Lin Xuan's brows furrowed, and his face suddenly darkened. This move was somewhat like the Buddhist Lion's Roar, but far fiercer and more domineering. Meeting its edge head-on would be extremely foolish.
His figure flashed, and Lin Xuan had already used Nine Heavens Micro-Steps to retreat. At the same time, he sent a spell seal before him, and the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield spun round and round, once again turning into a curtain of light to block in front of him.
Tian Xiaojian's reaction was not slow either. A mass of sinister wind surged out and wrapped around his body, likewise carrying him backward. Though his speed could not match Lin Xuan's, it was only a little slower.
No one knew what strange movement technique this was; the Mystic Demon True Scripture had never mentioned it.
Yet a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of the Demon Monster's mouth. This sort of attack, similar to sound waves, could simply ignore ordinary defenses.
Moreover, he had long since witnessed the divine power of Lin Xuan's Nine Heavens Micro-Steps. How could he let him escape so easily?
The two Demon Arms closed together toward the center, and something bizarre happened. The air suddenly became sluggish and heavy. There was clearly nothing around, yet Lin Xuan abruptly felt as if a weight of ten thousand catties had pressed down on him.
"Not good!"
Lin Xuan's expression changed wildly. His figure swayed, and Nine Heavens Micro-Steps was already broken. He staggered into view in midair, while the bones throughout his body cracked and popped nonstop, as if they were about to be crushed apart by that tremendous force.
Lin Xuan's face was utterly bloodless. If he had not cultivated the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Art, making his body powerful and far above