.
"This scoundrel not only killed Mr. Yang Ding, but also dared to speak rudely to us. If we kill him casually today, it would be too easy for him. Hehe! We can kill his relatives and friends in front of him.
Kill him and let him taste the taste of despair." Cheng Guxing, the fourth saint son, couldn't help but laugh ferociously, his eyes sweeping over Ouyang Qingxue and others, as if looking at a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Damn."
Ouyang Lin, the head of the Yang family and others trembled suddenly and quickly protected Ouyang Qingxue and Yang Ruolan behind them.
In front of the three saints, they were too weak. If the three saints really wanted to kill them, it would be no different than crushing ants.
"Hahaha! Bastard, this time, I want to see where you are going to escape. We will meet together down there soon." Ouyang Fu, who was lying in a pool of blood, couldn't help but laugh, with tears at the corners of his mouth.
Full of schadenfreude.
Half of his body collapsed and he breathed his last breath, but he still cursed Xiao Yi.
"Also, you will all die today, so you can all be buried with me." Ouyang Fu said viciously to the people of Ouyang Lin's lineage.
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At this time, countless warriors from all over the Dragon Realm watched the scene happening in the imperial city through communication crystals.
They instantly burst into an uproar.
"Oh my god! Those are the three most powerful saints in the Temple of War besides Yang Wu, and they actually appeared together in the Daxuan Dynasty."
"Xiao Yi is so unlucky! He finally survived the pursuit of Emperor Wu, and now he is about to die. He has been poisoned by the evil god, and it is absolutely impossible for him to escape from the hands of the three saints!"
Many warriors shook their heads and sighed.
Originally, they all thought it was a huge miracle that Xiao Yi could survive the pursuit of Yang Ding and others.