Faced with such a sharp attack, even Venerable Heaven-Fat's eyelids could not help twitching wildly. Naturally, that plump Dharma Image would not sit still and wait for death either. Its hands danced madly, and the treasures it held blazed with black light, whirling like Wind Fire Wheels as it clashed with the Nine Heavens God Luo Image.
But no matter how he exhausted every trick he had, he clearly could not hold it off. Rather than calling it stalling for time, it was more like clinging to a last breath.
Defeat was only a matter of time!
Lin Xuan raised both hands, and several more spell arts shot from between his fingers and palms.
Following his movements, a sound like brocade being torn apart entered the ear. Spiritual light flared in the void, and that silver-glittering giant sword melted away like ice and snow.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed forward again.
The Immortal Sword vanished, and streak after streak of silver light surfaced in the void.
They were strands of sword silk, slender yet extremely sharp.
The Sword into Silk Technique had originally been a secret art Lin Xuan excelled at.
After he had sworn sisterhood with Hundred Flowers Fairy, he had also received her extremely detailed guidance.
By now, it was already a sword-controlling art at which Lin Xuan was exceedingly proficient. Though he dared not say he had cultivated it to the point where "blue comes from indigo yet surpasses indigo," across the Three Realms and through ancient and modern times, if speaking solely of the secret art Sword into Silk Technique, Lin Xuan could still rank among the top ten.
An expert only had to make one move for others to know whether he had the real thing.
Only a great burst of whooshing sounds could be heard