A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The sight of the myriad golden rays came, but the monks with French seals on both hands ignored it and seemed to have full confidence in the light curtain of the beads in front of them.

Han Li saw this, his heart snorted coldly.

The golden sword of the flying sword is enlarged, and the power is increased by three points.

“Poop” sounded loud, and the golden glow flashed, all stuck on the light screen, but made a dull sound like a blow to the dead wood moving. Let the green screen shake for a while, there was no hole through it.

Han Li moved in color, but the secret sword trick pinched.

Suddenly, hundreds of swordlights near the Silver Robe monks trembled at the same time, randomly gathering at high altitude.

One round of golden pride rose in the sky.

But when the light converged, the length of one mouth, Jin Jianheran, floated there.

At this point, Han Li did not hesitate to hit the other side gently.

The sound of “La La" was loud, the golden sword surface was dark, but a layer of milky white glare appeared, thick crystalline ice emerged, turning into a giant sword of ice with dozens of lengths.

This sword is crystal clear and huge, and anyone can't help but suck in a cold breath of air.

The silver monk who originally pinched the knife below looked up and saw this, his face finally changed dramatically.

At this point, Han Li across the street single-handedly swung down into the void and spit a “chopped” word out cold in his mouth.

As soon as the ice sword swayed, it fell sharply. Before it was truly cut onto the green screen, a layer of visible fluctuations appeared in the nearby space. At the same time, there was a loud buzzing noise, as if it really was an iceberg under direct pressure.

This time, the monk of silver robe, although holding his own green screen is unmatched, will not dare to take this hit.

With a Buddha in his mouth, the white light lotus slipped under his feet, and the whole person disappeared with this lotus in the seven-colored Buddha light.

With a buzzing sound, the sword cut into space.

The next moment, the number of lengths next to the giant sword flashed white light, the lotus flower appeared slippery, and then the monk followed the strange appearance on the white lotus, at the same time the hand stamp changed, and a staggering spiritual pressure was released on the body, suddenly a large phantom of five or six lengths appeared over the head.

This phantom has a golden glow, a fierce face, curly hair and a naked body, which is no different than the rumored image of Buddha's Vajra.

At this moment of the Vajra fiction, the monk of silver robe shouted an energetic drink, aimed at the giant ice sword in front of him and boxed out two distant boxes.

“Rumbling" loud noise, the Vajra phantom made the same motion as monks, the anger opened up successively and struck firmly from the side on the side of the sword.

The two battles broke apart on the side of the ice sword. Such a huge sword was actually struck in a loud noise and flew in a diagonal direction. It was only after a few rounds of rolling in the middle of the air that it was forced to restabilize.

Han Li hurried to look at the ice sword and was shocked.

Because the side of the giant sword was hit by the golden shadow, the ice layer was all inches apart, revealing the golden sword body inside.

What kind of kung fu is this? It seems like it is never the same as Ming Wang, but it has something to do with it!

He was a little surprised.

However, since his last sacrifice, his flying sword has incorporated so many baseball balls that each bite has reached the limit of what it can accommodate. Therefore, the cold air contained in the bluebamboo cloud sword is terrible. Naturally, it cannot be the only force to strike.

Han Lijin thought a little, that seemed to have some half a broken ice sword, but the milky white light flashed a few times, the ruptured area recovered as it had begun, and then the ice sword rudely swept across, then chopped to the side of the silver monk.

The power of the giant ice sword does not diminish, as if it had been severely damaged before, never happened at all.

This time, the monk in the silver robe had a headache.

Once his face sank, the monk did not do the trick to escape, but his body rose and his arms suddenly became thick and round, his hands converging like lightning in the middle towards a giant ice sword.

The sound of “bang”, the Vajra phantom did the same thing, and it was accurate to clamp the ice sword in mid-air with two arms, making it impossible for it to fall again.

You know, even though the Buddhist phantom is not small in size, compared to the Ice Sword, it is a small witch to see the great witch!

Under this gear, some of the appearance of the Mantis Block Arm was really blocked by the Vajra Shadow.

Han Li's pupils shrunk and his heart was a little horrified.

You know not to say that the ice sword itself contains enormous power, which is the extreme cold produced by Ten Thousand Years of Xuanyu, is enough to freeze all the resistance of the Pharaoh, the magic instrument, but the Vajra phantom does not care at all to block it with both hands, and there is nothing unusual.

The secret technique is quite small.

Of course, when Han glanced down, he also noticed the silver monk below, but it did not seem as easy as the Vajra fiction above his head. Although his arms were still motionless, his body could not help but squat for a few points. At the same time, the golden light on his face continued to shake, looking a little hard.

Han Li frowned for a moment.

The mystery of this former intellectual monk seems to be somewhat similar to the Six-Pole True Demon Gong, but is radically different in nature.

Although the six poles of true magic also illuminate the six shadows behind them, these shadows are created and performed by the practitioners through the true magic of the ancient demonic ancestors. The Phantom of the Vajra summoned by the monks seems to have been transformed from the power within the body, and the power of this mystery and the Ming Wang definitely complement each other.

Otherwise, if the monk had not practiced Ming Wang to the fourth level, he would have just struck a giant sword like a hill. Even if the Vajra phantom could go on, the body would have collapsed unsupported long ago.

Han Lixin was greatly surprised, but Bamboo Cloud Swords were not only these powerful powers. He pinched the sword with one hand, and God promptly prompted another deity of the flying sword.

Together, the thunderous sound of the ice sword flashed an arm-thick large gold arc, directly illusoring several golden pythons, straight into the shadows.

“Huh!” The monk in the silver robe shocked, obviously never expected Han Li's flying sword to have so many magical talents. He couldn't think to suck more, aim for the spray in front of him to do all he could.

Though nothing has erupted from the monk's population, the fiction of the Vajra, which is manipulated by it, is different, and in the same way, a golden glow is erupted from his mouth. Spiritual flashes blow several electricity rolls apart so that they can't get close at all.

Almost at the same time, after the silver monk shouted loudly, a pair of large golden hands clamping the ice sword suddenly simultaneously pushed hard, and the ice sword suddenly cracked a giant stitch from the middle.

Under the golden glint of both hands, the cracks spread instantly and the ice chips broke apart.

The Silver Monk intends to completely break the Ice Sword from the center by virtue of Vajra's immense power.

But the thunderbolt boom obviously got the wrong idea, Han Li saw this sneer and the law in his hand changed.

The original ice sword burst into a tremendous tremor, and when it sounded clear, it became a dao of gold wire from the big hand of the phantom. Although the Vajra phantom hand grabbed it twice, each piece of gold wire was like a spiritual circle, and cleverly hid away. Let it yield nothing.

“Sword into silk!” Turns out Han Daoyou is a sword master! ‘The monk in the shadow whispered.

“I dare not call it sword repair in this fire. However, Master Yuan Zhi's magic trick allowed Han to open his eyes. I don't know where this magic talent comes from?” Han Li smiled faintly and returned the swords, asking very calmly.

It is not a battle between life and death at the moment, and he does not have to chase hard.

“The sculpture trick of the district is nothing, it's just a kind of magic trick that goes hand in hand with Ming Wang.” Silver Monk hey smile, equally vague and unwilling to divulge it at all.

Han Li listened and laughed bitterly.

“Buddhist gods are really small, but if you want to use ordinary means again, you and I will have a hard time flying out of victory and defeat in a short time. Some powerful treasures can be used under Han. Master Yuan Zhi should be careful.” Han Li turned his eyes and said in great depth.

After saying this, Han Li first punched the opposite monk with ten fingers in a row, ten fine red wires, and the flash of laser came out, but all of a sudden, they all disappeared.

Then the sleeve robe shook again, and suddenly a tri-colored flame rolled out, turning into a tri-colored feather fan, floating in his hand, and after slipping away, he caught it. Spirituality poured out gently across the street.

A phoenix sounded and a tri-colored firebird a few feet old flew out of the feather fan. After a circle, it went straight to the monk opposite it.

Then Han Li another mouth, a white round bead sprayed out, one exit swelled to the wind and turned into a ruler size.

A purple flame of cold appeared strangely on the surface of the bead.

Han Li didn't do anything else, just aim at the bead and gently brush his long sleeves.

Suddenly a purple sea of fire floated in front of me, and then swept a number of tall waves of fire, and the momentum swept across the street, and the sound was amazing!

The monk of the silver robe opposite saw Han Li do it this time, he could not help but look so fierce, the same one-handed flip, a brilliant silver vial appeared in the palm of his hand.

But without waiting for the monk to sacrifice this object, suddenly over the sky, the red light flashed in front of the Vajra fictitious figure, ten fine wires lasered out, flashed and then stuck on the fictitious figure at the same time. As a result, the two sides collided after a few shots, making a metal collision sound. These wires could not penetrate the golden phantom at all.

The monk did not care about it, but his eyes fell on the three colored firebirds that were firing towards him, and his eyes gave a stern expression.

Though he first saw the Triple Flame Fan, the amazing spiritual power coming from the Tri-Colored Firebird made him look like an enemy, and he didn't dare to take it lightly.

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