Chapter 307 Blood Servant
When Han Li heard the little prince's voice, his face changed slightly and he turned a little white.
But when he slowly turned around, his expression returned to normal. He could not see any panic. Instead, there was a sneer on the corners of his mouth, looking at a group of black evil sects and the bald foundation monks with a chill.
Han Li's calm expression also infected several people of Mengshan's four friends. Their hearts were slightly calm. After looking at each other, they flew to Han Li's back and confronted the people of the Black Sect.
"It's you! Aren't you from the Qin family? Are you in the foundation period?
The little prince saw Han Li's face clearly, and his eyes were full of surprise. And the thin man standing beside him, although he had no words, also let out a surprised look.
Only the bald man stared at Han Li, with a solemn expression on his face, and suddenly said:
"[img=/sss/xiaoxinyy.jpg] Some, this man is a monk in the middle of foundation, a higher level than my realm. I'm afraid it will take a black wind to help in order to capture it.
After listening to what the bald man said, the little prince did not show any worry, but asked with some surprise:
"Blood Servant! According to the way, if this person is dedicated to the master's blood sacrifice to practice, the effect should be better.
When the big man heard this, he replied with a smile:
"Of course. The foundation-building monks caught before were all in the early stage of foundation-building. This person's blood must be better than the previous ones!"
It was confirmed from the bald man's mouth, and the little prince looked back at Han Li greedily. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"Good, good! Regardless of your [img=/sss/shenme.jpg] purpose and background, you can't leave here today.
"Put the black wind and do it!"
After the little prince laughed, he shouted with a cold face.
Suddenly, those people in black pulled out a dark flag from their bodies and flew quickly around Hanji. They surrounded them and immediately began to wave the flag in their hands.
"You just need light protection. I'll take care of everything else. After Han Li said such a sentence to Mengshan's four friends, he was blurred for a while and disappeared from the place in an instant.
"You [img=/sss/xiaoxinyy.jpg]!"
The bald man, when he saw the scene of Han Li's disappearance, he suddenly changed his color and shouted loudly, but it was a little late.
Han Li's figure flashed behind a man in black, and the immortal who was waving the flag immediately stopped moving. He stood still in a daze, and then his head rolled down without any signs, and the headless body showed several feet of blood, which was downloaded to the ground.
At this time, the last word of the bald man's shouting has just been exported.
This scene made other flag-wielers feel terrible, but they didn't expect that [img=/sss/zenme.jpg] should be done! Han's figure once again appeared behind another person out of thin air. The same flash was fleeting, and the man's head fell to the ground.
In this game, other monks in black did not dare to hesitate. They stopped the black chess in their hands one after another, and sacrificed colorful shields and all kinds of protective tools.
But in the blink of an eye. Two more men in black who didn't have time to turn on the protective measures, ruined Han Li's hot hands, and the corpse was on the spot.
"Ky, I'm looking for death!"
Seeing this, the bald man's eyes released a black and red light, roared, and his whole body released a bloody brilliance, and rushed to Han Li out of thin air [img=/sss/guoquu.jpg], which was extremely fast.
Han Li looked at it coldly, and the big man wrapped in the blood-colored light mass rushed straight to the posture of [img=/sss/guolair.jpg]. At another glance, the protective light shield was released. The man in black stared at [img=/sss/ziji.jpg] with frightened eyes. Immediately, the decisive figure flashed, and the man returned to the four friends of Mengshan dozens of feet away.
And pounced on a big man in the open space. He roared like a beast, turned immediately without hesitation, and continued to rush to the foothold of Han Li and others, but there was still no magic weapon sacrificed.
Seeing this scene, the old two of Mengshan's four friends moved and saw the cheapness. As soon as he raised his hand, a three-edged thorn with green light silently shot directly at the door of the big man.
When the bald man saw the magic weapon flying, he smiled grily. Instead of stopping, he greeted it straightly.
The tall and thin old 2 was overjoyed to see this and said excitedly:
"This guy is going to be unlucky. My magic weapon is the best of the upper-level magic weapon. It must be able to make him... Ah, this [img=/sss/zenme.jpg] possible? My green thorn!"
As soon as he said a few words, he was stunned by the scene in front of him and shouted at a loss.
It turned out that after touching the bloody light on the bald man, the bloody light was like a living one. Suddenly, a roll of the magic weapon was forced into it, and even if it flew around, it could not fly half a step away.
"Ha ha, the awn of rice also dares to take it out and show off!" The big man laughed wildly, stretched out a blood-red big hand, grabbed the three-edged thorns, and then took a full-handed, and the magic weapon immediately lost its green aura, as if it had been completely scraped.
At this time, not only the four friends of Mengshan showed great fear, but also Han Li's heart "clucked". This bald man must not practice ordinary skills. Nine times out of ten, it is the same kind of top-level magic skills as the young master of the ghost sect.
The bald man would not let Han Li and others think about it. In a blink of an eye, he came to several people, raised a huge blood-red fist, and fiercely smashed the light mask released by the four friends of Mengshan.
With a loud bang, the light mask jointly released by the four gas refining monks was deeply sunken under this punch, and immediately dimmed a lot.
The face of Mengshan's four friends suddenly changed greatly. I'm afraid that such a powerful fist will be smashed into scrap iron with such a powerful fist.
"Senior, you see..."
The black-faced old man turned his head in a hurry and wanted to see that Han Li could have a [img=/sss/shenme.jpg] way to stop the other party.
After all, according to the opponent's attack, their joint shield can't last a few times.
Han Li had no words, but as soon as he raised his hand, the small shield with a dazzling white light came out of his hand. In a blink of an eye, it rose several times, and the stable gear was in front of the shield, just facing another blood-red giant fist of the bald man.
"Dangdang"
A harsh and huge impact sound resounded through the world, so that the monks who were not guarded nearby were unstable for a while and almost sat on the ground.
Mengshan's four friends were also dizzy for a long time. The only thing in the field that did not change was Han Li and the bald man.
Han Li stared at the white phosphorus shield without expression. Although the shield took the opponent's punch, the original smooth surface was also slightly concave in a small pit, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
How strong is this white phosphorus shield? Han Li is [img=/sss/zhido.jpg], and he can't help but be more afraid of the big man.
Thinking of this, Han Li no longer hesitated to take a picture of the storage bag.
Suddenly, two dark lights and six golden lights flew out at the same time, and rudely shot at the big man. So many top-level magic weapons echoed each other's shocking roaring momentum, which shocked the bald man and couldn't help showing a trace of fear.
He roared, and the blood on his body suddenly flourished. Unexpectedly, his figure was completely shrouded in the blood, turning into a huge blood light mass two or three feet high, floating in the air and motionless.
Seeing this good opportunity, Han Li's "golden mother blade" and "Oolong grab" naturally stabbed [img=/sss/guoquu.jpg] without mercy, which made Han Li feel strange.
No matter how his magic weapon stabbed this light mass, there was no movement inside, and as soon as the magic weapon pierced the distance of about half a foot, it could no longer be inch by inch, and the protection was like a shield [img=/sss/dongxi.jpg].
Under the slight anxiety, Han Li suddenly remembered [img=/sss/shenme.jpg] and hurriedly looked around. As a result, everything that made Han Li kill.
Under the command of the little prince and the masked man suspected to be the king, those people in black actually organized again, continued to surround them vaguely, and waved the black flag in their hands desperately. These black flags have sounded the ghost roar of "woo-woo" and gushed out a strange black fog, constantly rotating around the black flag.
Such a scene reminded Han Li of the "Qingyang Magic Fire" that he encountered when he was in the spiritual stone mine. His summoning ceremony was so similar that how could Han Li let them successfully complete it?
Thinking about it here, Han Li immediately used his hand to beckon the white phosphorus shield [img=/sss/huiqub.jpg], and then couldn't help stuffing it into the hands of the black-faced old man and said coldly:
"I'll lend it to you for the time being! I'll deal with the others first."
Then Han Li's figure shook, and the man had appeared outside the shield, and the magic weapons that were thorning around the blood-colored light automatically flew back to Han Li with a roar, hovering around him, buzzing.
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