Chapter 1246: Diamond Vajra

Text Volume 7: Traversing the Human Realm

View Post | Forum Master: | Reposts: 3

Qidian Official Version

Click to Watch

At the forefront of 2010 fashion trends, IGOGO Fashion Hall's explosive new arrivals feature the trendiest and most in-style menswear! Instantly captivate every woman's gaze! What are you waiting for? Come quickly!

Click to Enter:

Five-Diamond Reputation, Perfect After-Sales Service

Seeing countless golden rays shoot towards him, the monk, whose hands were forming mudras, ignored them completely, seemingly full of confidence in the light barrier formed by the prayer beads before him.

Han Li saw this and let out a cold snort in his heart.

The golden light from the flying swords intensified, increasing their power by another third.

With loud "thump-thump" sounds, the golden rays, flashing in and out, pierced the light barrier. However, they produced dull thuds, as if striking dry wood, causing the green barrier to shake violently but failing to penetrate it.

Han Li's expression shifted, and he secretly formed a sword incantation.

Instantly, hundreds of sword lights near the silver-robed monk trembled simultaneously, then gathered together high in the sky.

Light immediately burst forth, and a golden sun seemed to rise out of thin air.

But as the light receded, a golden sword several yards long impressively appeared there.

At that moment, Han Li pointed gently at his opponent without hesitation.

With a loud "sizzle," the golden light on the sword's surface dimmed, replaced by a layer of milky-white frosty glow. Thick crystal ice immediately emerged, transforming it into a colossal sky-reaching ice sword, dozens of yards in length.

The sword was crystal clear throughout, and its immense size made anyone who saw it gasp in awe.

The silver-robed monk, who had been calmly chanting below, looked up and his face finally changed drastically.

Just then, Han Li, facing him, made a horizontal motion with one hand, sweeping it towards the void below, and coldly uttered the word "Chop!"

With a tremor, the ice sword fell fiercely. Before it even reached the green light barrier, layers of visible ripples appeared in the surrounding air. Simultaneously, a piercing hum resonated loudly, as if an imposing ice mountain were truly bearing down.

At this point, although the silver-robed monk was confident in the unparalleled toughness of his green barrier, he absolutely dared not directly withstand this attack.

He uttered a Buddhist chant, and as the white light lotus under his feet spun rapidly, he and the lotus vanished amidst the seven-colored Buddhist light.

The colossal sword, with a humming sound, struck empty space.

The next moment, a white light flashed several yards away from the colossal sword. The lotus reappeared, spinning, and then the monk strangely materialized on the white lotus. At the same time, the mudra in his hands changed, and an astonishing spiritual pressure emanated from him. A towering phantom, five to six yards tall, suddenly appeared above his head.

This phantom was entirely bathed in a hazy golden light, with a fierce and menacing face, curly hair, and a bare torso, appearing exactly like the legendary Buddhist Vajra.

The instant this Vajra phantom appeared, the silver-robed monk let out a powerful roar, then aimed two remote punches at the gigantic ice sword before him.

With a thunderous "boom," the Vajra phantom moved identically to the monk, glaring with wide eyes as it continuously struck out, hitting the side of the sword solidly.

Two large golden lights exploded on the side of the ice sword. This massive sword was struck askew and sent flying amidst the great noise, tumbling several times in mid-air before barely stabilizing itself again.

After Han Li hastily took a closer look at the ice sword, he couldn't help but be startled.

Because where the colossal sword had been struck by the golden phantom, the ice layers had shattered inch by inch, revealing the dazzling golden sword's main body within.

"What kind of cultivation technique is this? It seems different from the Mingwang Art, yet somehow related!"

He was somewhat surprised and doubtful.

However, after his flying swords had undergone multiple refinements, the amount of profound jade incorporated into them was astonishing, each reaching the absolute limit of what it could contain. Therefore, the Clear Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword's formidable cold energy naturally wouldn't be limited to just one strike.

With a flicker of Han Li's divine sense, the seemingly half-damaged ice sword merely pulsed with milky-white frosty light a few times, and its fractured areas instantly recovered. The ice sword then unceremoniously swept horizontally, striking again towards the silver-robed monk nearby.

The colossal ice sword's power remained undiminished, as if the severe damage it had sustained earlier had never even occurred.

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

His face darkened. Instead of using an escape art to dodge, the monk's body swelled, and his two arms suddenly became a size thicker. His hands then clapped together like lightning towards the incoming gigantic ice sword.

With a "bang," the Vajra phantom made the same move, accurately clamping the ice sword between its two arms in mid-air, preventing it from descending even an inch further.

One must know that while this Buddhist phantom was not small in size, compared to the ice sword, it was utterly dwarfed!

Such a block, somewhat resembling a mantis trying to stop a chariot, was indeed successfully performed by the Vajra phantom.

Han Li's pupils contracted, and he felt a genuine sense of alarm.

Not only did the ice sword possess immense power, but the extreme cold generated by the Ten-Thousand Year Profound Jade alone was enough to freeze any opposing magic treasures or artifacts. Yet, the Vajra phantom blocked it with its bare hands, completely unconcerned, showing no signs of abnormality whatsoever.

This secret art was truly extraordinary.

As Han Li's gaze swept across, he also noticed that the silver-robed monk below did not seem as at ease as the Vajra phantom above. Although his arms were motionless, his body involuntarily stooped slightly, and the golden light on his face continuously flickered, revealing signs of strain.

Han Li couldn't help but frown slightly.

This Monk Yuanzhi's secret art appeared somewhat similar to the Six Extremes Demonic Cultivation Art, but in essence, it was completely different.

Although the Six Extremes Demonic Cultivation Art also conjured six demonic phantoms behind the user, these phantoms were formed and the demonic arts cast by cultivating with the true demonic energy of ancient demon ancestors, relying on external power. In contrast, the Vajra phantom summoned by the monk seemed to be formed from his own internal spiritual power, and the power of this secret art complemented the Mingwang Art.

Otherwise, to say nothing else, if this monk had not cultivated the Mingwang Art to the fourth level, even if the Vajra phantom could withstand the impact of the mountain-like colossal sword, his physical body would have long since collapsed from the strain.

Han Li was greatly amazed, but the Clear Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword possessed more than just these powers. Forming a quick incantation with both hands, he immediately used his divine sense to activate another divine ability of the flying sword.

With a clap of thunder, thick golden arcs, each as thick as an arm, suddenly emerged from the ice, directly transforming into several golden electric pythons that shot straight towards the phantom.

"Eh!" A look of surprise flashed across the silver-robed monk's face; he clearly hadn't expected Han Li's flying sword to possess so many divine abilities. Without time to think further, he suddenly inhaled and then forcefully exhaled forward.

Although nothing emerged from the monk's mouth, the Vajra phantom he controlled was different. With the same action, it spewed forth streams of golden mist from its mouth. Amidst the flickering spiritual light, it actually rolled and blew away the electric pythons, preventing them from getting close.

Almost simultaneously, after another loud roar from the silver-robed monk, the pair of hazy golden hands that held the ice sword suddenly exerted force at the same time. Instantly, a huge crack split the ice sword down the middle.

Under the dazzling golden light from its hands, the crack instantly widened, and ice fragments shattered and fell.

It seemed the monk intended to completely break the ice sword in half using the immense power of Vajra Prajna.

However, this esteemed senior monk of the Thunder Sound Sect had clearly miscalculated. Han Li saw this and let out a cold laugh, changing his incantation with his hands.

The ice sword at its original spot suddenly trembled violently. After a clear resonance, it transformed into countless golden threads that scattered from the phantom's large hands. Although the Vajra phantom tried to grab them with a backhand swipe, each golden thread, as if sentient, skillfully dodged with a swirl, leaving the phantom with nothing.

"Transforming sword into threads! So Daoist Han is actually a sword cultivator proficient in sword arts!" The monk under the phantom was startled and mumbled to himself.

"My meager skill hardly qualifies me as a sword cultivator," Han Li said with a faint smile after recalling his flying swords. "However, Master Yuanzhi's secret art has truly opened my eyes. May I ask about the origin of this divine ability?" he asked very calmly.

This was not a fight to the death, so he didn't need to relentlessly pursue and press the attack.

"It's just a trifling trick, nothing much," the silver-robed monk chuckled, also speaking vaguely, clearly unwilling to reveal any details.

Han Li listened and let out a bitter laugh.

"Buddhist divine abilities are indeed extraordinary," Han Li said, his expression instantly returning to normal, with a profound meaning in his tone. "It seems that with ordinary methods, it would be difficult for you and me to determine a victor quickly. I am about to use some powerful treasures, Master Yuanzhi, please be careful."

After saying this, Han Li first flicked his ten fingers towards the monk opposite him. Ten slender red threads shot out, flashing into existence and then instantly vanishing with a shimmer.

Next, he shook his sleeve again, and a cluster of three-colored flames rolled out, transforming into a three-colored feather fan that appeared in his hand. After spinning once, he gripped it. With a surge of spiritual power, he gently fanned it towards his opponent.

A phoenix cry echoed, and a several-foot-tall three-colored firebird flew out from the feather fan. After a single circle, it darted straight towards the monk.

Han Li then opened his mouth again, and a hazy white spherical bead shot out. The moment it left his mouth, it swelled rapidly against the wind, becoming about a foot in size.

Streams of purple cold flames eerily emerged from the surface of the bead.

Han Li made no other moves, merely aimed at the bead and gently flicked his long sleeve.

Instantly, a sea of purple flames appeared out of thin air before him, then rolled up into towering fire waves several yards high, surging aggressively towards his opponent with astonishing momentum!

Seeing Han Li's fierce attack this time, the silver-robed monk's expression couldn't help but turn extremely solemn. He immediately flipped his hand, revealing a small, shimmering silver bottle in his palm.

But before the monk could unleash this item, a red light suddenly flashed in front of the golden phantom above. Ten slender threads of fire shot out, flashing and then simultaneously piercing the phantom. As a result, after a few "clink" and "clank" sounds, their collision produced a metallic clang, and these threads of fire were utterly unable to penetrate the golden phantom in the slightest.

The monk paid no attention to this, his gaze entirely fixed on the three-colored firebird flying towards him, a solemn expression appearing in his eyes.

Although it was his first time seeing the Three Flames Fan, the astonishing spiritual energy emanating from the three-colored firebird made him feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and he dared not underestimate it in the slightest.

A first post has landed for me...Still don't know where the first post is?Can I be in the front row?Cut in really fast.Cutting in more is healthier.I'm in! I'm in! I'm in! I'm in! I'm in!Better to cut in cleverly than early.A first post has landed for me...Everyone follows me, I follow everyone. If anyone follows me, I will definitely follow them. If anyone doesn't follow me, I will still follow them. We follow each other, hand in hand to achieve God Transformation.Everyone follows me, I follow everyone. If anyone follows me, I will definitely follow them. If anyone doesn't follow me, I will still follow them. We follow each other, hand in hand to achieve God Transformation.Everyone follows me, I follow everyone. If anyone follows me, I will definitely follow them. If anyone doesn't follow me, I will still follow them. We follow each other, hand in hand to achieve God Transformation.Everyone follows me, I follow everyone. Those who follow me, I will definitely follow.Cutting in more is healthier.I'm in! I'm in! I'm in! I'm in! I'm in!Got the first post!A first post has landed for me...Finally updated!2010/04/28 21:33 Dongliang 150th Floor