A ripple stirred nearby. At the wound on Kong Hui's right shoulder, a mass of eerie black mist had appeared, wrapping half his body, while Kong Hui's face was filled with agony, as if he were undergoing some torture.
Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly. Though he did not know what the other party intended, he naturally would not give an enemy time to cast a spell at leisure.
Yet as if he had anticipated his opponent's move, Kong Hui actually struck first.
With a slight movement of his divine sense, the Strange Tiger with twin wings on its back let out a roar and, like swift thunder and flashing lightning, pounced toward Lin Xuan.
Then another spell seal struck the Zen Staff. Staff shadows rose like mountains, like a thick curtain of light, pressing down toward Lin Xuan.
Damn it!
This time, Lin Xuan did not use Nine Heavens Micro-Steps again. So what if the other party truly was a cultivator with two Nascent Souls? Did he think that meant he could beat him?
With a flick of his sleeve, a whip about three feet long shot out.
Its entire body was purple, with faint runes flowing over its surface. If he remembered correctly, this item had come from Nine-Headed Ancestor. Even with Lin Xuan's broad knowledge and experience, he could not tell at all what material it had been refined from.
"Swift."
Lin Xuan pointed forward. The treasure's runes flashed, and it transformed into a purple Flood Dragon. A dense, baleful aura surged out as it tossed its head and tail and plunged into the curtain of light formed by the staff shadows.
At once, a series of bang, bang, bang sounds reached his ears. The Flood Dragon was struck by hundreds of staff shadows; if it had been