A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Doctor Mo gently landed on the spot where Han Li was standing. Without the slightest pause, he turned around like a ghost and turned his face towards him again. The original proud look on his face had completely faded away, leaving only His face was blank, but there was something strange in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

At this time, Han Li's condition was not good either. He was panting heavily, his face was a little pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and there was an abnormal blush on his cheeks.

All these have shown that Han Li's life-saving method just now has exhausted most of his physical strength, and it is very likely that he will not be able to use the same technique next time.

Taking a deep breath, Han Li let his body relax as much as possible to reduce the heavy load on his muscles caused by the use of "Luo Yanbu" just now. Now, he can only seize every opportunity to recover more strength for the next time. In a round of fighting, there is more hope of victory.

Han Li looked down again and saw that his left hand, which was still trembling slightly, was completely paralyzed. He was still unconscious and could no longer lift the sword. It seemed that the left-hand sword that he had deliberately practiced so hard was temporarily useless. , can only fight with his remaining right hand.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Now that he has lost most of his physical strength, he can no longer use the mysterious "Luo Yan Bu". What's worse is that he can only fight with one hand. This is really bad. In this situation, it seems that the only way to use the secret is to use the last resort.

Han Li looked at the sun outside the house, made an estimate, and felt that the time was about the same, which was the right time to use this move.

He glanced at the dagger inserted in the wall again. It seemed that there was no chance of retrieving this weapon. The other party would not let him pull out the dagger in a big way.

Han Li pondered for a moment and took out another weapon from his arms. This was also a half-foot-long sheathed dagger. Because the size was too short, it would be more appropriate to call it a dagger rather than a dagger. He pulled out the sword. Behind the sheath, it looks much wider than an ordinary dagger, and it is also extremely bright and sharp.

Han Li kept the scabbard of his sword aside and held the sword in his right hand. He stretched out his arm and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the opponent in an attacking posture.

Doctor Mo saw all this, but did not rush forward to attack. He put his hands behind his back, his expression suddenly became kind, and he advised in a gentle voice:

"Han Li, you dodged again and again, which is indeed beyond my expectation. But do you think you can be as lucky as last time and escape from my grasp again? The one you just used The footwork is amazing and good, but it seems to have quite a few limitations. Just from the physical strength point of view, it cannot support you to perform it smoothly. It is better to surrender obediently! You should be able to see that I have no intention of seriously hurting you. Just obey me and it might not be as bad as you think.”

Doctor Mo's chameleon-like change in attitude gave Han Li goosebumps all over his body. He pretended to be a compassionate teacher for a while, was ruthless for a while, and now earnestly advised him to just sit back and die. Han Li really didn't know what to say. He really thought that he You will feel dizzy at this time. Can you be fooled by such a bloody nozzle?

However, the other party's words actually made him a little more confident. If he wasn't afraid of him, how could he use such childish methods to coax him.

Han Li thought these things through in an instant. He sighed, shook his head gently, and said nothing. He only used the dagger in his hand to make a few gestures to the opponent, and then made everything clear. .

The veins on Doctor Mo's forehead jumped several times. Seeing that Han Li ignored his persuasion and instead used the weapon in his hand to provoke him, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

"I don't know what's wrong!"

He suddenly took a big step forward, and then said harshly: "It's so close and so far away."

Then all of a sudden, the whole person came to a place only a few steps away from Han Li, as if he could shrink the earth, which made people marvel.

Han Li seemed to be frightened too. With a look of panic on his face, he hurriedly took two steps back and put some distance between himself and the other party. Then he put the dagger in his hand across his body and danced into a small piece of cold light, blocking Doctor Mo. On the way, it seems that he has completely forgotten the hardships he suffered during the last fight.

Doctor Mo sneered secretly, naturally he would not remind his opponent kindly. He opened his palms and attacked Han Li in two directions, turning a blind eye to the cold light.

Seeing two silver hands about to grab into the sword light, a chuckle suddenly came from the opposite side. This laughter was hearty and hearty, just like the proud smile of a hunter when he sees his prey stepping into the trap.

Doctor Mo felt a chill in his heart, and unconsciously slowed down his castration. His figure became sluggish, but then he heard another cold word:

"Now you are really fooled. Look at the dagger in my hand!"

Hearing the words, Doctor Mo couldn't help but look towards the dagger, and saw that the other party had stopped dancing with his hands at some point, and assumed a strange posture. His upper body was slightly tilted back, and the dagger held in one hand was level. Putting it on the waist, the lower half of the body is in a tight lunge that is about to break out, and the whole person looks like a strange person drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

As for the dagger mentioned in the words, there was nothing unusual except for some flashes of green light. This made Doctor Mo a little stunned. Could it be that the other party had such a strange posture and deceitful words to deceive him? Disturbing his mind so that he can take advantage of it?

Thinking of this, Doctor Mo felt a little funny in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to laugh at the other person, but suddenly he saw Han Li rush forward, as if being shot by a strong bow, turned into a sharp arrow, and shot towards him from the opposite side. It came so fast that Doctor Mo couldn't help but change his expression.

Doctor Mo hurriedly brought his separated hands together in the middle, intending to clamp the opponent's sword blade with his palms. However, he saw the dagger on the opposite side sway slightly and transformed into a dozen sharp blades of the same general appearance. From different directions, it was difficult to tell whether they were true or false. Benji stabbed straight at him.

Doctor Mo snorted, and Han Li's evaluation in his heart was a little lower. In front of a master like him, using such a flashy move, wouldn't it be courting death? He could tell where the real blade was at a glance.

So he widened his eyes and identified where the real sword was coming from. At the same time, the movements of his hands did not change, but he speeded up the movement a little bit, trying to break the sharp blade with one move, so that the opponent could only capture it empty-handed.