On top of the battle platform, a pitch-black vortex was the size of a house. It continuously sucked up the jade stones beneath its feet, then crushed them into pieces and dissipated without a trace.
You know, these jade stones are extremely hard, otherwise they would not be used as materials for battle platforms.
But in front of the power of the whirlpool, it was like paper.
"Such a terrifying power. The Pixiu bloodline is truly worthy of its reputation." Even some strong men in the Martial King Realm couldn't help but sigh at this time, with a strong look of fear in their eyes.
Even if it were them, being sucked into this whirlpool, it would probably be a disaster.
"Bastard, so what if your talent comes back, you still have to die in the end." In the dragon bone flying boat, Xiao Ling, Jiang Feng and others were all excited, and the corners of their mouths were full of cruelty.
"Qingqing, death is a kind of relief for this kind of people, you don't have to feel sad for him." Ji Lin on the side gloated, looking even happier than Xiao Ling and the others.
"No, Xiao Yi will not die." Duan Qingqing was unwilling to accept the facts in front of him.
There was a loud buzzing sound.
Just when everyone thought that Xiao Yi had been crushed into a pulp by the whirlpool, a deafening sound suddenly rang out from above the battle platform.
"What? He's not dead yet? How is this possible?" Yan Xing's figure suddenly trembled, and his face became uglier than that of a dead man.
"I'll let you understand what the real devouring power is. Break it for me." The next moment, Xiao Yi's voice suddenly came out from inside the black vortex, like thunder exploding from the sky.
smack smack smack.
Everyone saw that the entire black vortex was shrinking rapidly, as if it had been sucked away by some unknown force.
In an instant, Xiao Yi's figure appeared in front of everyone again, with a purple divine tower as tall as a person suspended behind him.
That black vortex was swallowed up by the power of this purple tower.
In less than a breath, the entire black vortex dissipated without a trace.
"Oh my god! What on earth is this? It actually sucked up all the vortexes that Pixiu spit out."
"This is definitely not a secret treasure, because a special formation has been set up in the battle platform, and no secret treasure can be used."
"Is it possible that this is Xiao Yi's bloodline divine power?" On the rostrum, many Martial King Realm experts exclaimed, all stunned by the scene in front of them.
"No! How could I lose to someone like you? Just die." Suddenly, Yan Xing let out an angry roar, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, as if he had transformed into a hell demon.
At this moment, he completely lost his mind, and the only thought in his mind was to kill Xiao Yi.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The flaming torture in a rage is even more terrifying than when one is sober.
Not only did he move Pi Xiu behind him, but he also spit out balls of terrifying divine fire from his mouth, shrouding Xiao Yi.
Moreover, he also displayed an imperial level martial arts.
This royal-level martial arts, called "Vulcan War Technique", is one of the most powerful clan martial arts in the Pixiu Dynasty. It has been cultivated by Yan Xing to have two true meanings.
Buzz.
In an instant, a fire god dozens of feet tall appeared behind Yan Xing, holding a spear in his hand, burning with golden flames, and stabbed Xiao Yi fiercely.
"Swallow me." Xiao Yi thought, and the purple tower behind him emitted terrifying devouring power, sucking in the flames spitting out of Pixiu's mouth.
Then, he displayed the true meaning of the Dream Emperor, a powerful force of thought, crushing the fire god with overwhelming force, and instantly knocked back the spear in its hand.
kill.
Taking advantage of this moment, Xiao Yi's whole body burst into purple rays of light, stimulating the true meaning of the phantom, and divided into sixteen phantoms, all of which attacked Yan Xing.
At the same time, he used the ring finger technique, and with dense finger shadows, he immediately pierced the head of the Pixiu with huge bloody holes, causing it to let out a shrill wail.
"No." The more Yan Xing beat him, the more frightened he became, and finally he was completely frightened.
He found that every one of his killing moves was tightly restrained by Xiao Yi, and he couldn't do anything to him at all.
In particular, the purple tower behind Xiao Yi was so powerful that it seemed to be able to swallow up all the power in the world and render all his attacks ineffective.
If this continues, Yan Xing will fail sooner or later.
"Damn it, why is this bastard so strong! If this continues, I will really die here. No, I have to escape." The fear in his heart made Yan Xing gradually regain his senses, and he did not dare to tangle with Xiao Yi anymore.
Because he was really afraid that he would die here.
Whoosh.
The next moment, Yan Xing's body flashed and he ran away from the battlefield.
He knew that even if he gave in now, Xiao Yi would not let him go. The only way to be safe was to escape from the battlefield.
"Oh my god! Flame Punishment is escaping."
"Even he is not Xiao Yi's opponent. How is this possible?" The warriors who were watching were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.
However, this is the fact.
Yanxing was being chased by a warrior seven or eight years younger than him, and he didn't even dare to look back.
This is simply incredible.
"Did you escape? Get on the road." Xiao Yi naturally couldn't let Yan Xing escape.
This guy not only wanted to kill him, but also had murderous intentions towards his relatives and friends, which is simply unforgivable.
Whoosh.
The next moment, Xiao Yi seemed to have transformed into an ancient wind god. Even every hair on his head turned green. His speed was incredibly fast and he instantly blocked Yan Xing's path.
Yanxing's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could react, Pixiu behind him let out a shrill wail.
Its huge body fell to the ground and shivered, as if it had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
"Sure enough, Pixiu is the heir of a true dragon. The blood of the true dragon flows in his body. He is also afraid of the pressure of the true dragon." Xiao Yi felt happy in his heart.
With an attitude of trying, he released the real dragon's pressure to cover the Pixiu. Unexpectedly, the effect was excellent.
"How could this happen? What have you done?" Yan Xing's face was ashen, and he looked at Xiao Yi as if he were looking at another monster, completely despairing.
"Dead people don't need to know so much." Xiao Yi snorted coldly, attached the power of the True Dragon Dharma to his hands, and swallowed the Pixiu that fell on the ground.
Whoosh.
In less than a few breaths, the Pixiu turned into a drop of pure blood, emitting a red divine light, and sank into Xiao Yi's palm.
However, Yan Xing, who had lost his bloodline form, suddenly fell to the bottom of his cultivation level, with blood continuously spurting out of his mouth, and his expression was extremely frightened and desperate.
Pfft.
Xiao Yi struck out with a palm and immediately pierced his chest, causing his heart to burst. Even if the gods came, they could not save him.