Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. This kind of Supernatural Power was truly no small matter.
Worthy of an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage!
Despite his shock, Lin Xuan had no intention of retreating.
He clenched both hands, and whooshing sounds entered his ears. The sword light filling the sky vanished, replaced by a single Silver Thread that emerged into view. Though extremely fine, it was even more dazzling and brilliant.
Then silver light flickered incessantly, and more fine silver threads appeared, radiant to the extreme, blotting out the entire canopy of the sky.
"Sword into Silk Technique!"
The Heavenly Sound Palace Master froze, and for the first time, a moved expression appeared on her face.
This Supernatural Power itself was nothing worth mentioning, but to cultivate it to such a degree—even looking across the Three Realms—there were only a handful who could do so.
Every strand of sword silk carried the power of laws.
No wonder Miao Yin had lost to him.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed forward, and tens of thousands of sword threads came rolling down.
Whether in number or sharpness, they were far beyond what the sword light from before could compare to. Those golden Flying Swords could no longer withstand them; with a crack, they were sliced in two, then turned into specks of starlight and dispersed into the air.
However, that Flood Dragon and Golden Lion showed no fear. Head swaying and tails lashing, they charged up.
They plunged headfirst into the countless sword threads.
Their bodies were incomparably hard. Although the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword could injure them, to destroy them in a short time seemed impossible.
Damn it!
Lin Xuan's expression grew uglier and uglier.
As the saying went, the moment an expert stretched out a hand, you knew whether he