Sword Rays fell like rain, but the luster they gave off was a blue-gray, setting off the Evil Flood Dragon beside them to strange effect. Then they collided with Lin Xuan's attack.
That scene was hard to put into words. The void was torn open, and for several li around, chaotic Laws of Heaven and Earth permeated everywhere.
Hissing sounds rang incessantly in the ear, but very quickly, they were drowned out by the Evil Flood Dragon's roars.
The blue-gray Flood Dragon, its entire body exuding deathly energy, crashed into the multicolored spirit flood dragons. They coiled and danced through the air, tearing at one another with teeth and sharp claws.
Under such might, even the sky shook violently, collapsing piece by piece.
They were evenly matched!
Lin Xuan's face was filled with astonishment. This mirror-shaped treasure had actually reflected his own attack back at him.
No... that was not quite right either.
To be precise, it had simulated them, simulated the attacks of the Hundred Dragon Fangs and the Immortal Sword Map.
But this was still far too inconceivable.
Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, Lin Xuan simply would not have dared believe the scene unfolding before him.
This fellow was truly far too fierce.
The Spirit Race Ancestor was actually powerful to such an extent.
But because of this, Lin Xuan's competitive spirit was also stirred.
I refuse to believe it. He is merely a cultivator of the same level. This young master will not fail to defeat him today.
A sigh entered his ears, and Lin Xuan simply put away his treasures.
The attack came to an end!
And following his movement, the blue-gray sword light and Flood Dragon ahead likewise vanished.
No surprise showed on Lin Xuan's face. Although he did not understand