Han Li looked at the magic weapons beside him, and suddenly reached into the storage bag, and took out three identical red forks. He tossed it lightly, and it immediately turned into three red lights, rushing towards a black-clothed monk.
This set of "Flame Chain Flying Forks" was a loot that Han Li found from some unlucky ghost who died during the blood spider battle. stayed.
Han Li pointed at the other magical artifacts again, and after two black lights and six golden lights let out a long cry, they also flew out in other directions.
It was only at this time that the horror of Han Li's Dayan Jue was truly exposed. He managed to manipulate so many magic weapons without any confusion. The color, how can there be half a hard-wired idea.
After hastily throwing the black flag in his hand at the three red lights, he wanted to dodge the weapon, but the black flag burst into a ball of black light immediately under the twist of the three red lights, breaking apart inch by inch . Then the three red rays of light arrived in front of the immortal cultivator without stopping at all, and hit his shield fiercely.
Poor, it's just a low-level protective cover of a monk in the Qi refining period, how could it withstand the combined blow of three top-level magic weapons, the protective cover only lasted for a moment, and then there was a crisp cracking sound The sound disappeared.
In the monk's desperate eyes, three red lights circled around him lightly, and the black-clothed monk turned into a huge ball of fire with a "thud" and burned to ashes.
At the same time, the two black lights and six golden lights that flew out from behind also flew over the heads of the other two monks, breaking through their defensive instruments and shields effortlessly, and cutting them in half.
This time, the other monks became flustered, and they didn't care about setting up a large formation, of course it was important to save their lives.
Most of the people immediately turned around and fled into the sky, while some courageous and not very smart monks released their favorite magic weapons, trying to block Han Li's attack.
But unfortunately, Han Li didn't intend to fight or entangle with them, instead he pressed down with all his strength unceremoniously.
More than a dozen golden, black, and red rays of light will swarm up no matter what magic weapon they encounter, and the blocking magic weapon will hit a stone with an egg, and it will be smashed into countless fragments and disappear from this world. As for the owner of the magic weapon, Han Li naturally wouldn't let it go, and killed them all.
At this time, apart from those black-clothed monks who ran hundreds of feet away, the only ones who stayed here were the little prince who was showing incredible eyes, and the masked man beside him who should be Mr. Wang. This so-called "Black Wind Formation" did not display its power at all, and was destroyed by Han Li's foresight in advance.
Han Li's gaze turned to the two young princes, causing them to yell "Not good" inwardly, and at the same time made a guard posture, and a faint black light emitted from their bodies, covering their figures. Instantly became gloomy.
"Hmph, playing tricks!" Han Li said with a sneer.
Although I don't know what kind of exercises these two people used. But it is obviously very similar to the magic skills of the bald man, but I don't know why the black light on them is not the blood light of the big man. Is it because of different levels of cultivation? Han Li thought with some doubts.
Han Li didn't know that at this moment, the two young princes were secretly complaining!
Han Li's cultivation base and the sharpness of the magic weapon far exceeded the two people's previous plans. It's not that they haven't seen a cultivator at the foundation stage, but the strength of Han Li, a cultivator at the foundation stage. It is simply not comparable to those monks in the religion who are also altar masters in the Foundation Establishment period. Let alone one-on-one, it is estimated that even if two or three altar masters come together, they may not be able to match this person.
The extremely fast agility that is almost invisible to the naked eye, and the strange imperial weapon that one person can manipulate more than ten magical weapons at the same time, all these are things they have never heard of.
Now it seems that Lord Blood Warrior may not be this person's opponent! Although this Lord Blood Warrior seems to have used some kind of secret technique.
And although the two of them boasted that their strength was far superior to other Qi refining stage monks, they were not arrogant enough to think that if they joined hands, they could fight Han Li. Therefore, even though he activated the secret technique on his body, not only did he not move forward, but he retreated cautiously and slowly.
Contrary to them, the four friends of Mengshan were stunned by Han Li's display of supernatural power.
Although these few people know that Han Li is very powerful, but how strong is it, because there is no reference and naturally there is no way to compare. But now that I have witnessed it with my own eyes, Han Li killed more than a dozen immortal cultivators who were similar to them in an instant, and the rest fled away in horror and did not dare to stay for a while. . This kind of practice! This kind of practice! Let a few of them be convinced.
Han Li took a deep breath, and when he wanted to take down the little prince and Boss Wang in one go, suddenly a roar full of animal nature came from the bloody light group on one side, and the voice was full of indescribable madness meaning.
Hearing this, the two young princes couldn't help but looked at each other in surprise.
And Han Li's expression became serious, and he didn't care about the two people opposite him. He hurriedly touched it from the storage bag, and a small and exquisite magic weapon appeared in his hand.
Han Li threw the object towards the bloody light ball without hesitation.
I saw a small yellow bell growing in the wind after Han Li let go, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge bronze bell with a height of five or six feet. This is exactly Han Li's prize of war, the "Zhoutian Bell", which was obtained by Xuan Le, a monk of the Moon Sect. At that time, it was this magic weapon that trapped the extremely vicious blood spider under it, which shows how powerful it is.
After the loud bang of "Dang", the clock accurately trapped the blood-colored light ball that was producing a strange deformation, and it was caught in it at once, and no roar was heard anymore.
Seeing Han Li's move, the two young princes, who had just shown joy, couldn't help but froze.
Could it be that Lord Blood Warrior was caught so easily
Han Li turned around and suddenly gave them both a weird smile, then raised his hands together.
In an instant, countless large and small fireballs scrambled out of his hands, hitting them densely like a storm, and the nearby sky was dyed fiery red.
This scene startled the two young princes, and hastily released a defensive disk magic weapon, and put them in front of them.
A series of deafening crackling sounds kept crackling, making the little prince dizzy for a while.
Even because there were too many fireballs, a few fish that slipped through the net directly hit the little prince's body, causing the black energy in his body to be blown away a lot.
The little prince, who was in a panic, was shocked and angry. He knew very well that it was definitely because a large number of talismans were issued together that such a big momentum could be created.
It was so easy to wait until the rain of fireballs passed, but suddenly there was a scream from beside him, which made his body tremble, and he hurriedly turned to look sideways.
As a result, he took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of horror.
I saw the skinny, masked man who was standing not far from him, but at some point the black energy from his body dissipated, and he was lifted by Han Li's hands weakly, and one side of his body was bloody, leaving only the next arm.
This situation made the little prince startled, and at the same time, he really had the fear of being unable to resist Han Li, and couldn't help but secretly scolded the blood servant for being useless.
Han Li gave the little prince a cold look, and unceremoniously tore off the mask from the masked man in his hand. It was the head of the Prince Xin's residence. It's just that the original thin face was twisted and deformed because of the pain of the broken arm.
"Impossible, how did you capture him, our protective evil spirit is not so easy to break through!" The little prince said with a light breath, but suddenly he raised his hands, and more than a dozen black glows flashed away shot towards Han Li.
A sneer suddenly appeared on Han Li's dull face. Raising one hand, a black, shield-like thing appeared in front of him out of thin air.
As a result, those powerful black lights directly hit the top, but apart from a muffled sound, there was no effect at all.
The little prince was startled and took a closer look, only to find that this "shield" was actually a huge tortoise shell, but the whole body of the tortoise shell was black and dull, it should have been specially refined.
Seeing this scene, the little prince rolled his eyes, and under the black light on his body, he suddenly flew upside down like lightning. Then as soon as he turned around, he wanted to run away like the other escaped monks.
But as one of the necessary targets to be captured alive, how could Han Li let him escape so easily. After a flash, Han Li easily appeared in front of the little prince, and raised his hand, a blue giant sword several feet long appeared out of thin air, unceremoniously slashing at the young prince head-on.
Seeing this, the little prince was secretly happy.
His body-protecting evil spirit is designed to pollute all kinds of magic weapons, so he doesn't care that this giant sword will hurt him. Instead, he can use this opportunity to cover and escape with all his strength.
Thinking of this, as soon as the young prince's figure rose in the lasing, people wanted to pass directly over Han Li's head.