The silver-robed monk stared at Yan Yun for a long time, then suddenly uttered a solemn Buddhist chant, and a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his face.
Upon seeing this, Yan Yun's originally lazy expression instantly calmed down, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked doubtfully:
"It is said that Master Yuanzhi is the Buddhist Vajra Protector. Could it be that he practices the legendary Mingwang Jue?"
"Alas, Fellow Taoist Yan actually has a deep understanding of my Buddhist sect's Kung Fu. It is this secret scripture that the poor monk practices. I would like to ask Fellow Taoist Yan to give me some more pointers."
The eminent monk in silver robes was initially stunned when Yan Yun directly revealed the name of the technique he performed, but then he replied proudly.
I saw his palms clasped together, chanting Sanskrit mantras in his mouth, and pale silver charms emerged one by one, floating up from his silver robe.
Not only the facial contours, but also the skin on the body began to gradually transform into a light golden color, and the whole person was like a golden Arhat reborn in the world.
Faced with such a situation, Yan Yun remained calm, but his heart couldn't help but tighten.
The other party's cultivation level is so obvious that it has reached the mysterious realm of the fourth level of "Ming Wang Jue".
This means that the physical strength of the opponent is comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons. If an ordinary flying sword is used to attack, the opponent can easily resist it with just his hands.
However, if the opponent is limited to this level of strength, then he will naturally have the confidence to deal with it.
Standing up straight, Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and a series of crisp sounds suddenly came out. Dozens of golden flying swords whizzed out from the bottom of his sleeves, turning into sword lights that were more than a foot long, spinning and flying in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Yun recited the magic formula silently and pointed lightly in the air.
All the sword lights trembled slightly, and the golden light flourished. In an instant, they were divided into seven, turning into hundreds of identical sword lights.
After circling for a moment, the golden sword energy almost covered half of the sky, like clusters of dazzling golden light, with extremely majestic momentum.
Chan Ku and other monks in the Dan Formation stage who were watching the battle below saw this scene, and their expressions changed dramatically.
There is no need for the Great Monk Yan to use any more magical powers. Just the gathering of these sword lights in one place is enough to make it difficult for ordinary Nascent Soul stage monks to resist.
The silver-robed monk opposite saw this scene, but showed no fear and just raised his arms.
Red and green spiritual lights flashed in the palms, and a red Zen staff several feet long and a string of emerald-green beads emerged from each.
At this moment, Yan Yun on the opposite side quickly pinched his fingers, and hundreds of sword rays turned into a golden glow, sweeping over with rapid force.
“Just in time!”
The silver-robed monk shouted and suddenly raised his right hand. The red Zen staff transformed into a ferocious red dragon and headed straight towards the opposite side.
The emerald green Buddha beads in his left hand were thrown out, emitting little green light and turning into a thick green light shield, protecting him within it.
The great Buddhist disciple then lowered his eyes and kept changing the hand seals on his arms, as if he was about to unleash some extremely profound magical power.
At the same time, the red dragon swung its tail and crashed into the golden glow formed by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
When Yan Yun saw this, he muttered in a low voice: "Ten Thousand Years Fire Coral", with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Although the flying sword containing Geng essence is extremely sharp, there are still several materials that can compete with it in the human world.
Ten Thousand Years Fire Coral is the best among these materials.
However, it is worth noting that this material is far more rare than Gengjing, and it is undoubtedly more difficult to find.
The Zen staff beside Monk Yuan Zhi is carefully forged from this material, and its proportion is eye-catching.
Otherwise, this Zen staff alone would never be able to withstand the coordinated attacks of so many flying swords and remain unscathed.
Yan Yun was filled with astonishment, but his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword did not rely solely on its sharpness to achieve victory.
So he immediately activated his consciousness and adjusted his sword light strategy, and a small group of sword lights surrounded the red dragon.
The rest avoided the red dragon in a roundabout way, turned into countless golden streams of light, and rushed towards the monk.
Seeing countless golden streams of light rushing towards them, the monk who controlled the seal with both hands turned a deaf ear to this. He seemed to have absolute confidence in the light curtain transformed by the beads in front of him.
When Yan Yun saw this, he sneered secretly in his heart.
The golden light of the flying swords suddenly bloomed, and its power was instantly increased to three times its original value.
The sound of "Puff" was heard endlessly, and the golden stream of light pierced the light curtain like lightning, but it only made a dull sound like hitting dead wood.
The green light curtain swayed violently, but it was never penetrated.
Yan Yun's expression changed slightly, but he secretly changed his sword techniques quickly.
In an instant, hundreds of sword lights around the silver-robed monk trembled at the same time, and then they all rose into the sky.
The light is overflowing, and a dazzling golden sun rises slowly in the sky.
After the light dissipated, a golden giant sword several feet long suddenly appeared.
At this time, Yan Yun pointed at the other party without hesitation.
The sound of "Bah!" was deafening, and the golden light on the surface of the golden giant sword gradually dimmed.
It was replaced by a layer of milky white cold light, followed by thick frost, eventually forming a huge ice sword with a height of more than ten feet.
This sword is crystal clear and its size is so huge that anyone who sees it will be shocked.
The silver-robed monk who was casting spells below looked up and saw this scene, and his expression finally changed drastically.
And at this moment, Yan Yun on the opposite side stretched out his right hand again, waved hard towards the void below, and uttered the word "kill" coldly in his mouth.
The ice sword swayed slightly, then slashed downwards violently, before it actually touched the green light curtain.
The nearby space has begun to see fluctuations visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a sharp buzzing sound is heard, like a huge iceberg galloping forward.
Faced with such an offensive, although the silver-robed monk firmly believed that the green screen on his body was extremely strong, he was determined not to withstand the attack forcefully.
He chanted the Buddha's name, and the white light lotus under his feet quickly rotated, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in the colorful Buddha light.
The huge ice sword struck the air with a hoarse buzzing sound.
A moment later, a few feet away from the golden giant sword, white light flashed, and the light lotus reappeared.
Then the mage also appeared strangely on the white lotus, and at the same time the seal in his hand changed.
The body released a powerful spiritual pressure, and a huge phantom five to six feet tall suddenly appeared above the head. This phantom's whole body shone with golden light, its face was ferocious, its hair was curly and fluffy, and it was half-naked. It was exactly the same as the legendary Buddhist King Kong.
And just when the Vajra phantom appeared, the silver-robed monk let out a powerful roar, locked his target on the huge ice sword in front of him, and struck out with both fists from afar.
After the loud noise that shook the earth, the Vajra shadow made exactly the same movements as the monk did hundreds of years ago.
With eyes wide open, he pushed firmly on the side of the ice sword, causing the entire sword to be hit hard and fly into the air. It did not stabilize until it flipped several times in mid-air.
Yan Yun quickly observed the ice sword and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
It turned out that the side of the ice sword was violently hit by the golden shadow, and all the ice layers were shattered, revealing the shining golden sword body.
What kind of skill is this? It seems to be related to Mingwang Jue, but it is not the same!
Yan Yun was filled with doubts.
However, after many sacrifices to his flying sword, the amount of mysterious jade has reached an eye-popping level, and each bite has reached its limit.
Therefore, the cold energy contained in the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword is so strong that it cannot be easily resolved with just this one impact.
With a thought in Yan Yun's mind, the ice sword that originally seemed to be seriously damaged, only flashed a few times with a milky white cold light, and the cracks healed instantly.
Then the ice sword swung horizontally without mercy and attacked the silver-robed monk next to him again.
Despite the heavy damage, the power of the giant ice sword remained undiminished, as if the previous trauma had never existed.
This time, the silver-robed monk felt extremely headache.
His face was gloomy, and he did not use his escape technique to evade. Instead, his figure suddenly expanded, his two arms suddenly doubled in thickness, and his hands quickly closed together like lightning, trying to prevent the huge ice sword from falling.
With a "bang" sound, the Vajra Shadow also took action and accurately clamped the ice sword tightly with both arms in mid-air, preventing it from moving downwards.
It should be noted that although this Buddhist phantom is huge, it is still insignificant compared to the ice sword.
In this way, it seemed that he was helpless, but the Vajra shadow actually blocked the ice sword attack forcefully.
Yan Yun locked her eyes tightly, feeling a real sense of shock in her heart.
Just imagine, the powerful power contained in the ice sword itself, coupled with the extremely cold breath released by the ten thousand year mysterious jade, can completely freeze any magic weapon or magic weapon that tries to resist.
However, King Kong Phantom stretched out his hands without fear and directly blocked the ice sword's attack without any damage to it.
This kind of mysterious magic is really amazing.
However, when Yan Yun glanced at the silver-robed monk below, he found that the latter did not deal with it as calmly as the Vajra shadow above.
Although his arms were as steady as a mountain, his body sank a little unconsciously, and the golden light on his face kept flashing, obviously under tremendous pressure.
Yan Yun's brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
The secret technique used by this monk Yuan Zhi seems to have some similarities with the Six Extremes True Demon Technique, but in fact it is completely different.
Although the Six Extremes True Demonic Skill can also transform six demonic shadows behind the back, these demonic shadows are actually formed and performed with the help of external force, that is, the cultivator absorbs the true demonic energy of the ancient demon ancestor.
In contrast, the Vajra phantom summoned by the monk is more like the transformation of his own magic power, and there seems to be a close correlation between the power of this secret technique and the Mingwang Jue.
In addition, if the monk has not yet cultivated Mingwang Jue to the fourth level.
So even if the King Kong Phantom could withstand the previous flying sword attack that was as huge as a hill, the energy in his body would probably no longer be able to support it, causing his body to be damaged and completely collapsed.
Yan Yun was quite shocked by this, but the strength displayed by the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword was by no means limited to that. He quickly condensed the sword technique, and his consciousness urged the flying sword to show another kind of magical power.
With the sound of thunder, the ice sword suddenly showed thick golden arcs on its arms, and then transformed into several golden electric pythons, galloping towards the phantom.
"Oh!" The silver-robed monk looked shocked. He obviously had not expected that Yan Yun's flying sword actually contained so many magical powers. He didn't have time to think too much and immediately spat forward with all his strength.
Although no substance spewed out of the monk's mouth, the Vajra phantom controlled by him was completely opposite. With the same movement, streams of golden rays of light spewed out from his mouth.
In the flash of light, several electric pythons were rolled away in one fell swoop, making it impossible for them to get even close.
Almost at the same moment, the silver-robed monk roared again, and a pair of big golden hands holding the ice sword suddenly exerted force at the same time. In an instant, a huge crack opened in the ice sword.
Under the dazzling golden light of his hands, the cracks expanded rapidly and ice shards fell one after another.
The silver-robed monk seemed to intend to use the powerful power of Vajra Prajna to completely break the ice sword from the center.
However, the eminent monk of Leiyin Sect obviously misjudged the situation. Yan Yun sneered when he saw this, and the magic formula in his hand changed accordingly.
The originally motionless ice sword suddenly trembled violently, and after a crisp chirp, it turned into countless golden threads and surged out from the shadow's big hand, even though King Kong Shadow tried to grab a few of them with his backhand.
But every golden thread rotates flexibly as if it is alive, cleverly avoiding all captures, leaving the shadow with nothing.
"Turn swords into silk!" It turns out that Fellow Daoist Yan is actually a master swordsman who is proficient in sword techniques!
The monk below the shadow was stunned and whispered to himself.
"It's hard to call Pindao's meager skills a swordsman."
"It is the secret technique performed by Master Yuan Zhi that opened Yan's eyes. I wonder where these magical powers come from?"
Yan Yun smiled calmly, took back the flying swords, and asked the other party calmly.
This was not a life and death battle, and he did not need to pursue it with all his strength.
"It's just some trivial skills, not worth mentioning. It's just a small magical power that complements the Mingwang Jue."
The silver-robed monk smiled and was also vague, obviously unwilling to reveal details.
After hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Buddhist magical powers are indeed extraordinary. It seems that if we continue to use ordinary methods, we may not be able to determine the winner in a short period of time."
"Yan will use several powerful magic weapons next, so Master Yuanzhi must be careful in dealing with them."
Yan Yun's expression changed rapidly, and after returning to normal, he said meaningfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yun took the lead and pointed his fingers at the monk opposite. Ten slender red threads flashed past, and then they all disappeared without a trace.
Then, he waved his sleeves lightly, and a ball of three-color flames rolled out and turned into a three-color feather fan.
It was suspended in his hand, and after spinning for a moment, he held it tightly. With the crazy injection of spiritual power, he waved lightly towards the opposite side.
A loud phoenix call sounded, and a three-color firebird that was several feet in size flew out of the feather fan. After hovering for a moment, it pounced directly towards the monk opposite. (End of chapter)