Shock and doubt filled his heart, yet the old fellow's movements did not slow in the slightest.
His left hand formed a claw and seized forward.
Hiss...
The Yin energy filling the sky was once again sucked into his hand.
It gathered toward the center, and this time, a round bead the size of a dragon's eye appeared in sight.
What treasure was this?
Lin Xuan no longer had time to think further. His two hands jabbed forward as fast as lightning, and with his movements, the sword threads shot out with even greater urgency.
Even if the Yin Spirit had no physical form, that did not mean it could be immune to every attack.
If the opponent were pierced through by those countless sword threads, the damage he suffered would absolutely be no small matter.
Yet while Lin Xuan's change in technique was swift, how could the other party be easy to deal with?
With a lift of his hand, the black bead condensed from Yin energy was offered up.
Specks of gray light flickered, unexpectedly turning into a layer of black light curtain that protected him within.
Bang!
The next moment, silver radiance dazzled the eye. Countless sword threads had already shot over, like a wild storm, stabbing viciously toward that gray light curtain.
In an instant, clumps of fist-sized silver light burst across the surface of the light curtain, like rain striking banana leaves and lotus fronds, the crackling sounds pouring endlessly into the ear.
The light curtain instantly became like a lake surface in the rain, with rings of ripples, large and small, continuously spreading out in every direction.
The power of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword was no small matter, and moreover, Lin Xuan's Sword into Silk Technique had been secretly learned from Hundred Flowers