Lin Xuan had only suffered minor injuries, while Monk Huitong had lost a hand and a foot. In that previous clash, the two had been evenly matched, but because Lin Xuan had the added protection of the Green Flame Qilin Armor, the outcome had been completely different.
The old monk was both shocked and furious, his face full of venomous resentment.
And although Lin Xuan's face was wooden, he naturally would not miss such a fine opportunity even if it killed him.
After the earlier exchange of techniques, the other party's blade formation had already been broken. Though the thirty-six Flying Daggers still hung suspended in midair, their surfaces were covered in cracks.
Wuu...
A mountain wind blew past, and this heart-palpitating set of Dharma Treasures actually turned to powder, scattering away with the wind.
Huitong could not help feeling another pang of pain.
And the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure in Lin Xuan's hand was not undamaged either. On top of the cracks it had already borne, two more had appeared.
Lin Xuan sighed and withdrew the treasure into his sleeve.
Then he formed hand seals with both hands and pointed at the purple Flood Dragon before him.
Roar!
The sound of a dragon's cry entered their ears, and the Flood Dragon transformed from the Purple Cauldron Whip immediately pounced toward its opponent.
And Lin Xuan did not stop there. He turned over his left palm, and a cluster of emerald-green flame surged up.
At first it was only the size of an egg, but its diameter swiftly expanded to about a foot across.
Then, like a fledgling breaking its shell, a small bird with sharp fangs and a pointed beak leapt out from within.
With a light, graceful turn, it also charged toward the old monk.
Another Long Spear of