With the astonishing speed of Han Li and Yu Fengche, they went deep into the Mulan Grassland for more than a hundred miles in a short time.
While arousing the blood-colored cloak on his body, Han Li shot away under the bloody light, while sweeping his consciousness back, his face showed a hint of surprise.
He has now aroused the maximum power of the cloak, but instead of getting rid of the strange car behind him, he was overtaken by a half distance. No wonder even the old man surnamed Yun, who has a mid-stage cultivation of Yuan Ying, chased after this car when he saw it , and his complexion changed drastically.
This windmill is really a top-level flying treasure. It seems that unless you use Thunder Dungeon or Blood Shadow Dungeon, you won't be able to get rid of the opponent.
However, since Han Li completed Yuanying cultivation, he had never fought against fellow monks. Although he was quite confident in his supernatural powers and magic weapons, he really had no idea about his own strength among the Yuanying monks. After all, Nascent Soul cultivators don't easily compete with each other. Even in the past few years when he joined the Luoyun Sect, the two Luoyun Sect elders only talked to him about the methods of cultivation, and never really talked to him. than tried. And in Tiantian City, Nanlonghou also only used his spiritual sense to compete with him, and was unable to test his true level at all.
From the present point of view, the Fashi in the windmill behind him is a good opponent who weighs his own cultivation. Moreover, he is also very interested in the spiritual powers of the mages. It would be best if the attack could repel or even kill the opponent, but if not, it would be easy to use the wind and thunder wings to escape.
The confrontation with the opponent should not be delayed for too long, otherwise it will be easy to delay and change, not to mention that now in the Mulan Grassland, it is even more impossible to love to fight.
Han Li made a quick decision in his mind. Immediately, the bloody light on his body flickered a few times, and immediately dimmed, replaced by a burst of blue glow. At the same time, he paused, and after turning around in a big circle, he turned his head and faced the back.
Glancing coldly at the white light that was chasing after him, Han Li flicked his sleeves, and dozens of cyan sword lights swarmed out from the sleeves. After a low moan, layers of cyan sword formations like fish scales were laid out in front of him. It's amazing.
For the first fight between himself and other Nascent Soul cultivators, Han Li naturally would not be careless. In addition to all seventy-two Green Bamboo and Bee Cloud Swords, he stretched out his hand and sacrificed a spirit beast bag on his waist. into the air. The three-color gold-eating insects turned into a huge insect cloud and appeared in the air, but as Han Li uttered the spell, all the flying insects circled and rushed down.
The light in Han Li's eyes flickered, and with a wave of his hands, two blue spells struck into the worm cloud. Immediately, the worm cloud was enveloped by the blue light, engulfing Han Li in it. A moment later, the three-color beetle appeared on Han Li's body, crystal clear and simple, shining with a faint blue light.
It was a coincidence that when Han Li stopped, the Yufeng Chariot behind him caught up instantly, and the mage in the chariot happened to see the astonishing scene of the insect armor forming in his eyes. The flying car, which was chasing recklessly, suddenly slowed down and stopped when it was more than a hundred feet away from Han Li.
Han Li glanced at it expressionlessly, and ignored it. Instead, he took the opportunity to turn his hands over, and a flower basket appeared in one palm, and a small clock appeared in the other palm.
Then he threw the little clock to the opposite side without saying a word, the silver light flickered, the little bell rose in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant several feet in size, and shot towards the opposite side aggressively.
At the same time, with a thought in Han Li's mind, the phantoms of the seventy-two flying swords in front of him flickered, turning into more than two hundred blue sword lights in three places. Then Han Li yelled the word "go" in a low voice, and he groaned loudly. Under the flash of all the sword lights, all the swords joined together and turned into a huge blue wave with a length of more than a hundred feet, rolling away to the opposite side. Dayou followed Yinzhong closely and smashed the Yufengche into pieces in one fell swoop.
The silver bell sacrificed first had already begun to show its power at this time. As soon as it reached the sky above the speeding car, it turned around, and the low-pitched bell sounded one after another. In the center, waves rippled out in circles, covering the windmill below.
If the lawman in the car didn't take precautions, Han Li believed that this blow would be enough to make the other party suffer a big loss. After all, although the silver bell is still the original ancient treasure, there is no change, but with the great improvement of Han Li's cultivation, once the treasure is used, the power of this treasure has almost increased by several times, far from comparable to that in the alchemy stage.
Of course, the magician in the speeding car couldn't just pick it up. I saw the wooden wings of Yufengche moved slightly, and the car shot backwards for more than ten feet, just escaped from the place covered by the sound waves.
Then the white light on the car blazed, and a figure suddenly flew out of the white light and floated on the speeding car. At this time, the giant cyan rainbow that was following had also shot towards it, striking down head-on.
Seeing this, the figure on the flying car raised his hand calmly. The blue light suddenly appeared, and a dark blue light curtain appeared a few feet above his head. The moment Qinghong hit the light curtain, there was a bursting sound. Although the light curtain was shaking and shining, but for a while, it was safe and sound.
Han Li squinted his eyes in the distance, his face changed slightly.
At this time, the mage muttered something, and then he opened his mouth, and a slender blue thread shot out from his mouth. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant blue python and jumped out of the light curtain, fiercely facing Han Li's green. Rainbow sword light. Immediately, blue and blue rays of light intertwined together, and rumbling sounds came out from time to time.
At this moment, the mage just raised his hand, and a tactic hit the windmill below, and the speeding car quickly deformed and shrunk until it was only the size of a palm. Then this person looked up at Han Li, revealing a gloomy and thin face.
Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly. This is an old man in his sixties, with some strange blue tattoos tattooed on both sides of his cheeks, and wearing a blue brocade shirt with a strange style. But what surprised him was not these, but the amazing fluctuations in the aura on the other party's body. He was actually a mage who was at the peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul and was about to enter the middle stage. No wonder he blocked his two waves of attacks so easily.
And Han Li had already seen clearly that the opponent's blue light curtain was not deployed out of thin air, but was released by a big ball held in a fist with one hand. As for the strange blue python, after sweeping his consciousness, he didn't find the treasure of the transformed body, which was really composed of spiritual power.
This made Han Li even more afraid. His face was cold, and the ancient treasure in the flower basket in his other hand began to flash white light, and he was about to sacrifice it.
"Stop! Your Excellency is not low in supernatural powers, but you are too impatient. You haven't even opened your mouth yet, why did fellow Taoist attack you without saying a word?" When the old man saw Han Li's actions, he stopped and said with a serious expression, his voice slightly stiff.
"What else do you want to talk about between the monk and the priest?" Han Li frowned and said indifferently. However, he still pointed at the silver clock, causing the ancient treasure to stop attacking and float in the air without moving. As for the flower basket in his hand, the same aura faded away. He would like to hear what the other party, the law priest, wanted to say.
"The words are so true, but when you have reached the realm of you and me, sometimes you don't have to fight to the death. As long as the answer of the fellow daoist can satisfy Mu, this master can also let the fellow daoist go." The old man smiled and said indifferently.
"Answer? I have nothing to tell Your Excellency. I have a few questions and I would like to ask Your Excellency." Han Li stared at the old man and said with a sarcasm on his lips.
What the other party wanted to ask, he could guess nine out of ten without thinking about it. So many monks in the infant stage appear here at once, and anyone who sees them will be surprised.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist rejected my good intention!" The old man surnamed Mu heard Han Li's words, and his face became gloomy.
After Han Li snorted coldly, he suddenly rushed to the high air in front of him and tapped lightly. The cyan sword light that was originally entangled and torn apart was concentrated in the middle, and suddenly a huge sword about twenty or thirty feet long appeared there out of thin air. After a few chops that were as fast as lightning, the blue monster immediately broke into several pieces, and then the giant sword unceremoniously slashed down, and the light curtain and the old man surnamed Mu were smashed into flying ash.
Seeing this scene, a ferocious look flashed across the face of the old man surnamed Mu, and he raised his hand without any nonsense, and the big orb in his fist was thrown into the air by it, and then he opened his mouth again, and a ball of energy directly sprayed onto the bead surface.
The blue light of the orb flickered, and it flew rapidly out of thin air. Blue filaments swirled out of the orb, and in a blink of an eye a huge blue silk net appeared under the light curtain.
At the same time, the old man was muttering something, and after he made a gesture with both hands, the blue spiritual light shot up from his body, forming a huge blue light cluster, floating erratically above the old man's head.
The giant sword had already been chopped off, colliding violently with the light curtain. As expected by Han Li, the giant sword formed by the condensation of more than two hundred sword lights, how could this light curtain easily catch it.
As a result, there was a loud crackling sound, and the light curtain was split into two with almost no barriers, and then the giant sword cut into the giant net below.