High in the sky, Xiao Yi's right index finger emitted a dazzling purple light, piercing Xiao Lian's head like a bolt of lightning.
At this moment, he also displayed his true meaning of penetration and blessed it on his fingers, increasing its power several times.
"No!" Xiao Lian's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes full of panic.
Whoosh.
He almost instinctively summoned the martial arts clone and stood in front of him.
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
His martial arts clone was instantly pierced by Xiao Yi's finger and turned into a rain of light and dissipated into the void.
Later, Xiao Lian's head was also pierced by Xiao Yi's fingers, and a bright blood hole appeared from the front and back.
At the moment of his death, the blood in his body was sucked away by Xiao Yi's power to activate the True Dragon Dharma.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, making it difficult for everyone to react at the moment.
When they finally woke up, Xiao Lian had become a corpse.
"How could this happen?" Yang Wu, Jiang Xuetian and others were shocked by the scene in front of them, and their faces completely lost all color.
With so many of their masters joining together, even a strong man at the second level of the Martial Emperor could be severely damaged.
But Xiao Yi not only escaped unscathed, but even killed Xiao Lian.
Such terrifying combat power is simply not something they can contend with.
Therefore, at this moment, everyone felt a deep sense of panic in their hearts, and they wanted to escape from here immediately.
"Yang Wu, don't you really want to avenge your father? I will give you a chance now." After Xiao Yi killed Xiao Lian, his whole body released a purple glow, like a divine sun, roaring towards Yang Wu
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"God of War clone." Yang Wu's expression was extremely solemn, and he no longer had the confidence and calmness he had before.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Three figures suddenly flew out of his body. They all looked exactly like him. They were covered in black gold armor and exuded an extremely terrifying aura.
These three figures are all his martial arts clones. Together, their combat power is comparable to that of Yang Wu's true self.
"Destroy them all." With a thought in Xiao Yi's mind, he activated the true meaning of the Dream Emperor, and a violent force of thought suddenly swept towards Yang Wu like a wave.
"Nine, nine true meanings?" The hairs on Yang Wu's body stood up one after another, and his face became uglier than a dead man.
Xiao Yi actually cultivated the ninth level of true meaning from two imperial-level martial arts.
How could there be such perverted people in this world?
Puff puff puff.
In an instant, Yang Wu's three clones exploded in the air, unable to withstand the crushing force of Dream Emperor's true intention.
Even Yang Wu's true form was imprisoned in place, with blood constantly flowing out of his body.
There was a loud bang.
Xiao Yi flashed in front of him, pierced his chest, and devoured his bloodline divine energy.
In the blink of an eye, the first holy son of the Temple of War died in Xiao Yi's hands, without even the slightest ability to resist.
"Run away, run away quickly."
"This bastard is simply a demon. No one can defeat him except the Son of God." Jiang Xuetian and Duan Shaoyang were frightened to the point of death, and turned around to flee from this place.
The dozens of half-step Martial Emperors who came with them all had their scalps numb, as if they were facing an ancient evil demon.
"The body of the wind god." Xiao Yi's eyes were extremely indifferent, and his body suddenly emitted a dark blue light. Even his black hair turned green, like a wind god descending to earth.
At this moment, he activated the body of the God of Wind that had not been used for a long time, and his whole body disappeared in an instant.
ah!
The shrill screams immediately echoed in the sky above Doubao Pavilion, sounding horrifying.
The dozen or so Half-Step Martial Emperors were all caught up by Xiao Yi just as they tried to escape.
In front of Xiao Yi, they were as if they were made of paper. Their bodies were all exploded by Xiao Yi, turning into a rain of blood and flying everywhere.
The whole process only took Xiao Yi ten breaths.
Therefore, Jiang Xuetian and Duan Shaoyang only escaped a few dozen miles away.
Whoosh.
A cold light flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes, and he once again activated the body of the God of Wind and chased after Jiang Xuetian.
His Wind God Body is a unique skill created by himself. He can use the mysterious millstone in his body to convert his strength into speed.
Now, he had the power of four young dragons. When converted into speed, he was so fast that it was unimaginable. In less than a few breaths, he successfully caught up with Jiang Xuetian.
"Impossible." Jiang Xuetian's figure suddenly trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.
He had obviously escaped so far, so why was he still caught up by Xiao Yi?
boom.
Jiang Xuetian quickly mobilized his combat power to the extreme, turning the area within a few miles into a kingdom of ice and snow.
Unfortunately, he was no match for Xiao Yi. After a while, his body was exploded by Xiao Yi, and even his blood was sucked away.
As a result, Duan Shaoyang was the only one left.
"Damn it, Jiang Xuetian's aura has also disappeared." Duan Shaoyang had already fled thirty miles away and was about to arrive at the teleportation palace.
However, not only was he not happy, there was a look of horror in his eyes.
Because Jiang Xuetian was also killed by Xiao Yi.
"No, I must not die here. As long as I enter the teleportation channel, that bastard will not be able to catch up with me." Duan Shaoyang increased his speed to the extreme and soon appeared above the teleportation palace.
Whoosh.
Just when Duan Shaoyang was about to enter the teleportation palace, purple fingers suddenly fell from the sky and enveloped him densely.
ah!
The next moment, Duan Shaoyang's body was stabbed with countless bloody holes, leaving only his last breath.
He couldn't figure out why Xiao Yi could catch up with him.
"Bastard, our Son of God will definitely avenge me. We will meet in hell." Before Duan Shaoyang died, he still issued a vicious curse to Xiao Yi.
Sizzle.
With a thought, Xiao Yi devoured the blood in his body, and then blasted his head with a punch, killing him completely.
"What kind of sons of gods? The more the better, in this way, my Dragon Emperor bloodline can be improved quickly." Xiao Yi grinned, and instead expected those so-called sons of gods to come and find him.
This place belongs to the Daxuan Dynasty and does not allow strong people in the Martial Emperor Realm to enter.
Therefore, he has no fear of any son of God.
Crackling.
At this moment, waves of sounds like fried beans came from Xiao Yi's body.
After devouring so many bloodlines of the Holy Son, the power of the young dragon in his body finally succeeded in becoming five.
However, his bloodline of the Heaven-Devouring Dragon Emperor still has not reached two stars.
I am afraid that only the blood of the Son of God can play a huge role.