The Eight Magical Techniques Integrate into the Spells and Return to Battle

Han Han's right hand began to volley talismans, blessing himself, and the blue lines outlined by his fingertips were intertwined with each other, forming an obscure talisman.

And Fuhei Shier saw Han Han's movements and wanted to stop Han Han's talisman immediately, but Xia Youjie on the side could not keep summoning spells to shoot at him as he wished.

Xia Youjie's task now is to hinder Fuhei'er and create a respite for Han Han.

The corners of Fuhei's mouth flickered, and he snorted, so he had to keep dodging while approaching Han Han.

Several talismans were suspended in the air, and the Dai Dean talisman was formed and attached to Han Han's ankles to increase speed, and the Vajra talisman was imprinted on the body to improve defense.

At this time, Fuheishir had come to him, and the spell in his hand was replaced by You Yun, and he smashed at Han Han fiercely, his hands crossed, gathering golden light, blocking the short stick.

Han Han gritted his teeth and tried his best to block the short stick, and the ground around the two of them sank, and the pits formed under their feet continued to expand outward.

He stared at Fuheishir fiercely, his face ugly. In fact, Han Han at this time, through the bonus of talismans and thunder light, his physical strength, strength and speed were almost the same as Fuhei'er, and under the cover of the golden light spell, the defense was even better than him.

But Fuhei Shier has a spell, and he can also exert 120% of the power of the spell, whether it is a soul breaking knife or You Yun, Han Han must gather golden light to block it.

Under this pressure, the corners of Han Han's mouth began to bleed, "It's hateful, now there is no magic machine to refine, and I have suffered a great loss in weapons."

Fuheishir noticed the curse spirits around him, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he could only dodge away, and Han Han felt the pressure on his hand loosen, and he kept panting.

He raised his trembling hands, although there was a golden light wrapped, but the arm was still shocked, all bruises and scars, already injured bones, red light, slightly healed the injury.

Han Han saw Fuhei Shier rushing towards him, his eyes flashed, and he attacked him, but this time Han Han gave up his defense, focused the golden light on his key parts, and began a wound-for-injury battle.

Seeing this, Fuhei Shier did not grind, and directly put down a heavy hand, you punched me and kicked, and the sound of "bang" echoed in the air.

When Xia Youjie heard this voice, the corners of his eyes twitched continuously.

In fact, Han Han was attacked more and heavier, his right eye could already be seen swollen, he could only vaguely observe the outside from the gap between his eyes, his mouth and nose were full of blood, and there were many scars on his body.

On the other side, Fuhei'er was in a better condition than Han Han's, with blood flowing from his forehead and the corners of his mouth, and Han Han punched his face, which was a little red and swollen.

Han Han was beaten back by Fuhei'er's stick, but the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked, gathered the golden light in his hand, turned into a golden long whip, and wrapped around Fuhei'er's body.

At this time, the two were extremely close, and in order to ensure that the light spell was not broken by Fuhei, they had to thicken the width.

Seeing this, Fuhei Shir felt bad and wanted to distance himself from him.

Han Han shouted loudly to Xia Youjie, at this time Xia Youjie also understood Han Han's thoughts, did not allow him to think more, and with a move of his right hand, the curse spirit galloped away.

Several cursed spirits hit the bodies of FuheiShir and Han Han, and the two vomited blood one after another, FuheiShier looked at Han Han, who was kneeling on one knee, his face full of blood but grinning.

He swept away with a stick, Han Han's head was thrown back, and blood sprayed from his mouth, but Han Han still shouted, "Jie! It's not enough!"

Xia Youjie's eyes were closed, and his heart was full of struggle, but he still chose to believe Han Han, opened his eyes, his eyes froze, and his hands were sealed, "Don't die..." A

black hole appeared above Fuheihir and Han Han, and a huge shadow shrouded the two of them within a radius of 100 meters, like the field where death descended, and the cyclops gradually fell.

Fuhei Shier looked at the curse spirit on his head with a shocked expression, wanting to break free from the golden light wrapped around his body, but how could the golden light that had already entered the realm be so easy to break.

He lowered his head and yelled at Han Han, who was smiling, "Are you crazy?