Tian Xiaojian had fallen into crisis, and Lin Xuan naturally had no reason to just watch him suffer. Leaving aside for the moment whether the two were enemies or friends, with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, he certainly would not let the Demon Monster pick them off one by one.
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.
The blood mist was swiftly absorbed into the Talisman Treasure. Then spiritual light flashed, and the talisman ignited of its own accord without wind. A hazy blue pillar of light appeared before his eyes.
Spiritual pressure descended from the sky. Within the pillar of light, runes flickered in and out of sight, and the most eye-catching among them was a needle-shaped Dharma Treasure about a foot long.
The surrounding temperature rapidly dropped. This treasure possessed an icy nature.
Afterward, Lin Xuan felt the magic power throughout his body surge wildly toward that pillar of light like water from a breached dam.
If it had been anyone else, nine times out of ten they would have turned pale with fright, but Lin Xuan had used Talisman Treasures before, so naturally no trace of panic appeared on his face.
Instead, he drew in a breath and took the initiative to let the Talisman Treasure absorb his magic power.
With a whoosh, the pillar of light burst apart, and countless blue threadlike rays appeared, like fine rain filling the sky.
Its momentum was astonishing to the extreme. Then Lin Xuan pointed, and that blue "rain curtain" pressed down toward the Sword Ray of the demon treasure.
Tian Xiaojian was overjoyed, and his figure shot backward. He had no desire to be caught in the aftermath of this terrifying clash.
The two overwhelmingly powerful attacks finally collided.
The entire space seemed to tremble. The