The eight people in the formation were like the eight blades of a windmill, taking turns to attack Mu Ping, and waves of unevenness rose again and again.

The power of the giant palm of the dustpan is only big compared to Yuwenchi, and the specific fire poison contained in the palm sets off a puff of yellow smoke, which chokes people's noses when they smell it.

"Break it for me!"

Mu Ping also came to the fire, although the power of the Bafang Trapped Dragon Formation is not very large, it can be improved by the people of the Eight Arrays, and it has become a wheel tactic, and the formation extracts part of the cultivation of the other seven people, and all the brains are increased to attack the person, so that when the person attacks, it is more than two small realms higher than his original cultivation, because the eight people take turns to attack, so the extracted cultivation has formed a balance to a certain extent, making this formation very scientific and fair.

What a genius idea!

The time was short, and Mu Ping didn't have time to study the formation at all, only to see that his right hand suddenly became larger, and suddenly swelled to the size of a full meter, emitting a milky yellow light, in fact, it was not the palm of the hand that became bigger, but the result of a burst of vitality shooting out of the palm. It was he who unleashed the first of the three types of Death, the Death Knife.

The one-meter-long palm stood up, turned into a palm knife, and slashed at the fire dragon palm.

"Poof", as if the cloth was cracked, and like a piece of cowhide was torn. The fire dragon palm met the vitality palm and was torn apart like a withering and decaying body.

"Whew-"

The middle-aged man let out a howl similar to that of a beast, and when he looked down, his right palm had been split in two, and his metacarpal bones were shattered, and he couldn't see the shape.

Before Mu Ping could check the results of the battle, a giant axe of the fourth person fell from the sky.

"Open!"

He didn't care about anything else, his body twisted, and Feng Dun was unfolded by him, jumping to the side at an incredible angle, and with a wave of his right hand, a one-meter-sized palm knife was wiped horizontally towards the waist of the sneak attacker.

With a "click", the man's waist bone shattered in response, the whole person withered, and a pool of blood also gushed out of his waist.

It's a long story, but it happens just a matter of lightning. If it weren't for the middle-grade spirit stone that Mu Ping held in his left hand that continuously provided vitality, he would probably use up all his strength in such a few moments. Rao was like this, and the medium-grade spirit stone in his left hand also turned into ashes.

One person is dead, the Bafang Trapped Dragon Array is a meal, with a pause of about a breath, Mu Ping turned over a harrier and landed steadily among the remaining seven people, his hand did not stop, beams of light flew out of his hand, and at the same time, the bursting golden needles also flew from his hand to the void.

In less than ten breaths of effort, the array materials and the bursting golden needle were arranged into a fifth-level trapping and killing array, trapping these seven people in it.

"Luohan Slash!"

Before Mu Ping could breathe, the old man who was called the Great Elder at the head roared, and the remaining seven people, including the guy with the right hand injury, flew up together, and in the blink of an eye, they were stacked into Arhats, forming a behemoth more than two feet high, this big thing has fourteen palms and seven heads, and the big elder on the top is more like a judge, holding a judge pen more than one meter long and the thickness of an adult's arm, majestic and murderous.

He waved his right hand continuously, and one by one the big slashing words overwhelmingly attacked Mu Ping, each word was an internal force, no less than the full force of a late-stage powerhouse.

Mu Ping couldn't help but be secretly frightened, the Bafang Trapped Dragon Formation could be improved by them like this, and he didn't dare to say that there was no one who came later, but there was no one before, at least he had never seen it as an emperor array master, which also provided him with ideas for improving the formation in the future.

But now is not the time to think about these at all, as long as the Eight Directions Trapped Dragon Formation finds the formation eye, it will be broken, in fact, the great elder who is at the peak of the early stage of the heaven level led by him is the formation eye, this is what he just discovered, it is not that his formation cultivation is not up to par, but he didn't expect the other party to change it like this.

Now that the array has turned into a dragon head, the power of the seven people is concentrated on him alone, and the display is also good, and the internal force is endless.

"Kill!"

Mu Ping did not retreat but advanced, forming a vitality shield on his body, covering his entire body, and his left hand had already held a spirit stone, and with a wave of his right hand, a bursting golden needle flew out with a "boom", and the heaven and earth suddenly changed, and the fifth-level trapping and killing array was immediately launched.

Half-foot-long wind blades rained down from the sky. Now that he is a third-level cultivator of the real tree, this fifth-level trapped killing array cannot form any other lethality except for the wind blade and fireballs, but these two things are enough to deal with these monks whose cultivation has not yet reached the Xuandan.

It's too late, it's too soon. The slash fell on Mu Ping, and at first he couldn't even break his vitality shield, but as time went by, the shield flickered fluorescently, and it could be broken at any time.

The wind blades that could fall from the sky were also like sharp knives, constantly cutting the bodies of the seven people. The old man at the top can still protect himself, and the monks under him who have already lowered their cultivation to two small realms are not enough.

Although they waved the blades in their hands and kept fending off those wind blades, there were too many of them.

"Puff puff!"

In less than ten breaths, the six people below were cut into human sticks by the wind blade, and their arms were all cut off at the shoulder.

"Ahh

They had never experienced such a tragic battle, and they all made painful sounds, but they were really urinating, the great elder didn't speak, and none of them chose to quit halfway, I am afraid that they will not be able to retreat if they want to.

"Poof!"

Mu Ping opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his expression was also slightly sluggish, after a hard fight, his consumption was really greater than the supply of spirit stones, and after such a while, the yuan power on his body was consumed by more than half.

"Hold on, everyone, this grandson is going to be finished!"

The Great Elder waved his right hand continuously, and one by one the big slashing words flew towards Mu Ping like snowflakes. Although he is also disheveled, the clothes on his body have become strands, and there are wounds that are turned outward like a child's mouth, and the purple-red blood has already soaked through his clothes, flowing all over his body, and the black light flashes in the sun, but he is also fighting, and there is only one obsession in his heart, that is, to kill the kid in front of him no matter what.

The battle has been going on so far, and what I have fought for is a will and a ruthlessness.

Mu Ping was also speechless for a while, "It's really a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs!" If it was in his heyday, these monks who were similar to building foundations, he could crush a large piece of land with one finger, but now he has paid such a big price and has not won, it is really intolerable!

"Kill!"

When he waved his hand, the four medium-grade spirit stones were also held between his hands, and a monstrous momentum emanated from his body, and the crumbling shield was also stabilized by him, protecting his body.

And his cultivation also rose in a straight line, and he soon recovered to the early stage of the third layer of the solid tree, moving towards the peak. A huge fireball with a diameter of one meter slowly formed between his hands, and a scorching heat radiated in all directions.

It was he who used the fireball technique to gather the countless fireballs that had been generated.

He slowly lifted the fireball above his head with both hands, and threw it at the stick.

"Puff puff!"

The huge chopping word met the fireball, as if the mist met the tumbling molten iron, and immediately evaporated.

"Withdraw!"

The Great Elder finally sensed a terrifying threat that was enough to kill him.