Like fine rain as dense as ox hair, like mercury spilling across the ground, in an instant the sound of tearing through the air rose loudly, stabbing toward the Azure Phoenix.
What a swift and fierce attack!
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and inwardly he praised the Spirit Race Saintess's strength as truly extraordinary.
The reason she had been no match just now was also because she had been careless for a moment.
Once she seized the opportunity, she immediately turned around the unfavorable situation.
While Lin Xuan was delighted, he also drew his attention back.
He had no time to exchange move after move with the Taowu here; cutting through tangled hemp with a swift blade was the most correct choice.
That Taowu's strength was indeed impressive. If it had been alive, in a one-on-one fight with Lin Xuan, it would have been hard to say who would win and who would lose.
However, times had changed. At this moment, it was, after all, only a monster reborn because of obsession. Not only could its magic power not compare with when it had been alive, its moves also seemed extremely monotonous. After a few exchanges, Lin Xuan had more or less grasped the pattern of its movements.
What was there left to be polite about? Was it not easy to sell an opening and invite the lord into the jar?
As expected, the current Taowu had lost all intelligence; muddleheaded and foolish, it charged straight into the trap.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed. This was even easier than he had imagined—fight with wits, not strength.
He raised his right hand, and right in its face came a sharp streak of Sword Qi.
Like a sudden storm of wind and rain, it chopped down toward the opponent.
This strike had both