A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Dr Murray gently landed where Han Li had stood. Without a slight pause, he turned his body like a ghost and turned his face towards him. The original arrogant colour on his face had completely faded away, leaving only the wood of his face, but revealed a slightly less noticeable difference in his eyes.

At this time, Han Li's condition was also not good. He gasped, his face was a little pale, a silk sweat seeped through his forehead, and an abnormal redness appeared on his cheek.

All of this has shown that Han Li's life-saving tactics have overspent most of his strength, and probably won't be able to produce the same skill next time.

Deeply exhaled, Han Li allowed his body to relax as much as possible in order to ease the heavy load on the muscles caused by the use of "Ro Yang Bao" just now. Today, he can only seize every opportunity to recover some strength, so that in the next round of fighting, there is a chance of winning a few more points.

Han Li glanced down again, still slightly trembling left hand, this hand has been completely paralyzed, so far there is no perception, there is no way to lift the sword at all, look at the left hand sword from his intentional hard practice, for the time being, it is abandoned, can only fight with the remaining right hand.

Thinking about it, he smiled in his heart. Now he has lost most of his strength and can no longer make the magical "smoke walk”. Worse still, he can only fight with one hand. This is a really bad situation, it seems that there is only one last trick to use hiding.

Han Li looked out at the sun outside the house and estimated it. He felt that the time was almost right, so it was a good idea to do this.

He glanced again at the short sword stuck in the wall, which seemed to have no chance of retrieving, and the other party would not allow himself to pull back the short sword in large measure.

Han Li muttered for a moment and took another weapon out of his arms. This is also a half-foot long short sheathed sword. Because it is too short, it is more appropriate to say it is a dagger. After drawing the sword out of the sheath, it looks much wider than a normal dagger. It is also bright and sharp.

Han Li switched his sword sheath aside and held it in his right hand. He extended his arm and pointed at each other obliquely with the tip of his sword, putting it in an offensive position.

Dr Murray saw it all in his eyes, but did not rush forward to attack. He raised his hands upside down, and suddenly the colour of God became soothing, persuading him with a gentle voice:

“Han Li, you've dodged the past three or two times, which was unexpected, but do you think you'll be as lucky as you were last time to escape me again? The steps you've just taken are amazing, but they seem to have a lot of limitations that, from a physical standpoint alone, will not support your smooth development. Surrender! As you can see, I didn't mean to hurt you so badly that following my words might not be as bad as you think. ”

Dr. Murray's attitude like a chameleon changed dramatically, causing Han to get goosebumps all over him. He dressed up as a charity master for a while. He was ruthless for a while, and now he's talking heavily about persuading himself to stay in his arms. He really doesn't know what to say. He really thinks he'll faint at this time and can wear this kind of dog's blood sprinkler?

However, the other side's words increased his confidence by a few points, and if he did not have a crush on him, how could this childish means be used to deceive him?

Han Li instantly thought all this through. He sighed, shook his head gently, without a word, only with a short sword in his hand, a few strokes against each other, and showed all meaning.

Dr. Mu's blues on his forehead suddenly jumped a few times. Seeing Han Li ignored his own persuasion. Instead, he provoked with the weapon in his hand and could no longer hold back the anger in his heart.

“I don't know what to do! ”

He suddenly took a big step forward and then spit hard in his mouth: “Close to the sky”.

Then the whole person suddenly arrived just a few steps away from Han Li, like the great law of shrinkage, amazing.

Han Li also seemed shocked, his face panicked, hurriedly backed two steps, the other party pulled a distance, before laying the short sword in front of him, danced into a small cold light, blocked Dr. Mu's path, seems to have completely forgotten the bitterness of the last time he fought.

Dr Mu sneered and naturally did not kindly remind the opponent. He split his palms and the soldiers attacked the Korean side of the road, ignoring the cold.

Seeing the two silver hands about to snatch into the sword light, but suddenly a smile came from across the street. This smile drifted quickly, as if the hunter saw the prey stepping into the trap, all laughing with pride.

Dr Mu Rin's heart slowed down the castration, his figure was stagnant for a few points, but then he heard another cold word:

“Now you are the one who has really fallen for it, look at the short sword in my hand! ”

When he heard the speech, Dr. Mo couldn't help but look at the short sword and saw that the other party had stopped dancing at some point, and put a strange posture, his upper body slightly backwards, single-handedly held the short sword flat between his waist, the lower half shen was a tight lunge that triggered, the whole person became a strange touch of a bow arrow.

And the short sword mentioned in the speech, apart from some glitter, there is nothing unusual, which stunned Dr. Murrow a little. Did the other party put on such a strange posture, plus fraudulent words to deceive him, to disturb his mind, so as to get a chance from it?

With this in mind, Dr. Mo had some funny thoughts. He had to say a few words to laugh at each other, but he suddenly saw Han Li in front of the entire king. As if he had been shot out by a strong bow, he turned into a sharp arrow. He shot from across the street. His momentum was so fast that Dr. Mo couldn't help but change the color.

Dr Murray hastily put his separate hands together in the middle, intending to clamp each other's sword blades with his palms, but seeing the opposite sword gently sway, illusion turned into more than a dozen blades of general appearance, from different directions, truly fake straight stabbing.

Dr. Murray hummed, and Han Li's assessment was a little lower in his heart. In front of a master like him, using such a flamboyant gesture, isn't that looking for death? He could see where the real sword blade was at first sight.

So he glanced at his eyes and recognized where the real sword came from. At the same time, his hands did not change. Instead, he accelerated his castration by a few points. He tried to break this sharp blade with one move, so that the other party could only capture it empty-handed.