At such a close range, Han Li could not react at all.
There was a flash of blood, and the blood needle pierced the door in front of Han Li like a ghost.
The corners of the figure's mouth in the blood mist moved, revealing a hint of a sinister smile.
This magical power allows him to kill countless powerful enemies without ever missing a beat.
There was a crisp sound of "dang" as the metal hit, and the thin needle seemed to be stuck on the steel plate, and bounced away with a slight bounce.
Han Li's expression changed drastically. He reached forward with an arm vaguely and grabbed the blood needle in his hand. The smile that had just appeared on the figure in the blood mist froze.
"Can your body block my Blood River Ming Needle?" The figure in the blood mist seemed a little unbelievable.
But Han Li didn't say a word, and just slowly released five of them in front of him.
I saw the blood needle stirring in the palm of my hand, as if it was alive. However, patches of five-color flames appeared in the palm of my hand, making it impossible for the needle to move even an inch away.
Han Li's face looked ugly, even a little livid, and a feeling of extreme cold lingered in his heart.
This unexpected sneak attack by the other party really made him feel that he had gone around the gate of hell and came back again.
If it weren't for the fact that his physical body was far more powerful than monsters of the same level, and his skin and bones were tougher than ordinary magic weapons, a human monk would have died just like that.
But just like this, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He had not experienced this feeling of almost passing by life and death for many years.
The figure in the blood mist was not as frightened as Han Li!
He had never heard of many opponents whose bodies were so powerful. He couldn't help but wonder if Han Li was really a flying spirit rather than some powerful monster transformed into a physical body.
Its face also looked a little uncertain.
At this moment, Han Li slowly raised his hand, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let out a cold snort.
The figure in the blood mist felt a shock in his head, as if someone had stabbed him hard with a sharp awl, and he suddenly felt extremely painful.
Even though this human figure's spiritual consciousness was not comparable to that of monsters of the same level, he still couldn't help but sway in pain and almost immediately bowed down.
And almost at the same time, the remaining trace of clarity he felt felt a breeze blowing behind him, and then a strange cold suddenly hit his waist.
The man was shocked and wanted to dodge, but his hands and feet became abnormally dull under the severe pain of his spiritual thoughts, and he had no time to dodge.
It could only let out a low shout, and suddenly its body glowed with blood, and a strange blue scale armor appeared, which could protect its whole body from the wind and rain in front of the strange cold.
With a "Pfft" sound, a ray of golden light pierced the scales, but it only penetrated a few inches and could no longer penetrate any further. The golden light converged, and a golden flying sword about a foot long appeared.
It is Han Li's Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
A few feet away behind the blood mist, Han Li stood there with a surprised look on his face.
Just when he sent out the shocking thorn, he used the magical power of the Wind and Thunder Wings, borrowed the wind escape technique, and teleported to this place as a breeze, and slashed into the blood mist with a lightning-like sword.
But I didn't expect that the other party could maintain a trace of clarity and release a strange scale armor, which could actually block the sharpness of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
What kind of armor is this? It's so strong.
Han Li was surprised.
"court death!"
In just this moment, the figure in the blood mist completely recovered from the shocking stab. Han Li's sword just now also made it frightened. In anger, he turned around and opened his mouth, blasting a bloody beam of light.
gush out.
But Han Li had no intention of taking the blow forcefully. He flicked his wings behind his back and disappeared without a trace in the blue-white lightning.
The next moment, there was a sound of thunder where Han Li was standing, and he reappeared there.
His expression became calm as usual, as if he had never left this place in the first place.
At this time, there was a low shout from the opposite side, and the blood mist gradually dissipated, revealing the true face of the figure in Lushan.
It was actually a blood-red monster with the head of a dragon and the body of a dragon!