Those words drifted slowly into his ears.
Lin Xuan's brows drew together, and he burst into a laugh despite himself. "Were your injuries so severe that even your nerves have gone somewhat deranged?"
"What?"
"Fellow Daoist's injuries are this serious, yet you still think you have a chance to turn the tables?"
This was different from the situation just now. That time, the other party had most likely used some kind of substitute or trick of misdirection, openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing at Chen Cang, which was how he had managed to launch a sneak attack on him.
This time, however, Lin Xuan had seen it all clearly. The other party's physical body had absolutely been pierced full of holes by his Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword. Under such circumstances, he still wanted to turn the tables? Did he truly take Lin Xuan for a fake man molded from clay and pasted with paper?
Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat was extremely rich. He asked himself that if their positions were reversed and he had reached such a point, even if he would not simply let himself be butchered, it would still be absolutely impossible to turn defeat into victory.
He was confident of this. However, Lin Xuan's nature had always been careful and cautious, so with a sweep of his sleeve, the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire shot out once more.
Whether the other party was spouting wild words or truly had some hidden follow-up move, as long as he was reduced to ashes, there would be nothing left to worry about.
Lin Xuan was brave and decisive.
Yet Ice Old Demon's face held a cold sneer.
Facing the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, he still showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he drew in a deep breath, and