At this moment, the gray-robed monk's face became unsightly.

This sword array was far beyond what they expected.

Han Li saw that although the faces of the two people below had changed drastically, they had not really shown a panicked expression, and their eyes were slightly different

The thought flickered a few times, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but jump slightly.

At this time, the old woman and the two took out a few other treasures and tried to resist the approach of the sword wire.

Han Li's expression moved, and the humanoid puppet that had been standing behind him suddenly had a faint flash of light around him, and he disappeared from the spot out of thin air.

And a moment later, the golden threads around the sword array were only more than twenty zhang away from the middle two.

The old woman and the gray-robed monk even began to blow up the ancient treasures they had sacrificed. As a result, although the golden threads were temporarily paused, they still could not stop them from continuing to approach.

"No, this sword formation is too weird, there is no way to break it with ordinary treasures alone, use that thing quickly, only the power of that thing can defeat the sword formation!" The old woman saw that the golden silk was getting closer and closer to her, and finally showed a look of fear on her face, and after turning her head suddenly, she said anxiously to the gray-robed monk.

"With that thing, you can naturally break the sword formation, but how to deal with the surnamed Han boy for a while!" The gray-robed monk hesitated a little.

"I don't care about this much, if we break the sword array, we still have a chance to live, otherwise, if the sword array closes in a while, you and I will die, and it is useless to keep this thing. The old woman said without thinking.

When the gray-robed monk heard this, the muscles on his face twitched, and then he looked at the golden threads around him and closed them for a few feet in a short time, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Immediately patted the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a strange thing appeared in the palm of his hand.

It was actually a fist-sized fiery red ball, red and misty, making it impossible to see what it was, but the surface of this ball was also pasted with a gold and silver forbidden talisman seal, and the gray-robed monk held this thing with one hand, with a cautious look on his face, and a solemn and abnormal appearance.

"Fellow Modoro, hurry up and do it! if this thing works too closely, we will also be involved. The old woman looked at the sword array gold thread that was only more than ten zhang away from them, and shouted sharply.

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 movements were as silent as a ghost, so that the monk did not notice anything unusual.

The old woman who was standing opposite the monk saw this strange appearance at a glance, and immediately screamed in surprise.

"Watch out, behind you!"

The old woman reminded loudly, and at the same time, with a flick of her robe, a yellow light flashed towards the figure.

When the gray-robed monk heard the old woman's warning words, his heart naturally froze, and his body shook before he could think about it. was about to shoot out immediately, and at the same time, the arm holding the ball also subconsciously shrank, trying to put the ball into his sleeve robe, but his action was a little late.

What emerged behind it was the humanoid puppet, and the puppet had the magical powers of a late Yuan Infant monk, and as soon as its body moved, one hand was directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, and the other hand grabbed the fiery red ball. The action can be described as thunder and lightning, and it is extremely fast.

With a muffled snort, the monk's figure staggered.

Although the silver palm of the humanoid puppet inserted into its vital point easily separated the protective aura, the moment it touched the person's back, a strange bird phantom covered in feathers appeared from its back.

Although the puppet's palm was lowered, it still easily cut through the phantom of the strange bird, but the movement naturally slowed down, allowing the monk to avoid the vital point, but only cut a long cut on his shoulder, and the blood flowed, while the other palm grabbed the red ball, and when it was almost about to succeed, the ball suddenly left the monk's hand and shot towards the old woman on the other side.

The old woman spewed out yellow rays and arrived in front of the humanoid puppet, which turned out to be a thin yellow needle that was shining.

The humanoid puppet's eyes were violet, and he didn't dodge the needle, but the arm that grabbed the fiery red ball trembled suddenly, and then the sound of "rattle" came.

The arm flew out of its body, and in a flash it caught up with the ball in front of it, grabbed it in its hand, and then returned with a swirling shot.

The thin yellow needles struck the humanoid puppet's head almost simultaneously, making a dull pop, and the yellow light flashed.

"Not good!"

"Ahh

Two completely different cries, one surprised and one delighted, came from the mouths of the monk and the old woman at the same time.

It's not that the two of them have any different thoughts, but the monk was naturally furious when he saw the fiery red ball being put away by others, but the old woman in the distance couldn't help but be overjoyed when she saw that she had cultivated her natal magic weapon for hundreds of years and hit the opponent's vital point at once, and the other party had no protection at all.

The humanoid puppet took a few steps back before barely steady, straightened up again, and looked at the old woman coldly. At his temple, a small hole the thickness of a thumb appeared, but immediately the silver light in the hole disappeared as before, leaving not a single scar.

This scene made the old woman stunned, but she immediately sensed something, and suddenly screamed in her mouth: "Huangmei needle, what happened to my Huangmei needle?"

One of the palms of the humanoid puppet Mu Ran slowly lifted, and in the center of this hand, the yellow needle was bouncing and shaking there, desperately trying to escape from the palm, but it was wrapped in a cloud of silver light, and it was impossible to escape from this place.

When the old woman saw this scene, her face became unusually pale. His lips moved, and he was about to say something, but the humanoid puppet suddenly rubbed his hands, and the dazzling silver light between the palms of his hands shone brightly, and the yellow needle suddenly became dull, and his spirituality was greatly lost.

And under the influence of the old woman's heart, she screamed loudly, spit out several mouthfuls of essence blood, and actually operated a lot of vitality at once.

The gray-robed monk's face was pale, and he didn't care about the injuries behind him, and suddenly his hands were raised, and countless fist-sized silver lights surged out of his hands, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and he didn't know what kind of treasure it was, and the momentum was so amazing.

But when Han Li in the air saw this scene, he let out a sneer in his mouth, and his mind moved.

The humanoid puppet pinched the trick with both hands, and the silver light around it shone brightly, and as soon as the light converged, it disappeared in place strangely.

Naturally, those silver light clusters hit the void one after another, and they didn't have the slightest effect.

The monk and the old woman glanced at each other, and both saw despair in each other's eyes.

And in this place, the surrounding golden silk is only seven or eight zhang away from the two of them, they just have the ability to do it, and now they are unable to fly.

Han Li was levitated in the air, his hands behind his back, looking down with some indifference.

The Da Geng sword array finally completely closed together, and countless golden threads finally turned into a huge ball of golden light, and in that ball of light, a roaring cracking sound came, shaking the ball of light a few times, and then the screams of the old woman and the monk came one after another.

Under the perspective of the spiritual eye, he clearly saw that the bodies of these two mid-primordial monks were dismembered by the chaotic blades in the blink of an eye.

The Yuan Infant hidden in the flesh supported it for a while longer, but under the continuous cutting of so many golden threads, it finally turned into a little green light and disappeared from this world without a trace.

As for the storage bags of the two of them and the treasures that the two of them driven, there was not a single one left, all of them were completely destroyed by the power of this sword array, leaving only two small clusters of extremely cold flames of yellow and green, floating gently in the air.

With a light sigh, Han Li's expression eased, but he showed a bit of loneliness.

After a moment of silence, a silver light suddenly flashed beside him, and the humanoid puppet silently appeared, and with one hand, the snatched fiery red ball appeared in Han Li's eyes.

Without saying a word, Han Li reached out and took it, carefully examining it.

The ball is thin and translucent. There was a faint cloud of dazzling red flames tumbling inside. Look closely, it is actually a mini firebird circling and flying there, lifelike, magical, and around this firebird, there are colorful runes flashing, each rune is a kind of plausible ancient text. With Han Li's current knowledge of ancient characters, he couldn't even discern the approximate origin of these characters.

It seems to be a whole new type of ancient script!

Han Li looked at it for most of the day, his brows furrowed slightly.

Since this thing was taken out by the people of this place at the last moment, it must be extraordinary, and it is regarded by them as a killer treasure.

But although this ball does look a little wonderful, and it seems to contain a lot of fire-attribute spiritual power, if this bit of spiritual power can destroy his Da Geng Sword Formation, it is simply a fool's dream. It seems that the real power of this thing should be in those runes. But he couldn't recognize any of these ancient texts, and naturally he couldn't understand them.

Now was not the time for him to study things carefully. Han Li thought for a moment, took out a few more forbidden talisman seals from his storage bag, and pasted them on top of the ball, then took out a wooden box that looked like gold and not gold, and carefully put away the golden ball for later use.

At this moment, Han Li looked up in the direction of the fluttering phantom, only to see that this phantom had become smaller in size in just a short period of time, while the fire crow floating and flying in its body appeared to be mentally abnormal, but its body was about one-third larger.

Seeing this scene, Han Li touched his chin, and his eyes showed a look of thought.

He was not in a hurry to take back this wisp of true fire immediately, he first pinched the trick with both hands, and the incantation in his mouth came out.

Suddenly, hundreds of golden rays of light emerged from the void below, and with a shudder, most of them collapsed and disappeared, and in the end, only thirty-six small golden swords remained.

Han Li's indifferent sleeve robe flicked, and these small swords turned into golden rainbows and submerged into his big sleeves. Then his gaze turned to the two small clusters of cold flames that remained in place.

The two cold flames were motionless below, flickering with a faint shimmer, and they looked really inconspicuous.