Bei Miyong, as the eighth-ranked prodigy on the bronze list, is still somewhat capable.
He has a very high level of understanding. He has been practicing the god-level martial arts "Bengshen Jue" for less than thirty or forty years, and he has understood the true meaning of the God-Banging Art contained in it to the sixth level.
Even the true meaning of the Golden Horn of the Poor Man is simply not as powerful as it.
There was a loud buzzing sound.
Between the lightning and stone fire, the dazzling black divine light, like a black scorching sun, appeared above Xiao Yi's head, engulfing his entire body.
"It's time to try the power of Wu Dan's vision. Break it for me." At this moment, a crimson phoenix suddenly appeared behind Xiao Yi, and his whole body was enveloped in the glow.
Its aura was extremely powerful, and the wings on its back turned into two extremely sharp knives, sweeping towards the black divine light.
There was a loud popping sound.
The next moment, the black divine light was split into two halves and collided fiercely with the phoenix, making the entire battle platform seem to tremble.
"Huh? Is that the Phoenix Clan's martial arts phenomenon? How can it be so powerful?"
"It is also an emperor-level vision, but this vision is several times more terrifying than Bei Miyong's Heavenly Demon Nine Cauldron vision."
"This Wu Di is really incredible. The various powers he controls are extremely top-notch." The students who were watching all exclaimed.
Even many silver-level students had strong jealousy in their eyes.
Not only was Xiao Yi physically terrifying, he also controlled the emperor-level martial arts "Phoenix Emperor Fist".
Now, even the Wudan vision he displayed was much more powerful than ordinary emperor-level visions.
This is really unreasonable.
Why! Xiao Yi got all the good things, but no one else did!
…
There was a loud bang.
At this moment, Bei Miyong's true meaning of Bengshen was suddenly torn apart by Xiao Yi's martial arts vision, and disappeared without a trace.
And the phoenix also turned dim and returned to Xiao Yi's body.
"Yes, the power is quite strong. If I display the visions of the Azure Dragon Emperor, the Arrow Emperor and the Martial Emperor, the power will be increased many times, and killing gods will not be a problem at all." Xiao Yi had a smile on his lips and said to Huang
I am very satisfied with the power of the emperor's vision.
"How could this happen? My true intention can't even stop his martial arts vision. How could there be such a perversion in this world? No, I must admit defeat, otherwise I will only bring humiliation to myself."
Yong's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was extremely horrified.
At this moment, he finally understood how big the gap was between himself and Xiao Yi.
Even if he tried his best, there was no way he could be Xiao Yi's opponent.
There was a loud snapping sound.
Just when Beimiyong was about to admit defeat, the light shield formed by the Heavenly Demon Umbrella was suddenly shattered by Xiao Yi's fist, exposing Beimiyong's entire body to Xiao Yi.
"No, Wu Di, I admit..." Bei Miyong said with a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and humiliation.
"It's too late." Before Bei Miyong could finish speaking, Xiao Yi's fist hit his head so hard that his jaw bone shattered and his teeth flew everywhere.
ah!
The shrill screams immediately echoed above the battle platform, sounding horrifying.
Under Xiao Yi's indiscriminate bombardment, Beimiyong didn't even have a chance to admit defeat, and kept wailing like a slaughtering pig.
Pfft.
His legs and hands were all blown apart by Xiao Yi, and the blood dyed the ground red.
"No, I absolutely can't kneel down to this bastard, Demon Disintegration Technique." Bei Miyong, who had lost his legs, instinctively knelt down towards Xiao Yi.
However, Beimiyong has always been aloof, how could he allow this kind of thing to happen?
Buzz.
His body suddenly exploded, turned into a ball of blood mist, and disappeared without a trace.
When he appeared again, he had already reached the edge of the battle platform.
This is the Demon Disintegration Technique, which is equivalent to giving Beimi Yong an extra life.
However, this secret technique is too difficult to practice, and it takes several months to be able to use it once.
If it wasn't a last resort, Beimiyong wouldn't be willing to use it at all.
"Wu Di, although I am not your opponent, it is not that easy for you to humiliate me. Just wait and see. I will make you repay today's revenge a hundred times." Bei Miyong said angrily.
He roared, and with a flash of his body, he was about to fly towards the bottom of the fighting platform.
As long as he leaves the battle stage, he has voluntarily given up.
"Did I let you go? Come here." A sneer flashed at the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth, and a strange force suddenly penetrated into Bei Miyong's mind, making his head almost explode.
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"No! What is this?" Beimiyong suddenly let out a shrill wail and froze on the spot.
In fact, the reason why he couldn't control his body was entirely because of the dream clone.
As Xiao Yi's cultivation level continued to improve, his dream clone became more and more unfathomable. Even a being of Beimi Yong's level could not resist it for a while.
Whoosh.
Just when Bei Miyong was horrified, Xiao Yi appeared in front of him in a flash and blew up his legs again.
There was a loud pop.
This time, Beimi Yong could no longer escape, and his huge demonic body knelt down in front of Xiao Yi.
"No!" Beimiyong roared in despair, his expression extremely humiliated.
He is a majestic genius from the Demon Clan, and now he is actually kneeling down to a young boy in front of so many people.
This is simply worse than killing him.
Even if he can become a peerless strongman in the future, this is a stain that he can never wash away in his lifetime.
Puff puff puff.
Next, Beimiyong's experience was almost the same as Beimidin's, being tortured to death by Xiao Yi.
He finally understood why Bemiding knelt down and begged Xiao Yi for mercy.
Because this kind of torture is so terrible that it can definitely lead to mental breakdown.
However, Beimiyong's willpower was obviously much stronger than Bemidin's, and he actually persisted all the time.
"The Demon King, this Wu Di is simply a Demon King, more like a Demon than a Demon."
"We must not provoke him, otherwise the consequences will be more terrible than death." The faces of the students watching all lost their color, and they were extremely afraid of Xiao Yi.
After half a cup of tea.
"Wu Di, I was wrong, please forgive me." After his body was blasted dozens of times by Xiao Yi, Qiang Rubei Miyong couldn't bear it anymore and began to beg Xiao Yi for mercy.
"You told me earlier! I thought you enjoyed the feeling of being tortured!" Xiao Yi said with a smile.
"..." Beimi Yong was so angry that he almost spit out blood.
Only ghosts are willing to enjoy that kind of hell-like torture!