Seeing that a fierce punch was about to hit him, Xiao Yi decided to avoid its sharp edge, moved his steps, and the lightning flash shifted.
In terms of speed, Xiao Yi is always better and can easily avoid it.
Guo Zhanyun's punch was empty, but there was no trace of discouragement on his face.
"What's going on?"
Xiao Yi was keenly aware that Guo Zhanyun's momentum and strength were plummeting.
Suddenly, a powerful coercion came from behind, shocking Xiao Yi to the point of panic.
The thirty-six generals just focused all their cultivation on Guo Zhanyun, so besides Guo Zhanyun, couldn't they change someone else?
The answer is yes. In another battle, you will get the power of all your companions, roar and kick.
Xiao Yi, who was in trouble, reacted quickly and even faster. When he turned around, he raised one hand and unleashed a series of thunderous explosions.
The general didn't hit Xiao Yi, but was hit by a thunder blast, flew out and was injured.
But it doesn't matter, other battles will share his injuries and minimize the losses.
"Made, it's this move again."
What impressed Xiao Yi most about the Thirty-Six Tiangang Battle Formations was the sharing of injuries.
The worst thing is that some generals began to breathe and regulate their breath to heal their wounds.
After the injury was apportioned, it was equivalent to a skin injury.
After this treatment, he is basically in an injury-free state.
The thirty-six generals are all full of energy, high in fighting spirit, and look proud of what Xiao Yi can do.
Xiao Yi did not mess up his position, and glanced around, looking for a suitable target.
"Hey, hey, hey, focus on the battle, don't treat me like nothing."
Guo Zhanyun punched down, then punched again, hitting the Nether Umbrella hard.
Xiao Yi frowned, he was on guard, but looking at the opponent's momentum, this was just the beginning.
Sure enough, Guo Zhanyun roared, punching faster and faster, attacking with more ferocity. His fists rained down like rain, and he attacked the Netherworld Umbrella fiercely, threatening to penetrate Xiao Yi's defense.
Faced with a head-on confrontation, Xiao Yi was not afraid and held the Nether Umbrella firmly to resist the stormy fists.
Before it was over, other generals came behind Xiao Yi and launched a series of attacks. They tried their best to cooperate with Guo Zhanyun and attack from front to back.
"What the hell!"
Xiao Yi shouted coldly, and his energy exploded, shaking away all the impact.
The cultivation base of this group of people has been transferred, and there is not much power left, so the impact attack they play does not pose much threat at all.
The real trouble is that Guo Zhanyun is still attacking fiercely in front of him. He has concentrated the power of thirty-six people on his own, and every punch is very violent.
One punch, two punches, three punches... five punches... ten punches... twenty punches...
Xiao Yi resisted the offensive and held on to the main position, but he began to feel weak.
The Netherworld Umbrella was constantly being attacked, and it had a tendency to bend due to the shock. Even Xiao Yi's hand was so shaken that he could hardly hold it.
"Made, you have been attacking for so long, are you not tired at all?"
Xiao Yi glanced around and saw several generals adjusting their breath and recovering their strength.
This is the scary part of the Thirty-Six Tiangang Battle Formations. Some people are responsible for attacking, some are responsible for adjusting the breath and injuries, and some are responsible for recovering their strength.
Guo Zhanyun has so many companions supporting him, so he doesn’t have to worry about injuries or fatigue, he can just attack with all his strength.
"Break it for me!"
With a roar, Guo Zhanyun finally forced open the Nether Umbrella, and then punched Xiao Yi hard.
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth in pain, and then vomited out a mouthful of blood.
If he hadn't been deeply cultivated, this punch wouldn't have been as simple as injury.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Yi did not fight back, because he knew that if he hit him, it would not cause any damage, and it would be a waste of energy.
His attention is still on other generals, and he must get rid of a few in order to undermine their faith and destroy their unity.
Guo Zhanyun also noticed Xiao Yi's gaze, so he sneered: "I want to pick a soft persimmon, I'm dreaming!"
As he spoke, another quick and accurate punch came.
This time, Xiao Yi dodged directly, and the lightning flash shifted, and he was in front of another general in a blink of an eye.
"I'm sorry, there are many of you and you are bullying the few, so I will pick the weak ones."
Xiao Yi roared, and the thunderous electricity exploded, condensing five thunderballs and blasting them together.
Seeing this scene, all the warriors immediately transferred their strength to strengthen the strength of their companions, and at the same time prepared to share the damage.
At this moment, Xiao Yi also realized that it was impossible, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.
The five thunderballs were still fired, and the five thunderballs pressed forward together.
That warrior, like Guo Zhanyun, concentrated the cultivation of thirty-six people into one body. He was suddenly full of confidence, burst out with powerful strength, straightened his back, and resisted the five thunder bombs.
The thunderous electricity surged and struck continuously.
The five thunderballs exploded in turn, very violently.
Xiao Yi went all out and brought out all the cultivation levels of the second level of the Holy Realm.
However, it was still useless. The man gave a light drink, which directly dispersed the surrounding thunder and electricity, and finally stood in front of Xiao Yi.
"Mad, that's it!"
Xiao Yi saw a trace of blood spilling from the corner of the man's mouth, and immediately glanced around and found that the thirty-six generals were all virtuous.
Under the leadership of Guo Zhanyun, they all made a unified movement, a trace of blood on the corners of their mouths, showing contempt.
That expression seemed to be telling Xiao Yi, no matter what, it doesn’t matter if you come a few times.
Xiao Yi realized that this battle was not going to be easy, so he quickly retreated and looked for a target to attack again.
Guo Zhanyun smiled and said: "I advise you to concentrate on dealing with one of them. Our cultivation can be transferred to any one of us instantly. No matter who you choose to attack, the result will be the same."
After hearing this, Xiao Yi took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality.
Then, he turned around and said with a smile: "Really, I don't think so? There is a decisive difference between hitting you and hitting them."
Guo Zhanyun crossed his arms and said with disdain: "Okay, since you don't give up, then we will beat you until you give up."
Before he finished speaking, the thirty-six warriors collectively pushed their momentum upwards, and Unicom's aura strengthened again, forming a spherical cage that firmly trapped Xiao Yi.
"Damn it, you didn't do this because you thought I was going to run away."
Xiao Yi disagreed, clenched his fists, and said forcefully: "I'm telling you right now, I won't run, I will defeat you and leave in a cool way."
"Okay, come on if you can!"
Guo Zhanyun was annoyed. He was arrogant. He didn't expect that Xiao Yi was even more arrogant than him.
The two sides set up their stances, and the thirty-sixth battle focused on Xiao Yi's every move, secretly wondering which one he would pick next.
Xiao Yi smiled softly and began to stretch his muscles and muscles, rub his fists and palms, and started warm-up exercises.
This makes people confused. What does this mean? To fight or not to fight? Why does it feel so unserious?
