Contrary to the great movement of the gray and white clouds, Han Li's side was silent, and a layer of black air suddenly covered the raised right arm. The black air continued to expand and contract, and gradually became denser. When it became as black as ink, Han Li's face showed a solemn expression.
The entire right arm began to swell rapidly, becoming two or three times thicker in the blink of an eye, and a layer of glaring blood even appeared on the surface, which looked extremely strange under the cover of black air.
At this time, Han Li raised his head and glanced across.
The gray-white cloud cluster was still roaring loudly, rising continuously, and in a blink of an eye it had already covered an area of twenty or thirty feet. A stern look flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he suddenly spit out the word "broken" from his mouth.
The thick arm suddenly shrank, and then suddenly vomited. A black-red light sheet shot out from the palm of the hand, and when it was released from the hand, it was as large as several feet wide, and then the sound of "Zla" was heard, and the light sheet brought out a long tail light, flying in an instant. before the cloud.
Wen Tianren seemed to realize that something was wrong, the ancient bronze shield entangled with the giant sword above his head, with a flash of brilliance, blocked in front of the cloud.
The light sheet didn't stop at all, and just passed by as if there was nothing. The copper shield was like being squeezed into mud, split into two silently, and dust fell.
And there was a muffled hum from the cloud behind the shield, and then a black gap appeared in the middle. After a while, the cloud group broke into two pieces like a shattered picture scroll. And that huge light sheet, after cutting off the cloud cluster and jetting out more than ten feet away, turned into a little bit of starlight, completely disintegrated.
At this moment, Wen Tianren's extremely frightened and angry growl came from half of the cloud: "How dare you cut off my limbs, I want your life to pay for it." Following this roar, the other half of the cloud suddenly burst into flames. Disappeared, revealing a shriveled half arm, floating in mid-air. Judging from the style of the sleeve attached to it, it is clearly Wen Tianren's left hand.
"The Dafa of Transforming Tribulation!"
Seeing this scene, Han Li narrowed his eyes, and immediately this rumored magic secret art appeared in his mind.
This technique is to use a part of the limbs to become a substitute puppet in advance. When there is an irresistible attack that suddenly hits the body, you can let the limbs bear the calamity instead of yourself with a move of your mind. It is even more difficult to deal with curses. Especially effective.
But it is said that only Nascent Soul stage monks are qualified to practice this top-level magical secret technique, and the other party is also capable of performing this technique, which really surprised him.
As for the terrifying attack that was performed just now, it was one of the secret techniques that Han Li picked up from the Xuanyin Sutra-"Yin Demon Slash". This method has the same effect as the "Blood Spirit Diamond". It also cultivates a part of the essence in the body into a powerful special existence. When fighting with others, it is released at one time and is invincible.
This "Yin Demon Slash" is judged according to the practitioner's cultivation base, the amount of condensed essence and the length of training time to judge its power. It is rumored that if it is condensed to the deepest level, it can even cut through the space and shatter the void.
Of course, with such a one-time attack method, who would really spend so much effort on it. Even Han Li only condensed a small piece of it. After the two attacks just now were ineffective, Han Li had already guessed that the opponent's clouds might have the miraculous effect of shifting shape and changing positions, so he felt overwhelmed and used the "Yin Demon Slash" that cultivated Xiaocheng.
Although this slash still can't break the boundary and cut the sky, it is enough to break the opponent's miraculous effect of shifting shape. Sure enough, under one blow, it really worked.
Even if the other party uses the method of transforming calamity and escapes this calamity, the damage to their vitality must be not small, and the feeling of having their arms chopped off is probably unbearable.
When Han Li was thinking with a sneer, with a "shua", a piece of golden light flew out from the cloud, and rolled back the severed arm floating in the air.
Han Li was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on his face. Just as he was thinking about the other party's intentions, a mournful and strange howl roared out from the clouds. The gray-white cloud and mist swept away, revealing Wen Tianren's figure.
Han Li's eyes flashed coldly, and he stared at the past.
I saw that Wen Tianren was holding his stumped arm with one hand, staring at him with incomparable resentment. And behind him, six tall phantoms faintly appeared, or with horns on their heads. Or wearing scale armor, all of them are ferocious and terrifying, with fangs spitting out from the mouth, and the gray-white devilish energy wraps around the whole body, just like a demon descending into the world.
"Six Extremes True Demon?" Han Li murmured with a gloomy expression.
"Hmph! I'll let you know in a while that the Sixth Saint is powerful. Although these are just the phantoms of the Sixth Saint, they are more than enough to deal with you, a monk in the alchemy stage." Wen Tianren snorted coldly, and looked sideways. With his broken arm, his elegant face was full of murderous intent.
Ever since this successor of the Six Paths has achieved great cultivation, he has never suffered such a big loss. Han Li's magic weapon was so powerful that he was shocked, and even more determined to kill him.
He suddenly pressed the broken arm to the broken arm, and a slender phantom with two horns behind him opened his mouth and sprayed out a faint red mist, quickly enveloping the broken arm. After a while, the mist dissipated by itself, and the withered arm was full again, and even moved his fingers, waving them lightly twice, as if returning to the original state.
Seeing this, Han Li was shocked.
Wen Tianren took Han Li's expression into his eyes, a sneer flashed across his face, and then he waved his hands suddenly, and the six phantoms behind him grew a little longer, their figures swayed, as if they were about to move.
Han Li raised one hand without thinking, and pointed lightly at the opponent's head.
The two cyan giant swords hanging in the air, after a flash of light, slashed and fell, with the intention of cutting the opponent into four pieces.
Wen Tianren just looked at Han Li coldly, turning a blind eye without raising his head. But in the phantom behind him, the one with the tallest figure and the most ferocious appearance flew forward and rushed up, grabbing the two huge arms like lightning, and actually snatched the two giant swords into his hands one by one.
Han Li's face darkened, and he pinched the magic formula with both hands, and the giant sword suddenly glowed blue in Xuying's hand, and he struggled desperately to jump.
But this tall phantom, with a flash of red eyes, suddenly closed its two big hands, and then the gray magic fire spurted out from its mouth, wrapped the two flying swords in it, and began to smelt.
"Hey! Do you think there is still a chance to take back the magic weapon caught by the powerful real demon?" Seeing this scene, Wen Tianren raised his head and laughed wildly. Then he pointed at Han Li without any hesitation. After a flash, the other five phantoms disappeared at the same time. The next moment, they appeared outside Han Li's shield.
Only then did Wen Tianren show that he was sure of winning, and was about to drive the phantom to destroy Han Li.
He is full of confidence in the strength of these phantom incarnations of the six extreme true demons. He believes that if the six phantoms join forces to fight against the enemy, they will be monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and there is nothing they can do about him. Otherwise, this "six extremes true magic art", which can transform into phantoms, is not worthy of being called the number one magic art in Chaos Star Sea.
At this moment, Han Li's expression suddenly became cold, and after raising his hands, two golden arcs as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot out, hitting the two nearest phantoms at once.
A scene that made Wen Tianren unbelievable appeared. Amidst the sound of thunder, the two phantoms paled, and their faces instantly showed painful expressions, and then they disappeared into nothingness after a flash of gray light.
"Ah!" Wen Tianren was astonished, thinking that his eyes were dazzled, and he still couldn't believe what he saw.
The evil spirit thunder in Han Li's hand popped out again, and two thick golden arcs shot at the other two phantoms in the blink of an eye, and the same "rumbling" flash went out.
This time, Wen Tianren really reacted!
Feeling extremely sorry, he hastily shouted, a ball of silver light shot out from the cuff, and at the same time urged the last phantom to fly back in a hurry. You must know that although these sixth-level real magic phantoms are formed with the help of nearby spiritual energy, they are also mixed with some of his own spiritual power. . Although he can still cultivate in the future, he will suffer a big loss against the enemy right now.
But before the silver light flew in front of Han Li, there was another thunderous sound above his head.
Wen Tianren's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly looked up, only to see another phantom in the sky also turned into curling green smoke, and several small golden arcs were jumping on the two huge swords, and they were crossing and cutting down without hesitation. !
Wen Tianren didn't even think about it, a red light flashed on his feet, and with a "whoosh", the person turned into a red light, and disappeared from the spot. The giant sword cut to the empty space.
The next moment, Wen Tianren appeared tens of feet away, staring at Han Li with a blue face. And above his feet, there were two clusters of crimson flames at some point, with a faint blue light emitting from them.
But at this moment, Han Li couldn't care less about prodding Feijian to continue chasing and killing the opponent, because the silver ball of light shot by Wen Tianren had already turned into a huge silver bell, which fell from the sky and buckled down head-on.