At this moment, the black-clad Demon Cultivator's face was filled with shock and doubt as well. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but how could Lin Xuan be in any mood to waste words with him here?
Expressionless, he raised a hand, and several silver Sword Rays swam out from his sleeve like fish.
They swelled in the wind, slashing and thrusting viciously forward.
"Courting death!"
The Demon Cultivator flew into a rage. A strand of divine sense shot out, and at once, runes sprayed from the surface of the Long Spear Dharma Treasure. It actually transformed into a colossal monster like a strange single-horned python, opening its bloody maw, its whole body wrapped in a Demon Wind as it pounced over with savage ferocity.
Lin Xuan gave a cold laugh and turned a blind eye to this transformation. With two casual taps of his hands, those several streaks of sword light merged toward the center, and in an instant, a giant sword more than seventy to eighty feet long emerged.
As spiritual light blazed, it blocked the giant python that had pounced over in one stroke. Silver radiance and black qi tangled together, and the Single-Horned Giant Python's fierce flames greatly diminished. With a mournful cry, it curled its body into a ball.
The Demon Cultivator's face changed drastically. Not even in his dreams had he imagined that this intruder's divine abilities would be so outrageous, that with a casual lift of hand or foot, he could make his Dharma Treasure unable to hold.
The thought of retreat had already risen in his heart.
Facing a powerful enemy, stubbornly holding out was extremely foolish. In any case, his side had the numbers, so why not hide within the demon horde and win by weight of