For a moment, demon qi swarmed out, blotting out half the sky. The Wood-Crowned Elder had nowhere to hide, and a fierce light flared in his eyes. He raised his right hand and slapped the Storage Bag at his waist.
At once, a sharp gleam burst forth. A several-foot-long streak of bloodlight shot from the mouth of the bag, and in a flash reached the air above Scorpion Tail Master's head, transforming into a blood-colored bolt of silk that chopped down viciously.
Yet Scorpion Tail Master neither retreated nor dodged. He had already been chanting an incantation; with a shake of his shoulder, a wisp of black qi flew from his sleeve.
It was a small sword of black qi, about a foot long, which likewise transformed into a black bolt of silk.
A "clang" rang in their ears. The two treasures crashed fiercely together a little more than ten feet above his head. Then sharp lights intertwined, chasing each other, and in that urgent clash it was difficult to tell which held the upper hand.
Next, Scorpion Tail Master clapped his hands repeatedly, and several more Dharma Treasures were offered up by him. With a sweep of his tail, the poisonous needle's approach became even more tricky and vicious as it stabbed hard toward his opponent's heart.
If this blow landed solidly, then even if a cultivator did not perish, his fleshly body would certainly be ruined.
Though Scorpion Tail Master's strength was a notch inferior, this flurry of attacks still left the Wood-Crowned Elder hard-pressed to cope, and at last an opening appeared.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, hurry and make your move!"
"Good!"
Great joy appeared on Lin Xuan's face. How could he miss such a fine opportunity? He immediately clenched both hands and urged the incantation art driving