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Chapter 763: Famous Party Thunder Ball

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    Han Li's five fingers were pinched very accurately, and with a flash of blue light, he was wrapped in purple flames on his fingers.

    However, Han Li only felt his fingertips soften, and a huge force emanated from the blue flame, and his five fingers were strongly rebounded.

    Han Li was shocked for a while, but with a thought, he grabbed the void with his backhand, and the purple flame in his hand covered it down.

    The brilliance soared, and the blue flame was shrouded in purple light.

    Han Li's arm was motionless, the purple flames of his five fingers were dazzling, and the blue and purple light blended and changed, flickering and flickering.

    After this action lasted for a quarter of an hour, Han Li sighed lightly, shook his hand casually, moved his five fingers away, and the purple flame in his hand disappeared instantly.

    Then he looked at the still dazzling blue flame, with a wry smile on his face.

    The difficulty of this weird lamp flame was beyond his original expectation.  Although Ziluo Tianhuo can compete with it, it seems that it has more energy than energy to refine this flame.

    Thinking about it this way, Han Li thought for a while, raised his hand and pointed lightly at the flying sword in front of him.

    The deep thunder suddenly sounded, and a dazzling golden arc shot out from the flying sword.

    After the arc appeared, it exploded in an instant, turning into countless slender gold threads, covering the blue flame head-on.

    As a result, a blue light flashed, and these golden threads were completely absorbed by the bean-sized flame like a mud cow entering the sea.  Immediately, the brilliance soared, and the green flame rose to the size of an egg.

    Seeing this situation, Han Li's pupils flickered like blue light, staring at the green flame that absorbed the golden arc, his expression uncertain.

    After not moving for an unknown amount of time, Han Li let out a sigh of relief, and the blue light in his eyes disappeared.  But there was hesitation on his face.

    But after a while, he shook his head and made up his mind.  Opening his mouth, he sucked in the direction of the flying sword, and the purple flame on the sword instantly turned into a purple thread, which was sucked into his mouth, leaving nothing behind.

    Without the suppression of Ziluo Tianhuo, the blue flames on the sword rose sharply, enveloping the entire flying sword within it.  Han Lima let out a muffled snort in connection with his mind, his face flashed green, and a slight pain appeared.

    However, Han Li immediately ignored his physical discomfort, and aimed at the flying sword with ten fingers, the green light flickered, and more than ten sword qi shot out from his hand.

    Just like the golden arc transformed by the evil god thunder, when the cyan sword energy touched the cyan lamp flame, it was all sucked into it and became invisible.

    However, Han Li didn't seem to have seen all this. The spiritual power in his body was constantly circulating, and the sword energy hit Qingyan one after another like moths rushing to the flame.

    The mana was consumed rapidly.

    In this way, after Qing Yan absorbed a lot of sword energy, it seemed as if he had been nourished, and became more and more powerful.

    Soon it turned into a dazzling cyan fireball, burning fiercely in front of Han Li.

    At this time, more than one-third of the mana in Han Li's body was consumed.

    But looking at the huge fireball in front of him, Han Li laughed instead.

    As soon as the sword energy in his hand stopped, he waved at the flying sword in the fireball.

    With a sound of "àÛàÍ", the green bamboo bee cloud sword shot out of the green flames easily, and after a circle, it shot into Han Li's hand again.

    Han Li lowered his head and looked at the green flying sword in his hand, which was crystal clear, and the green flames on it disappeared, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

    "That's right! Although this flame is incomparably miraculous, it obviously has limited spiritual power. It has sucked in too much Qingyuan sword energy, and it can be manipulated by speculation instead." Han Li muttered a few words with a smile.

    Then he put his hands together, and with a flash of light, the flying sword sank into the palm of his hand and disappeared.

    At this time, Han Li looked at the blue fireball in front of him, and with a light tap of his finger, a ray of consciousness penetrated into it.

    The cyan fireball shuddered and slowly turned, and the cyan light on it flickered on and off.

    Han Li raised his eyebrows and reminded him with his spiritual thoughts.

    I saw the cyan fireball began to shake, but after a long while, it flew out obliquely for Zhang Xu, crooked all the way.

    Seeing this situation, Han Li touched his chin and pondered.

    This green flame is so powerful, it would be a waste to give it up.  Right now, although he has absorbed the Qingyuan sword energy, he can force this flame with a little effort.  But obviously because of the skills, it is impossible to be handy at all.  After all, this fire is not something he has refined, so it is difficult to manipulate it as freely as the dry blue ice flame and the purple sky fire.

    Han Li frowned, staring at the blue fireball and thinking about it.  Suddenly stretched out a palm and pressed it on the storage bag at his waist.

    ? White light flickers, a smallReady to move.  We have several high-level gatherings here.  Those monks called on you, Uncle Han, to attend.  But they were rejected by me with excuses.  But now the three major monks are gathered in Tianyi City, and they also sent a letter asking you Master Han to gather tomorrow.  This time, it was a meeting that only monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul could attend.  It can be seen that he attaches great importance to you Master Han.  It's not good to push it but not to go.  "And I reckon that this gathering is the final decision on how to fight the battle. If someone from our Luoyun Sect attends this meeting, there will be a lot of benefits." Lu Luo sighed and murmured.

    After hearing what their Uncle Lu said.  Others in the hall also had wry smiles on their faces.

    "But Martial Uncle Han must be retreating to a critical point right now. If he interrupts easily, will the uncle's achievements fall short." After the woman surnamed Song hesitated for a while, Jiaorong said with a flash of worry.

    "It's because of this concern that Uncle Lu is procrastinating. But if Uncle Han doesn't show up at tomorrow's gathering, I'm afraid other people" A middle-aged monk with two mustaches on his lips said hesitantly.

    "Others, what's wrong?"

    Just at this moment, a light voice suddenly came from outside the hall. The voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly and abnormally.

    Upon hearing this, Lu Luo immediately beamed with joy.

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