The National Preceptor Du Lan’s great divine dragon spell was broken by Ling Tian. This spell had consumed a large amount of his magical power, and now that it was shattered, National Preceptor Du Lan was extremely angry and dejected.
This man was already protective and petty. With matters reaching this point, it was impossible for either side to back down.
Seeing this, National Preceptor Du Lan took his Zen staff, twisted the tip, and with a click, the top of the staff opened. National Preceptor Du Lan pulled it out, revealing a vajra pestle!
Ling Tian also possessed a vajra pestle, but Du Lan’s was vastly different from Ling Tian’s.
This vajra pestle was entirely black, and instead of ferocious Vajra figures, it was carved with unknown ghosts and gods, making it look incredibly eerie.
National Preceptor Du Lan held the vajra pestle in his hands, chanting incantations. The next moment, the black vajra pestle levitated, floating above Du Lan’s head.
“Die!”
National Preceptor Du Lan suddenly formed a hand seal and pointed at Ling Tian. The entirely black vajra pestle flew towards Ling Tian. It moved with terrifying speed, like a high-velocity cannonball!
Sensing danger, Ling Tian immediately took out a Vajra Talisman and threw it at the vajra pestle.
“Boom!”
The vajra pestle directly collided with the white light sphere formed by the Vajra Talisman, causing a massive explosion. This did not stop the vajra pestle’s attack, merely slowing its flight speed slightly.
The vajra pestle continued its assault on Ling Tian!
Ling Tian was now somewhat annoyed. He realized the problem: although the opponent was using a vajra pestle to attack him, the essence of this technique was swordplay. It was simply a substitution of a flying sword with a vajra pestle.
When it came to manipulating flying swords, the Chinese were the ancestors. The opponent was undoubtedly showing off in front of a master!
With this thought, Ling Tian’s mind flashed, and a vajra pestle appeared in his hand!
Everyone was stunned, wondering where Ling Tian had hidden his weapon.
National Preceptor Du Lan looked at the golden vajra pestle in Ling Tian’s hand, his eyes radiating undisguised greed.
He could tell at a glance that the vajra pestle in Ling Tian’s possession was no ordinary item, especially the surging Buddhist power emanating from it, which was a bane to all sorts of evil entities.
Ling Tian sharply raised his hand, and the vajra pestle in his grip collided with National Preceptor Du Lan’s vajra pestle, emitting a clear, bell-like sound.
National Preceptor Du Lan’s vajra pestle was repelled over a meter away. He formed hand seals and pointed at Ling Tian. The vajra pestle turned in mid-air, accelerating from another angle and charging directly at Ling Tian!
Ling Tian once again blocked the opponent’s attack with his vajra pestle. In this manner, National Preceptor Du Lan launched a long-range assault on Ling Tian, using the methods of controlling a flying sword.
Ling Tian blocked the opponent’s attacks repeatedly, but he hadn’t expected National Preceptor Du Lan’s flying sword manipulation to be so proficient. The vajra pestle was like a persistent leech, giving him no time to counter-attack.
For a moment, Ling Tian appeared to be on the defensive.
Beside him, Yuugong Yui, watching Ling Tian’s predicament on the battleground, nervously clutched Ahri’s hand.
“Ahri, what do we do? Is Ling Tian in danger? If not, let me go up!”
Ahri gave Yui a sideways glance.
“The Master’s power is beyond your imagination. Just watch obediently!”
As she spoke, Ling Tian once again blocked National Preceptor Du Lan’s attack. This time, before Du Lan could make another move, everyone suddenly noticed that a crimson longsword had appeared in Ling Tian’s other hand.
Seeing this, Ahri smiled happily.
“Yui, watch carefully. Ling Tian’s counter-attack has begun. That bald donkey’s death is imminent!”
As she spoke, Ling Tian directly threw out the Crimson Flame Treasure Sword. The sword shot into the air with a swish and then flew towards National Preceptor Du Lan.
National Preceptor Du Lan was greatly alarmed. He hadn’t expected Ling Tian to use his own tactics against him!
At this moment, he couldn’t afford to continue controlling the vajra pestle. His mental energy was limited, and he couldn’t multitask. Thus, he quickly raised his Zen staff and struck at the Crimson Flame Treasure Sword!
“Clang!”
This treasure sword contained Ling Tian’s immense true essence, and Ling Tian’s flying sword techniques were not merely about making the sword fly; they also included many tricks to increase attack power.
National Preceptor Du Lan immediately felt a tremendous force transmitted through his wrists, almost making him drop his Zen staff!
Just then, the Crimson Flame Treasure Sword nimbly turned in mid-air, bypassing the Zen staff and slashing directly towards National Preceptor Du Lan’s neck.
National Preceptor Du Lan’s face turned ashen. He controlled his vajra pestle to attack in a straightforward manner, while Ling Tian’s flying sword was incredibly agile, as if an invisible hand was controlling it!
National Preceptor Du Lan was determined that this couldn’t continue. If it did, he might be pierced through by this sword.
Therefore, National Preceptor Du Lan quickly chanted incantations and once again controlled the vajra pestle. He was now desperate and intended to perish together with Ling Tian!
The vajra pestle once again levitated. This time, it flew to a distance of twenty to thirty meters from Ling Tian, then descended from above, launching an attack at extreme speed.
Ling Tian understood. The opponent intended to utilize the potential energy of the vajra pestle’s flight to launch a more ferocious attack.
At this moment, Ahri, who was watching from the side, made her move. Ahri snapped her fingers. No one noticed Ahri’s subtle action. And at this very moment, a spatial ripple, only palm-sized, appeared on the flight path of the vajra pestle.
This was Ahri forcefully opening a spatial channel. No one around, except Ling Tian who was in sync with Ahri, noticed anything different.
As a result, the vajra pestle suddenly vanished into thin air.
Meanwhile, National Preceptor Du Lan, who was fully focused on controlling the vajra pestle, suddenly felt the connection between himself and the vajra pestle completely severed!
Not only that, but National Preceptor Du Lan even felt as if a piece of his soul was missing!
“This, no…”
National Preceptor Du Lan spat out a mouthful of blood. This was the backlash caused by the severed connection between the flying sword and the caster, and the disappearance of the soul fragments on the flying sword!
His vajra pestle was now in another spatial dimension, and the bond between it and him was naturally broken.
However, this was not considered cheating, as it did not violate the game rules.