The Fire Flood Dragon King let out an enraged roar, bright light shooting from both eyes. He stretched out a hand and struck the crown of his head hard, and a treasure as thin as a thread flew out from his mouth.
Though slender, it was impossibly long!
"Innate Sword Silk!"
The Luo Family Ancestor froze, and his expression could not help turning grave.
This secret art bore some resemblance to the Sword into Silk Technique, but in terms of power, the two could not be mentioned in the same breath. The former condensed Sword Qi into silk; though it could add sharpness, it was hardly anything extraordinary. The latter was different—it refined the body of an immortal sword itself into silk.
The Fire Flood Dragon King waved both hands, casting several incantation gestures in succession. Red light stabbed at the eyes, and strands of sword silk surged out one after another.
Like waves of the sea, they swarmed toward the black short sword ahead.
On the other side, Hermit Qinglian likewise did not dare be careless. With a shake of both hands, the Hundred Tiger Beast King Painting appeared in midair. The Demon Tigers within opened their bloody maws, spitting out streaks of blood-colored radiance. They flashed in the wind and condensed in midair, turning into a Blood-Colored Steel Whip about three feet long.
Explosions rang out without end, and the oncoming black short sword had already been intercepted.
If it were two against one, the Fire Flood Dragon King and Hermit Qinglian naturally would be far from enough to contend with a Lihe Realm cultivator. But at this moment, the Nine-Headed Ancestor was also keeping him entangled, so the pressure the two of them faced could not really be counted as too great.
After blocking the other party's