In an instant, all the hairs on Xu Yi's back exploded, and the real soul villain deep in the spiritual platform angrily raised his eyebrows.

Subconsciously, Xu Yi cast a Xun talisman, and the terrifying talisman power was generated instantly. Unexpectedly, he still could not break through the shackles of the strange mountain aperture.

Xu Yi gritted his teeth and shot six consecutive talismans at the same time. A huge momentum was generated instantly, pushing him through the powerful constraints.

Xu Yi rushed out of Guangshan's oppression, and blood was overflowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. This brutal breakthrough was like using barbaric power to hit a wall of iron. Although the iron wall of iron broke through, it caused great damage to his body.

The terrifying power of the six Zhang Xun talismans burst, which helped Xu Yi, rushed out only nearly a hundred feet. He was in great pain all over his body, and he was not even able to recover from his senses. The mountain of light that had been compressed to the extreme exploded with a loud bang.

The huge explosion came, and Xu Yi suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. This was just the damage caused by the huge sound waves.

The next moment, the Bailing battle suit on his body gathered out of the light shield again, and at this moment, a terrifying shock wave hit instantly.

With a thud, the protective light cover gathered with the fourth-level lark battle suit was instantly broken.

In a blink of an eye, the violent shock wave easily shattered Xu Yi's hastily gathered wall of thought. Xu Yi was like a straw, rolled up lightly into the air, his limbs and bones were everywhere, and blood in his mouth gushed. He endured this pain, but he could not shake his extremely determined mind at all.

The shock wave had almost broken the light cover that gathered in the Lan Ling's battle suit. His big hand buckled a medium-grade spirit stone and put it into the groove in front of his chest. However, the shock wave's speed was far beyond his movements.

At this moment, he was hit by violent aura waves in the sky, and his big hand holding the medium-grade spirit stone finally stroked his chest. In an instant, the fourth-level lark battle suit once again gathered a thick protective light shield.

As soon as the light shield was born, the huge light sword swam in the sky and slashed across the sky. With a snap, the thick protective light shield became as thin as a cicada's wing in an instant.

At the same time, the spirit stone in the groove of his chest turned into a fingernail. Before the giant lightsaber fell for the second time, Xu Yi replaced the medium-grade spirit stone again.

"Okay, okay, what a bitch!" Mr. Yun's third son was ashen and shouted coldly.

He pinched the magic tricks with both hands, urging the giant lightsaber, chasing Xu Yi, and slashed violently again and again.

Just looking at the scene, it is undoubtedly Mr. Yun’s third son who has the absolute advantage, but in fact, Mr. Yun’s third son was completely relieved. Even if he broke his head, he would not expect that it would take such a lot of effort to deal with such an ant.

Not to mention the other side, his set of Eight Wind Swords, although they are all third-level magic weapons, the power of the complete set of third-level magic weapons is often better than many fourth-level magic weapons.

His set of Eight Wind Swords was raised by an elder of the Yun family for many years. Later, because his realm was improved and he could not use it, he passed on this set of Eight Wind Swords to him.

In the past, Master Yun did not need to use this set of Eight Wind Swords when facing the enemy. Just the secret magic spells of the Yun family were enough to sweep away the powerful enemy.

But today, when facing Xu Yi's thorn, not only did the family magical power not achieve the effect of destroying the enemy, but even the Eight Wind Sword, one of his box, could not be sure of the situation.

The great power of the Eight Wind Sword is not only dependent on the divine sword itself, but more importantly dependent on his years of cultivation and refining of the divine sword. This kind of cultivation and refining will cost a huge price.

Now, the Eight Wind Sword can almost be said to be overused. If you have to use it next time, you will have to spend countless efforts to replenish the cultivation and refining.

This battle made Mr. Yun extremely frustrated. In his eyes, the reason why Xu Yi could persist for so long was entirely due to such treasures that would not appear in the hands of monks like Xu Yi. These bad debts were naturally recorded by him on the bitch Yin Qiu.

The thought was broken, but Mr. Yun did not slow down at all. He felt cruel in his heart. Even if he had to fight this set of Eight Wind Swords for several years, he would have to capture and kill the evil thief Xu Yi.

After six consecutive strikes, Xu Yi replaced six medium-grade spirit stones. Including the previously consumed, nearly ten medium-grade spirit limes have been wiped out.

The third young master Yun's eyes were so bitter that he felt his resentment towards Princess Yin Qiu had reached its peak. On the other hand, he felt a little more crisis.

If the current situation continues, he has no idea how many medium-grade spirit stones are hidden in Xu Yi's Sumeru Ring. If this is done, it may be his Eight Wind Sword that collapses first.

The third young master of the Yun family was feeling sorry for his Eight Wind Sword, but he didn't know that Xu Yi was already heartbroken and bleeding!

The consumption of nearly ten medium-grade spirit stones, each consumption, is exchanged for a moment of ease. This moment is short enough to measure with breathing. The nearly ten medium-grade spirit stones have only a space of less than ten breaths.

In other words, the medium-grade spirit stones in the Sumeru Act can last for at most less than ten breaths.

What's even more terrifying is that with the violent attack of Mr. Yun San, this fourth-level lark battle suit gradually revealed countless cracks as thin as fish scales.

Xu Yi knew that the situation in front of him was a critical moment and he had to make a decision. But this decision was something he didn't want to do.

He was passively beaten and always at a disadvantage. On the one hand, the attack of Mr. Yun San was too fierce and suppressed him tightly, but on the other hand, it was his strategy.

For a long time, Xu Yi must have his own strategy whenever he fights, but what he didn't expect was that there was no room for strategy in the face of absolute strength.

Just as he placed another medium-grade spirit stone on his chest, Xu Yi cast out the Wind Talisman.

He stared at the face of Mr. Yun, as if he wanted to remember the only guy who could keep him at a steadily disadvantage since the battle, and remember it to death and remember it.

The wind talisman was shot out, and a green light flashed, and the huge force was added to it. Xu Yi's body instantly ejected. At this moment, another green light appeared in front of Xu Yi's eyes, and his storm suddenly stopped. The power of the wind talisman instantly disappeared.

Almost as Xu Yi made a decision, Mr. Yun made a decision, and a green talisman was beaten out by him.

If Xu Yi had not been shot out by the distance derived from the wind talisman at that time, he would have seen that the talisman produced by Mr. Yun was also blue.

However, the water mark in the corner of the talisman is purple.

This is clearly a first-level and fourth-level water talisman.

The third young master of the Yun family also saw that the Eight Wind Sword seemed unable to achieve success and had signs of collapse, so he gave up this strange talisman.
Chapter completed!