Seeing countless golden rays coming, the monk who blessed the Dharma seal with both hands turned a blind eye to it, as if he had full confidence in the light curtain transformed by the Buddhist beads in front of him.
Seeing this, Han Li snorted coldly in his heart.
The golden lights of the flying swords were released, and the power increased by three points at once.
The sound of "Puff" was loud, and the golden light pierced the light curtain in a flash, but it made a dull sound like hitting dead wood. Let the green screen shake wildly for a while, but it didn't pass through.
Han Li's expression changed, but he secretly pinched his sword.
Immediately, hundreds of sword lights near the silver-robed monk trembled at the same time, and then all gathered in the sky.
All of a sudden, it was radiant, and a round of golden sun rose out of thin air.
But when the light faded, a golden sword several feet long suddenly appeared there.
At this time, Han Li rushed to the opposite side without hesitation and tapped lightly.
The sound of "呲啦" sounded loudly, the golden light on the surface of the golden sword dimmed, but a layer of milky white cold light emerged, and thick crystal ice emerged immediately, turning into a huge ice sword that was more than ten feet long .
The whole body of this sword is crystal clear, and its size is so huge that anyone can't help but gasp when they see it.
Seeing this, the silver-robed monk who was making the formula below finally changed greatly.
And at this moment, Han Li on the opposite side swung one hand across the sky, swiped at the void below, and uttered the word "cut" coldly.
With a flick of the ice sword, it fell hard, and before it actually hit the green light curtain, layers of fluctuations visible to the naked eye appeared in the nearby space, and at the same time, there was a loud buzzing sound, as if it was really an iceberg pressing down menacingly up.
This time, although the silver-robed monk maintained that the green screen on his body was extremely tough, he never dared to take this blow head-on.
With a Buddha's name in his mouth, the white light lotus under his feet turned around, and the whole person and this lotus disappeared in the seven-color Buddha light.
With a buzzing sound, the giant sword slashed into the empty space.
The next moment, a white light flashed a few feet away from the giant sword, and a lotus flower dripped out, and then the monk also appeared on the white lotus strangely. Suddenly, a tall phantom of five or six feet appeared above his head.
This phantom is full of golden light, with a ferocious face, curly hair, and half-naked body. It is actually the same as the rumored image of the Buddhist King Kong.
And at the moment when the vajra phantom appeared, the silver-robed monk let out a loud shout, aimed at the huge ice sword in front of him, and punched out with two distant fists.
With a loud bang, Vajra Phantom made a movement similar to that of a monk, and smashed out one after another with his eyes wide open, hitting the sword firmly from the side.
Two clusters of fighting big golden lights burst open on one side of the ice sword. Such a huge sword was blown obliquely and flew amidst the loud noise. After rolling several times in mid-air, it barely stabilized again.
After Han Li hurriedly took a closer look at the ice sword, he couldn't help being shocked.
Because where the side of the giant sword was hit by the phantom of golden light, the ice layer shattered inch by inch, revealing the golden sword body inside.
What kind of exercise is this, it seems to be completely different from King Ming, but it has something to do with it!
He was a little surprised.
However, after his flying sword was sacrificially refined last time, the amount of profound jade mixed into it was jaw-dropping, and every bite reached the limit it could hold.
Therefore, the coldness contained in the Green Bamboo, Fengyun Sword is so powerful, it is naturally impossible to only have the power of this blow.
With a movement of Han Li's divine sense, the ice sword that seemed to be half broken, only flickered a few times with a milky white cold light, and the cracked place was restored to its original state. Robe monk.
The power of the giant ice sword did not decrease at all, as if the heavy damage to it had never happened before.
This time, the silver-robed monk felt a headache.
His face sank, the monk didn't use the escapism to dodge, but his body swelled up, his arms suddenly became thicker, and his hands moved toward the path of the huge ice sword and closed like lightning.
With a sound of "bang", Vajra Phantom made the same move, and unexpectedly pinched the ice sword in midair with both arms, preventing it from falling any further.
You must know that although the size of this Buddhist phantom is not small, it is nothing compared to Bingjian!
Under such a gear, it looked like a praying mantis was blocking his arm, but he was really blocked by the King Kong phantom.
Han Li's pupils shrank, and he was really a little shocked.
You must know not to mention the huge power contained in the ice sword itself, but the extreme cold produced by the Wannian Xuanyu, which is enough to freeze all magic weapons and magic weapons that can resist it, but Vajra Phantom blocked it with both hands without any care, and did not care about it at all. No exception.
This kind of secret technique is really no small matter.
Of course, Han Li swept his eyes and noticed the silver-robed monk below, but he didn't seem to be as relaxed as the vajra shadow above his head. The golden light on the ground also swayed one after another, looking a bit strenuous.
Han Li couldn't help frowning.
The secret technique of this Yuanzhi monk seems to be somewhat similar to Liuji Zhenmogong, but it is completely different in essence.
Although the six extremes of true magic power also transformed into six phantoms behind him, but these phantoms were formed with the help of external power, and they were formed by the cultivator with the help of the real magic energy of the ancestor of the ancient demons, and the magic power was displayed. However, the King Kong phantom summoned by the monk seems to be transformed by the mana in his body, and the power of this secret technique and King Ming's Art also complement each other.
Otherwise, among other things, if the monk hadn't cultivated King Ming Jue to the fourth level, even if the vajra phantom could be followed by the blow of the giant sword just now, the body would have collapsed unsupported long ago.
Han Li was amazed in his heart, but the Green Bamboo and Bee Cloud Sword was not limited to these powers. When he squeezed the sword formula with both hands, his divine sense immediately urged another magical power of the flying sword.
With the sound of thunder, thick golden arcs the size of an arm suddenly emerged from the ice sword, which directly transformed into several golden electric pythons, which rushed towards the phantom.
"Huh!" The silver-robed monk was startled, obviously never expecting that Han Li's flying sword had so many supernatural powers, before he could think about it, he suddenly sucked it in, and sprayed it with all his strength aimed at the front.
Although nothing spewed out from the monk's mouth, the Vajra phantom manipulated by him was different. With the same action, golden rays spewed out from the mouth. In the flash of the spiritual light, several electric flood dragons were rolled up and blown away so that they could not get close at all.
Almost at the same time, after the silver-robed monk yelled again, the pair of big golden hands holding the ice sword suddenly exerted force at the same time, and the ice sword split a huge crack from the middle.
Under the glare of the golden light on both hands, the cracks instantly expanded, and ice chips shattered and fell one after another.
It looked like the silver-robed monk planned to break the ice sword completely from the middle by relying on the great power of Vajra Prajna.
But this eminent monk of the Leiyin Sect obviously made a wrong decision. Seeing this, Han Li sneered, and the formula in his hand changed.
The ice sword in the original place trembled suddenly, and after a clear cry, it turned into a series of golden threads and scattered from the big hand of the phantom. With a circling like that, he cleverly dodged it, leaving him with no gain at all.
"Turn sword into silk! It turns out that Fellow Daoist Han is a swordsman who is proficient in sword art!" The monk under the phantom was stunned and murmured.
"It's hard to call it a sword cultivator at this point. It's the secret technique performed by Master Yuan Zhi that opened Han's horizons. I don't know where this supernatural power comes from?" Han Li smiled lightly, and sent all the flying swords away After returning, he asked very calmly.
It's not a life-and-death struggle right now, so he doesn't have to pursue and fight relentlessly.
"A trivial skill is nothing, it's just a small supernatural power that cooperates with King Ming's Jue." The silver-robed monk chuckled, also speaking vaguely, as if he didn't want to reveal it carefully.
Han Li couldn't help laughing bitterly after hearing this.
"Buddhist supernatural powers are indeed very important. If you think about it and use ordinary methods, it will be difficult for you and me to tell the winner in a short time. Mr. Han will use several powerful treasures. Master Yuan Zhi is careful." Han Li looked In a blink of an eye, he recovered as before, and said with great meaning.
After saying this, Han Li flicked his ten fingers at the monk facing him first, and ten slender red threads shot out in a flash, but all of them disappeared in a flash.
Then the sleeve robe flicked again, and suddenly a ball of three-color flame rolled out, turning into a three-color feather fan, which floated in his hand, and after a whirling turn, he grabbed it. Under the frantic injection of spiritual power, he gently fanned out to the opposite side.
A phoenix cry came out, and a three-color firebird several feet in size flew out from the feather fan. After a circle, it went straight to the monk opposite.
Immediately after Han Li opened his mouth again, a white bead sprayed out, and as soon as Fang exited, it rose violently in the wind and turned into a size of about a foot.
Strands of purple cold flame erupted strangely from the surface of the bead.
Han Li didn't do anything else, he just aimed at the bead and flicked his long sleeve lightly.
Immediately, a sea of purple flames appeared in front of him out of thin air, and then rolled up a tall wave of flames several feet high, and rushed straight to the opposite side with a menacing momentum, the momentum was astonishing!
The silver-robed monk on the opposite side saw that Han Li's attack was so fierce this time, and his face couldn't help being extremely solemn. Immediately, he flipped the same hand over, and a small silver bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.
But before the monk offered the object, suddenly a red light flashed in front of the Vajra phantom in the sky, and ten slender filaments of fire shot out at once, and after a flash, they pierced the phantom at the same time.
As a result, after a few "dang" and "dang" sounds, the two collided, and there was a sound like metal colliding. These fire wires could not penetrate the golden shadow at all.
The monk didn't care about this, but his eyes fell on the three-color firebird flying towards him, with a dignified expression in his eyes.
Although he saw the Three Flame Fan for the first time, the astonishing spiritual power emanating from the three-color fire bird made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and he dared not underestimate it in his heart.