Seeing that Lin Xuan had already restrained the enemy, the woman naturally would not stand on ceremony. Her hand rose, her sword fell, and a gorgeous blossom of blood bloomed as she took off his head.
A mighty Dongxuan Realm expert had died in utter confusion. Under the joint assault of Lin Xuan and this mysterious sword cultivator, he had not even displayed a small fraction of his divine abilities before inexplicably perishing. But the matter was not over. Blue light flashed, and an infant about an inch tall fled out from the corpse.
Lin Xuan's brows lifted. His right hand turned, and that ancient-styled Long Spear had already appeared, yet the woman moved even faster.
With a raise of her left hand, a streak of purple Sword Qi shot from her fingertip. Thunderfire clung to the surface of the Sword Qi, and its speed was so fast it left one dumbstruck. Before the Nascent Soul could even teleport away, its head was pierced through.
Its eyes were wide open, its face full of unwillingness and terror. Not even in his dreams had he imagined that he would actually fall at the hands of two Lihe cultivators.
Seeing that the Nascent Soul had also been destroyed, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve and took the Storage Bag from the other party's waist. Then he curled his fingers and fired repeatedly, sending two fire bullets shooting from his fingertips, turning the corpse into ash and smoke.
The sky brightened again, and the waves on the sea gradually calmed. However, this place was clearly no good land suited for a long stay. Green light rose around Lin Xuan's entire body, and he flew off into the distance. The woman hesitated slightly, then followed after him.
Several hours later, a barren island with thin