At this moment, the gray-robed monk's face became extremely ugly.
This sword formation was far more mysterious than they expected.
Han Li saw that although the faces of the two people below him changed drastically, they never showed any panic expression. Their eyes flickered a few times in thought, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
At this time, the two old women took out several other treasures and tried to resist the approach of the sword wire.
Han Li's expression changed. The humanoid puppet that had been standing behind him suddenly had a faint flash of light around him and disappeared from the place out of thin air.
A moment later, the golden wires surrounding the sword array were only about twenty feet away from the two people in the middle.
This forced the old woman and the gray-robed monk to even begin to explode the ancient treasures they had sacrificed. As a result, although the golden threads were temporarily stopped, they still could not stop them from approaching.
"No, this sword formation is too weird. It can't be broken with ordinary treasures. Use that thing quickly. Only the power of that thing can defeat the sword formation!" The old woman saw that the golden thread was getting closer and closer to her.
Finally, a look of fear appeared on his face, he suddenly turned his head and said anxiously to the gray-robed monk.
"With that thing, you can naturally break the sword formation. But how will you deal with the boy named Han later?" The gray-robed monk hesitated.
"We don't care about this much. If we break the sword formation, we still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, if the sword formation closes in a moment, you and I will die. It will be useless to keep this thing." The old woman said without thinking.
When the gray-robed monk heard this, the muscles on his face twitched. Then he looked at the golden wires all around him that had closed up several feet in a short time. He finally gritted his teeth and nodded.
Immediately, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and a strange thing suddenly appeared in his palm.
It turned out to be a fiery red ball as big as a fist. It was so red that it was difficult to see what it was. However, there was a gold and silver forbidden talisman attached to the surface of the ball. The gray-robed monk held it with one hand.
This thing has a cautious look on its face, and an unusually solemn look.
"Fellow Mojiu, do it quickly! If this thing is effective at too close range, we will also be involved." The old woman looked at the golden thread of the sword formation that was only about ten feet away from them, and screamed in an unusually sharp voice.
road.
The gray-robed monk sighed and raised his hand to pull the talisman on the red ball, as if he was going to use it soon.
But at this moment, a faint silver light flashed behind the gray-robed monk, and a figure emerged from the void. Its movements were as silent as a ghost, so that the monk did not notice anything strange.
The old woman standing opposite the monk saw this strange thing and immediately screamed in shock.
"Be careful, behind you!"
The old woman warned loudly, and at the same time, she flicked her sleeves and robe, and a flash of yellow light shot towards the figure.
When the gray-robed monk heard the old woman's warning words, he naturally felt a shiver in his heart. Without thinking too much, he swayed and was about to shoot out immediately. At the same time, the arm holding the ball also subconsciously shrank, trying to push the ball away.
He put it into his sleeves and robe. But his action was a little late.
The humanoid puppet emerged behind him, and the puppet possessed the magical power of a monk in the late Yuanying period. As soon as he saw it move, one hand directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, and the other hand
Then he grabbed the fiery red ball. The movement could be described as thunder and lightning, extremely fast.
With a muffled groan, the monk stumbled.
The humanoid puppet thrust its silver palm towards his vitals, and although it easily separated the body-protecting aura, the moment it touched the man's back, a strange phantom bird with black feathers appeared from his back.
Although the puppet palm lowered its silver light, it still easily cut open the phantom of the strange bird, but the movement was naturally slow, allowing the monk to avoid the vital point, and only cut a long button on his shoulder, causing blood to flow.
.And the other palm that grabbed the red ball was almost about to succeed when the ball suddenly left the monk's hand and shot towards the old woman on the other side.
The old woman sprayed out yellow light and arrived in front of the humanoid puppet, and there was a gleaming yellow thin needle.
The humanoid puppet's eyes glowed with purple light, and it did not dodge the needle. The arm that was grabbing the fiery red ball suddenly trembled, and then a "crack" sound came.
This arm actually flew out from his body, caught up with the ball in front of him in a flash, grabbed it in his hand, and then shot back in a spiral.
The yellow thin needle hit the humanoid puppet's head almost simultaneously, making a dull explosion and yellow light flashing up.
"not good!"
"ah"
Two completely different cries, one of surprise and one of joy, came from the mouths of the monk and the old woman at the same time.
It wasn't that the two of them had any different ideas, but that the monk was naturally frightened and angry when he saw the fiery red ball being taken away by others, while the old woman in the distance saw her own magic weapon that had been cultivated for hundreds of years, and it hit her in one fell swoop.
The opponent's vital point was vulnerable, but the opponent didn't have any protection at all. I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
The humanoid puppet took several steps back before barely stabilizing its figure, straightening up again, and looking coldly at the old woman. A small hole as thick as a thumb suddenly appeared at its temple, but immediately a silver light shone in the hole.
In a flash, it disappeared as before, leaving not even a trace of scar.
This scene made the old woman stunned, but she immediately sensed something again and suddenly let out a scream:
"Huangmeizhen, what did you do to my Huangmeizhen?"
The humanoid puppet slowly raised one of its numb palms. In the center of the hand, the yellow thin needle was bouncing and shaking. It tried desperately to escape from the palm, but it was wrapped in a ball of silver light and could not do it at all.
Get away from here.
When the old woman saw this, her face became extremely pale, her lips moved, and when she was about to say something, the humanoid puppet suddenly rubbed his hands together, and a dazzling silver light emitted from the palms of his hands, and the thin yellow needle suddenly became dim.
The spirituality was greatly lost.
But the old woman was so affected that she screamed loudly and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, which actually damaged a lot of her vitality.
The gray-robed monk's face was livid, and he didn't care about the injury on his back. He suddenly raised his hands. Countless fists of silver light surged out from his hands, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. He didn't know what kind of treasure it was, but it was so powerful.
amazing.
But when Han Li saw this scene in the air, he sneered and thought.
The humanoid puppet just made a hand gesture with both hands, and the silver light around it shone brightly. Then the light shrank again, and then it mysteriously disappeared on the spot.
Those silver light groups naturally hit the void one after another, without any effect at all.
The monk and the old woman looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.
At this time, the surrounding golden wires were only seven or eight feet away from the two of them. Even if they were very capable, they could no longer fly.
Han Li was suspended high in the air, his hands behind his back, looking down with some indifference.
The Dageng Sword Formation finally came together completely, and countless golden threads finally turned into a huge golden ball of light. From the ball of light, there was first a roaring explosion sound, shaking the ball of light several times.
, then the screams of the old woman and the monk came successively,
Under the perspective of his spiritual eyes, he clearly saw that the bodies of these two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks were torn apart by random blades in the blink of an eye.
The Nascent Soul hidden in the body could hold on for a while, but under the continuous cutting of so many golden threads, it finally turned into little green lights and disappeared from this world without a trace.
As for the storage bags of the two and the treasures they used, not a single thing was left. They were all destroyed by the power of the sword array. Only two small groups of yellow and green were left.
The cold flame floats gently in the air.
With a slight sigh, Han Li's expression softened, but he showed a hint of loneliness.
After a moment of silence, a silver light suddenly flashed beside him, and the humanoid puppet appeared silently. With one hand, the flaming red ball he had snatched appeared in Han Li's eyes.
Han Li reached out his hand to take it without saying a word, and looked at it carefully.
This round ball is translucent when viewed closely. There is a dazzling red flame rolling inside. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a miniature firebird circling and flying there. It is lifelike and extremely magical. And around the firebird
, there are colorful runes flashing, and if you look closely at each rune, you will find that they are all specious ancient writings. With Han Li's current knowledge of ancient writings, he is unable to identify the approximate origin of these writings.
It seems to be a completely new type of ancient writing!
Han Li studied it for a long time and frowned slightly.
Since these two people came up with this item at the last minute, it must be of great importance and they regard it as a weapon.
But although this ball does look a bit magical, it seems to contain a lot of fire-attribute spiritual power. But if this spiritual power can be destroyed, his Da Geng Sword Formation is simply a joke. Look.
The real power of this thing should be in those runes. But he couldn't identify any of these ancient words, and naturally he couldn't understand them.
Now was not the time for him to study things carefully. Han Li thought for a while, took out a few more forbidden talismans from the storage bag, and stuck them on the ball. Then he took out a wooden box that looked like gold but not gold, and put the
This world was carefully put away and reserved for later use.
At this time, Han Li raised his head and looked in the direction of the unicorn phantom. He saw that the phantom had shrunk in size in just a short period of time. And the fire floating and flying inside it was
Crow, however, appears to be mentally abnormal, and is actually about one-third larger in size.
Seeing this scene, Han Li touched his chin with a look of thought in his eyes.
He was not in a hurry to take back this wisp of true fire. He first made a seal with his hands and spoke a spell in his mouth.
Suddenly, hundreds of golden lights emerged from the void below. With a tremor, most of them collapsed and disappeared, leaving only thirty-six small golden swords.
Han Li shook his sleeves indifferently, and these small swords turned into golden rainbows and disappeared into his sleeves. Then he turned his eyes and landed on the two small groups of cold flames that were left in place.
The two groups of cold flames were motionless below, flashing faintly and looking really inconspicuous.