The madman goes down the mountain: I have five stunning masters

On the other side of Wen Changqing, He Zhenxiao's figure appeared again.

However, his face was pale, and his aura had dropped significantly, with signs of falling from the level of a Martial Saint.

He Zhenxiao's substitute talisman is just a copycat, and it can't reach the level of a Qi Refiner that can completely replace itself to block a fatal blow.

The substitute talisman he drew was not used in vain. After using it, it would consume one third of his vitality and blood.

For this reason, every time he uses the substitute talisman, he will consume a lot of energy.

He had just been nearly killed by Ye Lingyun, and the use of the substitute talisman consumed 20% of his vitality and blood.

This second use consumes more.

At this moment, He Zhenxiao truly realized that Ye Lingyun seemed invincible.

He took out the short-distance teleportation talisman and prepared to start it.

But he was surprised to find that the talisman could not be activated.

A little thought will reveal that this is the result of Wen Changqing's eight-man cage formation, which limits his short-range teleportation.

At this moment, He Zhenxiao felt despair for the first time in his life.

Moreover, he felt that the big crow, which was ignored by Wen Changqing and the others, had an extremely strong aura on its body, which seemed to be ready to explode at any time.

At this moment, he could only pin his hopes on Wen Changqing. He must capture Ye Lingyun, otherwise everyone here would die!

Fortunately, with Yin Zhiping and Wen Changqing standing in front of him, he had a chance to catch his breath.

He Zhenxiao frowned and looked at Ye Lingyun.

Swish swish swish~

Everyone's eyes also looked over there.

The flying sand and smoke dissipated.

A tall and thin figure stood still, straight as a sword, who else could it be but Ye Lingyun!

Yin Zhiping exclaimed: "Ah! How is this possible!"

Although he only used 180% of his strength, he was, after all, an eighth-level Martial Saint.

Ye Lingyun was just a small Martial Emperor, how could he withstand his attack and remain unscathed?

The most annoying thing is that this guy still had a smile on his face.

Wen Changqing was also stunned: "How is this possible!"

"If an eighth-rank martial saint were to strike a fourth-rank martial saint like me, I would definitely be beaten into a pulp!"

"How is it possible that you took a hit and were not hurt at all?"

"what happened?"

Yin Hongyun, Yin Zhenxi and Yin Zhenzhu heard the exclamations of several people and looked over.

There was surprise on each of their faces.

My husband’s body is so hard, so hard!

I don't know if I can keep going!

Ye Lingyun had a warm smile on his face: "Old man, I thought your slap could make a hair fall off my head."

He shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't expect that your attack was just like tickling, not even a single hair fell off, you really disappoint me!"

"The Martial Saints of Daguang Country are really all over the place. An eighth-level Martial Saint is not even as good as a fifth-level Martial Saint of Long Country. How boring!"

The moment the vitality palm is activated.

He immediately activated the blood-colored armor transformed from the turtle shell and activated it to the maximum.

He wanted to test the blood-colored armor, and his body, which had been baptized by lightning, had a limit to what it could withstand.

The result disappointed him greatly, as he only felt a slight vibration, as if someone was gently stroking his head, which was far from reaching the limit of the test.

Yin Zhiping was furious when he heard this: "You are the best braggart in the world, let's see how many of my attacks you can withstand!"

As he spoke, he once again condensed the vital energy handprint.

The vital energy from the sixteen vital energy dragons poured into the big handprint like a tide and slapped towards Ye Lingyun's head again.

The Yuan Qi Handprint tore tear marks in the surrounding space, it was extremely terrifying!

Ye Lingyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said mockingly: "Use all your sucking strength, I want to see if you are stronger than last time, and whether you can knock off a hair of mine this time!"

Yin Zhiping was furious when he heard this, and once again made a huge handprint of vitality: "I don't believe I can't kill you!"

boom!

The first huge Yuan Qi handprint hit Ye Lingyun's head, followed by the second one.

But the next second, Yin Zhiping was shocked again: "You, you, you..."

He didn't know what to say, he couldn't describe it in words.

Damn, I tried my best, but I couldn’t even remove a single hair of yours. Hasn’t my life been in vain?

Wen Changqing was also shocked: "How is this possible!"

"The shell of a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise may not have such terrifying defensive power!"

Ye Lingyun chuckled: "You disappoint me so much, old man. You can't even touch a single hair of mine!"

"It's rude not to reciprocate! You hit me three times, I should at least hit you back once!"

call!

He rushed towards Yin Zhiping like an arrow.

"Ah!" Yin Zhiping screamed and ran away without hesitation.

He couldn't break Ye Lingyun's defense even if he tried his best. If Ye Lingyun hit him, he would definitely be smashed to pieces.

He had no confidence at all that he could withstand the bombardment of his own big handprint.

Unexpectedly.

A sly smile appeared on Ye Lingyun's lips. He changed direction slightly and took advantage of the momentum to crash into He Zhenxiao.

He had just planned it out. Yin Zhiping would definitely dodge. His real target was He Zhenxiao who was behind Yin Zhiping.

This old guy must be killed to feel at ease.

But how could Wen Changqing let him succeed? He shouted, "Prison him with all your strength!"

buzz~

The eight people released all their energy and mental power at the same time, controlling the cage to press towards Ye Lingyun.

Immediately, the air in the space became extremely sticky.

Ye Lingyun felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire and his body was suddenly stopped.

He said in a cold voice: "Senior Ming Ya, take action to break the formation!"

"Ga ga ga!" The Crow immediately took action upon hearing this.

He spread his shiny black wings, and the feathers on them stood up.

Chi chi chi~

Black and grey wind blades shot out like raindrops, hitting the prison cage one after another.

Twenty or thirty of them hit the black disk controlled by eight people.

immediately!

There was a constant clicking sound.

The prison formation that the eight people were so proud of was cut into pieces like tofu, and the black disc was also shattered by the wind blade.

The black disc that served as the array disk shattered, and the prison array disappeared.

puff puff~

The eight people were hit back and spat out blood.

Wen Changqing stared at Ming Ya with a look of horror: "Big Crow, you, you, are a martial god?"

His cage formation can trap a martial artist at the peak of martial arts.

The ranks of the eight of them are not high, but the caged dragons can be stacked, doubling their power!

It is no exaggeration to say that this formation can even rival the power of the formation used by Qi Refiners.

But I didn't expect that it was easily cracked by the big crow.

The crow just flapped its wings gently.

There is only one possibility in this situation, the big crow may be a powerful being at the level of a martial god, otherwise it would not be possible to do this easily.