Lin Xuan did not know why Baoshe had come here alone, nor did he know where Bingpo, who had always stuck to her like the weight to a steelyard, had gone.
But for him, this was the best opportunity.
Nor would he allow the two companions who had joined hands with him to harbor second thoughts.
So at this moment, a swift battle and swift decision was the best choice.
Lin Xuan had never thought of begging for mercy or compromising, because Baoshe could not possibly let him go.
In the final analysis, the cultivation world still revered the strong above all.
Lin Xuan had made his choice, and when he acted, there was naturally not the slightest hesitation or delay.
He merely swept his sleeve, and clear ringing instantly rose in great waves. Dozens of inch-long flying swords, halos pulsing and flickering, swam out from within his sleeve like fish.
They flashed in the wind, and in their place appeared sword after sword, each about a foot long, hovering before him.
Then Lin Xuan softly chanted an incantation and pointed a finger forward.
At once, a sound like a phoenix's cry and a dragon's roar rang out. As the sword light trembled, silver rainbows danced through the air, unexpectedly splitting from one into three, three into nine, transforming into several hundred identical streaks of sword light.
After they circled and danced briefly, Sword Qi swept and opened in all directions, nearly filling half the sky. As far as the eye could see, silver rainbows were like snow, like surging waves, like spiraling billows of air, dazzling and piercing to the eyes, possessing an imposing grandeur like the vast sea.
Baoshe's pupils could not help narrowing slightly. As one of the nine True Devil Progenitors, for her to have achieved