This time, the grey-robed monk's face became very ugly.
This sword formation was far more mysterious than they expected.
Han Li saw that although the faces of the two people below had changed drastically, they never really showed panic expressions. Their eyes flickered a few times thoughtfully, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly.
At this time, the two old women took out several other treasures, trying to resist the approach of the sword silk.
Han Li's expression changed, and the humanoid puppet who had been standing behind him suddenly disappeared from the spot with a flash of inspiration.
After a while, the gold wires around the sword array were only twenty feet away from the two people in the middle.
The old woman and the gray-robed monk even started to explode the ancient treasures sacrificed. Although the golden threads were temporarily stopped, they still couldn't stop them from approaching.
"No, this sword formation is too weird. There is no way to break it with ordinary treasures. Use that thing! 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 herself, Finally, a look of fear appeared on his face, and after turning his head suddenly, he said anxiously to the gray-robed monk.
"Using that thing, of course, can break the sword array, but how to deal with kid surnamed Han?" The gray-robed monk was a little hesitant.
"Don't care too much about it. If we break the sword array, we still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, if the sword array closes in a while, you and I will die. It is useless to keep this thing." The old woman said without thinking.
Hearing this, the grey-robed monk twitched the muscles on his face, and then saw the golden wires around him closed several feet in a short time, finally gritted his teeth and nodded.
Immediately, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a strange thing appeared in the palm of his hand.
It was actually a fiery red ball the size of a fist, so red that it was impossible to see what it was. However, a gold and silver forbidden talisman was stuck on the surface of the ball, and the gray-robed monk held the object with one hand, with a cautious and dignified look on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Mojiu, hurry up! If this thing works at too close a distance, we will be involved too." The old woman looked at the golden thread of the sword formation that was only ten feet away from them, and called out sharply road.
The gray-robed monk sighed, raised his hand and pulled the talisman on the red ball, as if he was about to use it.
But at this moment, a faint silver light flashed behind the gray-robed monk, and a figure emerged from the void. Its actions were as silent as a ghost, so that the monk didn't notice anything strange.
The old woman standing opposite the monk saw this strange thing at first glance, and immediately let out a loud cry in shock.
"Be careful, behind you!"
The old woman reminded loudly, and at the same time, with a flick of her sleeve, a yellow light shot towards the figure in a flash.
Hearing the old woman's warning words, the gray-robed monk naturally shuddered in his heart. Before he could think about it, he was about to shoot out immediately. At the same time, the arm holding the ball shrank subconsciously, trying to push the ball It was put into the sleeve robe, but its action was a bit late.
What emerged behind him was the humanoid puppet, and the puppet possessed the supernatural powers of a late Nascent Soul cultivator. As soon as it moved, one hand was directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, and the other hand was Grabbing the fiery red ball, the movement can be described as thunder and lightning, extremely fast.
With a muffled groan, the monk staggered.
Although the human-shaped puppet's silver palm inserted into his vitals easily separated his body-protecting aura, but the moment it touched the man's back, a phantom of a strange bird surrounded by feathers emerged from his back.
Although the puppet's palm was lowered, it still easily cut the strange bird phantom, but the movement was naturally slow, allowing the monk to avoid the vital point, but a long cut was made on the shoulder, and the blood flowed .
And the other palm was grabbing the red ball, and when it was about to succeed, the ball suddenly left the monk's hand and shot towards the old woman on the other side.
The yellow awn sprayed out by the old woman has reached the front of the puppet, and it is actually a gleaming yellow needle.
The human-shaped puppet's eyes were shining with purple light, and it didn't dodge the needle, but the arm that was grabbing the fiery red ball suddenly trembled, and then there was a "cracking" sound.
The arm unexpectedly broke away from his body and flew out, caught up with the ball in front of him in a flash, caught it in his hand, and then shot back in a circle.
The thin yellow needles hit the puppet's head almost simultaneously, making a dull burst, and the yellow light flashed.
"not good!"
"ah!"
Two completely different cries of surprise and joy came from the mouths of the monk and the old woman at the same time.
It wasn't that the two had different ideas, but that the monk saw the fiery red ball being put away by others, and he was naturally frightened and angry.
But the old woman in the distance could not help but be overjoyed when she saw that her talisman, which had been cultivated for hundreds of years, hit the opponent's vital point in one blow, and the opponent seemed to have no defense at all.
The puppet in human form took several steps back before it barely stabilized, stood up straight again, and looked at the old woman coldly. At his temple, a small hole the size of a thumb suddenly appeared there, but with a flash of silver light in the hole, it disappeared as before, not leaving even a trace of scars.
This scene made the old woman dumbfounded, but she sensed something again, and screamed suddenly: "Huangmeizhen, what did you do to my Huangmeizhen?"
The wooden puppet's palm was slowly raised, and in the center of the hand, the thin yellow needle was bouncing and shaking, desperately trying to escape from the palm, but it was wrapped in a ball of silver light, unable to move at all. Get out of here.
When the old woman saw this scene, her face became extremely pale. His lips moved, and when he was about to say something, the humanoid puppet suddenly rubbed his hands together, a glaring silver light shone between the palms, and the thin yellow needle suddenly became dim, and its spirituality was greatly lost.
But the old woman, under the influence of her mind, yelled loudly and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, which damaged a lot of vitality in one fell swoop.
The grey-robed monk's face was ashen, he didn't care about the injury on his back, suddenly raised his hands, and countless clusters of fist-sized silver light rushed out from his hands, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. amazing.
But when Han Li saw this scene in the air, he let out a sneer and his divine sense moved.
The human-shaped puppet made a fist with both hands in a daze, shining a silver light all over its body, and then disappeared in place strangely as soon as the light converged.
Those silver light clusters naturally hit the void one after another, without any effect.
The monk and the old woman looked at each other, and they both saw despair in each other's eyes.
But this time, the surrounding gold wires were only seven or eight zhang away from the two of them. Even though they had great abilities, they were already unable to fly.
Han Li was suspended in the sky, with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently.
The Da Geng sword array was finally completely closed together, and the countless golden threads finally turned into a huge ball of golden light, and first there was a roaring crackling sound in the ball of light, shaking the ball of light several times, Then the screams of the old woman and the monk came one after another.
Under the perspective of his spiritual eyes, he clearly saw that the bodies of these two middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were dismembered in a blink of an eye.
The Nascent Soul hidden in the fleshy body held on for a while longer, but after so many golden threads continued to be cut, it finally turned into a little bit of aura and disappeared from this world without a trace.
As for the storage bags of the two of them and the treasures driven by the two of them, there is nothing left, all of which were wiped out by the power of the sword array, leaving only two small groups of yellow and green The extremely cold flame floated gently in the air.
Sighing lightly, Han Li's expression softened, but he showed a bit of loneliness.
After a moment of silence, a silver light flashed beside him, and a humanoid puppet appeared without a sound. With one hand, the fiery red ball that he had snatched appeared in Han Li's eyes.
Han Li stretched out his hand to take it without saying a word, and looked at it carefully.
Looking closely at the sphere, it is translucent, with a glaring red flame tumbling faintly inside. If you look closely, you will find a mini firebird hovering and dancing there, lifelike and extremely magical. And around the fire bird, there are colorful runes flashing, and each rune is a kind of plausible ancient script upon closer inspection. With Han Li's profound knowledge of ancient characters, he was unable to recognize the approximate origin of these characters.
It seems to be a brand new type of ancient writing!
Han Li looked at it for a long time and frowned slightly.
Since this item was brought out by these two people at the last moment, it must be of no small importance, and they regarded it as a treasure of the killer's trump card.
But although this ball does look a little magical, and it seems to contain a lot of fire attribute spiritual power, but if this little spiritual power can destroy his Great Geng Sword Formation, it is simply a dream. It seems that the real power of this thing should be on those runes. But he couldn't recognize any of these ancient prose, let alone how to comprehend them.
Now was not the time for him to study things carefully. Han Li thought for a while, took out a few more prohibition talismans from the storage bag, and pasted them on the ball, and then took out a wooden box that looked like gold but not gold, and carefully put the golden ball away for later Use it later.
At this time, Han Li raised his head and looked in the direction of the phantom of the unicorn, and saw that the phantom had become smaller in this short period of time, and the fire crow floating in its body, But he seemed mentally abnormal, but his body was about one-third bigger.
Seeing this scene, Han Li rubbed his chin, his eyes revealed a look of thought.
Immediately, he was not in a hurry to take back the wisp of real fire, he first made a formula with both hands, and the incantation came out of his mouth.
Immediately, hundreds of golden lights emerged from the void below, most of them collapsed and disappeared with a tremor, and only thirty-six small golden swords remained.
With a flick of Han Li's indifferent sleeve robe, these small swords turned into streaks of golden rainbows and sank into his sleeves. Then his gaze turned, and he landed on the two small balls of cold flames left in place.
The two groups of cold flames were motionless below, flickering with a faint gleam, which looked really inconspicuous.