The Violet Lightning sword above his head, wreathed in violet lightning, was about to cleave down.
Daoist Long Ming stood around twenty meters away from me, chanting an incantation and casting a talisman.
The instant the command left his lips, the golden talisman in his hand exploded.
With a thrust of his sword fingers, golden light flooded out from the yellow talisman in an instant, powerful aura flowing within it.
A deep, resonant tremor like the tolling of a great bell rang out—Bzzzz! Its sound pierced the heavens and came rolling forth.
It was like a dragon's cry at dawn, like an azure dragon roaring.
Amid the golden light, a golden talisman aura shot forth in an instant.
Accompanied by that deep dawn-like roar, the aura took the form of a phantom azure dragon and shot directly at Cloak Old Ghost, who was bringing his blade down upon me.
No matter how fast Cloak Old Ghost was, he could not outrun that beam of aura.
The aura beam truly resembled the phantom of a golden dragon. At the very instant the Violet Lightning Flame Sword struck me, that dragon-like golden talisman aura slammed directly into the flame blade in Cloak Old Ghost's hand.
With a thunderous boom, Cloak Old Ghost was sent flying and rolled repeatedly across the ground.
That attack had crossed a terrifying distance of twenty meters.
From so far away, it had directly blasted back a three-crystal Spirit King at the Green Specter level. Daoist Long Ming's technique and talisman were clearly formidable.
I did not stand there dumbly either. Gripping the Fish Bone Sword, I sprinted forward without stopping.
Master and Third Master rushed over.
Yet after unleashing such a long-range talisman spell, Daoist Long Ming spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clearly, the spell was