Chapter 887 (1/2)

”Not the boss. What are you doing?”

Looking at He Feng's malicious eyes, Han Li said in some panic.

He took a worried look at his legs and his right leg stuck in the crack of the rock. He thought, the boss won't think his legs are cumbersome this time. Should he cut off his own legs?

Eh, not to mention at this moment, it's really a good idea. At least it doesn't delay time and save effort!

But as the saying goes, every object on a person is precious. Naturally, Han Li thinks so. He doesn't want to be a disabled person without a leg, so that it doesn't matter to practitioners, but it doesn't work!

After all, he was the one who lost a leg, not others!

Of course, others can say something sarcastic beside him.

”Boss, please, try again. I'll try again. Maybe I'll pull out the leg. There's no need to cut. It's really no need to cut. How troublesome it is to cut. It's bloody and dirty your old hands.” Han Li pleaded repeatedly.

But he Feng didn't pay attention to him at all. At the moment, the situation is urgent. He doesn't care about so much. In this nonsense, what he delays is his own time. Maybe he will die because of the delay of one minute and one second!

He waved his long sword, aimed at the target, and poured Qi into the sword. Dark silver light lines began to appear on the long sword, which looked particularly good-looking, but in Han Li's eyes, this was the urging sign of Lord Yan.

He closed his eyes with some worry and didn't dare to look directly at the situation in front of him!

After all, looking directly at his amputation is not something a normal person can do.

With a Ding, the steel knocked on the hard rock and made a clear sound. The long sword disappeared into the crack of the rock for dozens of centimeters. Han Li opened his eyes in surprise and looked left and right, but he Feng nailed a long sword next to the crack of the rock where his right leg was stuck.

Seeing this, Han Li immediately breathed a sigh!

Alas, I was worried blindly. The boss wanted to save himself, not to cut off his leg. He quickly admitted his mistake and said, ”boss, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you!”

”Don't talk nonsense and bear the pain.” He Feng frowned and reminded him that he was really worried that he would be cool here and turn into a pile of bird droppings!

What a shame, what a tragedy. As long as he thinks about this appearance, he doesn't want to. He may have to fight for his own survival, so he must seize the time. How can he have this gun with Han Li's goods.

You have to change your time!

Holding the handle of the long sword, he Feng thought of the lever principle of physics in the third day of junior high school. He forced a pry and exerted all his strength. There was a sour friction sound in front of him. Then, with a bang, the flying sword made of refined steel broke into several pieces.

But it's not in vain.

I only saw that the dark black rock as hard as steel also cracked a large area and fell in. There was a gap on the ground, wide enough to accommodate one person.

Han Li broke free in an instant. He had some sour ankles. He hadn't waited. He was happy for a while. Suddenly, he looked at the sky in horror. He only saw the sword array just surrounded in the sky. Suddenly, all the long swords were filled with cracks.

It's like an antique unearthed from an ancient tomb. It's rotten!