Chapter 1228: Vajra

Seeing countless golden lights shooting over, the monk, who was still adding to his hand seals, turned a blind eye to this, seemingly full of confidence in the light screen transformed by the Buddhist beads in front of him.

Seeing this, Han Li let out a cold snort in his heart.

The golden lights of the flying swords shone brightly, and their power increased by another thirty percent.

"Puff, puff" sounds echoed loudly, and the golden lights flashed and pierced into the light screen, but they emitted a dull sound like hitting dead wood. The green screen shook violently but didn't pierce through.

Han Li's expression moved, but he secretly formed a sword seal.

Immediately, over a hundred sword lights near the silver-robed monk trembled simultaneously, and then gathered toward the high sky.

Light shone everywhere, and a golden sun rose out of thin air.

But when the light faded, a golden sword several zhang long appeared there.

At this moment, Han Li didn't hesitate to point lightly at the opposite side.

"Clatter" sounds echoed loudly, the golden light on the surface of the golden sword dimmed, but a layer of milky-white cold light appeared, and thick crystal ice emerged, transforming into a Heaven-Supporting Ice Sword over thirty zhang long.

This sword was crystal clear, and its size was so huge that anyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp.

The silver-robed monk, who was forming seals below, looked up and saw this, and his face finally changed greatly.

And just at this moment, Han Li opposite waved one hand horizontally, waved at the void below, and coldly spat out the word "Slash".

The ice sword shook, and it slashed down fiercely. Before it even truly slashed onto the green light screen, layers of visible fluctuations appeared in the nearby space, and at the same time, miserable humming sounds echoed, as if a real ice mountain was pressing down with a fierce momentum.

This time, although the silver-robed monk relied on the toughness of the green screen on his body, he absolutely didn't dare to take this blow head-on.

He chanted a Buddhist name, the white light lotus under his feet turned, and he and the lotus disappeared in seven-colored Buddhist light.

The giant sword slashed into empty space with a humming sound.

The next moment, white light flashed several zhang away beside the giant sword, the lotus appeared, and the monk also strangely appeared on the white lotus. At the same time, the hand seals he was forming changed, and a shocking spiritual pressure was released from his body. A phantom over five or six zhang tall suddenly appeared above his head.

This phantom was covered in golden light, with a ferocious and evil face, full of curly hair, and half-naked, actually looking exactly like the image of a Vajra in the Buddhist Sect.

And just at the moment this Vajra phantom appeared, the silver-robed monk gave a loud shout, and he actually struck out two punches from a distance toward the giant ice sword in front of him.

"Boom!" A loud noise, the Vajra phantom made the same movement, eyes wide open, and struck out one after another, hitting the side of the sword body solidly.

Two golden lights the size of a peck exploded on the side of the ice sword, and such a huge sword was actually knocked flying sideways in the loud noise, rolling several times in mid-air before barely stabilizing again.

And Han Li hurriedly looked at the ice sword carefully, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

Because the side of the giant sword hit by the golden phantom had all shattered, revealing the golden sword body inside.

What kind of cultivation technique is this? It seems a bit different from the Vajra Art, but it also has some connection!

He was a bit suspicious.

However, his flying swords had been refined last time, and the amount of Geng metal mixed in had reached a limit that made people dumbfounded. Therefore, the cold energy contained in the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords was powerful, and naturally, it couldn't just have this one strike of power.

As Han Li's spiritual sense urged, the ice sword just flashed with milky-white cold light, and the broken places recovered as before. Then the ice sword swept horizontally without politeness, slashing toward the silver-robed monk on the side again.

The power of the giant ice sword didn't decrease at all, as if the heavy damage to it just now had never happened.

This time, the silver-robed monk felt a headache.

His face sank, the monk didn't use an escape technique to dodge, but his figure swelled, his two arms suddenly thickened, and his two hands closed lightning-fast toward the middle of the coming giant ice sword.

With a "bang", the Vajra phantom made the same movement, actually accurately clamping the ice sword in mid-air with its two arms, making it unable to fall even a fraction.

You know, although the volume of this Buddhist phantom wasn't small, compared to the ice sword, it was truly a case of a mantis blocking a chariot!

Blocking it like this, it really looked like a mantis blocking an arm, and it was really blocked by the Vajra phantom.

Han Li's pupils shrank, and his heart was truly a bit horrified.

You know, not to mention the huge force contained in the ice sword itself, just the extreme cold produced by the ten-thousand-year mysterious jade was enough to freeze all magic treasures and magic tools, but the Vajra phantom didn't care at all and blocked it with its hands, and there was no abnormality at all.

This kind of secret technique was truly extraordinary.

Of course, as Han Li scanned, he also noticed the silver-robed monk below, who didn't seem as relaxed as the Vajra phantom above. Although his arms didn't move, his body couldn't help but squat down a few inches, and the golden light on his face shook repeatedly, looking a bit strained.

Han Li couldn't help but frown.

This monk's secret technique seemed similar to the Six Extremes True Demonic Art, but in essence, it was completely different.

Although the Six Extremes True Demonic Art also had six demonic shadows appearing behind the practitioner, those shadows were borrowed external forces, formed by the practitioner borrowing the True Demonic Qi of the Ancient Demon Ancestor, and displayed demonic arts. But the Vajra phantom summoned by the monk seemed to be transformed from the spiritual power within his own body, and the power of this secret technique was also complementary to the Vajra Art.

Otherwise, not to mention anything else, if this monk hadn't cultivated the Vajra Art to the fourth layer, the strike of the mountain-like giant sword just now, even if the Vajra phantom could take it, his physical body would have long been unable to support it and collapsed.

Han Li was greatly amazed, but the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords didn't just have this power. He formed a sword seal with both hands, and his spiritual sense immediately urged another divine ability of the flying swords.

Thunder sounds echoed, and the ice sword suddenly emerged with golden arcs as thick as an arm, directly transforming into several golden electric pythons, pouncing directly toward the phantom.

"Eh!" The silver-robed monk was surprised. Clearly, he never expected Han Li's flying swords to have so many divine abilities. Without thinking, he suddenly inhaled and spat out with all his might toward the front.

Although nothing was spat out from the monk's mouth, the Vajra phantom he was manipulating had a different movement. Under the same action, it spat out streams of golden glow from its mouth. Spiritual light flashed, actually blowing away the electric pythons and making them unable to get close at all.

Almost at the same time, the silver-robed monk gave another loud shout, and the pair of golden hands clamping the ice sword suddenly exerted force simultaneously. Immediately, the ice sword cracked from the middle.

Golden light shone brightly, the cracks expanded instantly, and ice chips fell one after another.

The silver-robed monk actually intended to use the Vajra-like great strength to completely break the ice sword from the middle.

But this high monk of the Thunder Sound Sect clearly miscalculated. Han Li sneered upon seeing this, and the sword seal in his hand changed.

The ice sword trembled violently, and after a clear ringing sound, it transformed into streaks of golden silk and scattered from the Vajra phantom's hands. Although the Vajra phantom grabbed twice, every streak of golden silk cleverly dodged it with a circle. It didn't gain anything at all.

"Transforming sword into silk! So Fellow Daoist Han is actually a sword cultivator who is proficient in sword techniques!" The monk under the phantom was startled and murmured.

"This little skill of mine is hardly worth calling a sword cultivator. On the contrary, the secret technique displayed by Great Master Yuan Zhi has opened my eyes. I wonder what the origin of this divine ability is?" Han Li smiled indifferently, and after calling back all the flying swords, he asked very calmly.

This wasn't a life-and-death struggle, so he didn't need to pursue relentlessly.

"A mere petty skill, nothing worth mentioning, just a small divine ability that complements the Vajra Art." The silver-robed monk chuckled, also speaking vaguely, not wanting to reveal anything in detail.

Han Li couldn't help but smile bitterly upon hearing this.

"Buddhist Sect divine abilities are truly extraordinary. It seems that without using ordinary means, it will be very difficult for you and me to decide the winner in a short time. Han is about to use a few high-power treasures, Great Master Yuan Zhi, please be careful." Han Li's expression returned to normal, and he said meaningfully.

After saying this, Han Li first flicked his ten fingers toward the monk opposite, and ten slender red threads shot out, but suddenly flickered and disappeared.

Then he shook his sleeves, and a ball of three-colored flame rolled out, transforming into a three-colored feather fan, which appeared in his hand. After spinning, he grasped it tightly. After injecting spiritual power wildly, he fanned it lightly toward the opposite side.

A phoenix cry echoed, and a three-colored fire bird several zhang large flew out from the feather fan. After circling, it pounced directly toward the monk opposite.

Then Han Li opened his mouth again, and a milky-white round bead was spat out. As soon as it exited, it expanded wildly in the wind, transforming into a size of a foot.

Streams of purple cold flames emerged strangely on the surface of the round bead.

Han Li didn't make any other movements, just flicked his long sleeves lightly toward the bead.

Immediately, a sea of purple flames appeared out of thin air in front of him, then rolled up fire waves several zhang high, sweeping fiercely toward the opposite side, with an astonishing momentum!

The silver-robed monk opposite saw Han Li move so fiercely this time, and his expression couldn't help but become extremely solemn. He flipped his hand, and a small silver bottle appeared in his palm.

But before the monk could sacrifice this item, suddenly above, in front of the Vajra phantom, red light flashed, and ten slender fire threads shot out. After a flash, they stabbed onto the phantom simultaneously. As a result, "clang" and "clang" sounds echoed. When the two collided, they actually made sounds like metal hitting metal. These fire threads couldn't pierce the golden phantom at all.

The monk didn't care about this, but his gaze fell on the three-colored fire bird flying over, and a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

Although he was seeing the Three-Flame Fan for the first time, the shocking spiritual power transmitted from the three-colored fire bird made him face a formidable enemy, and he didn't dare to underestimate it at all in his heart.

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