A powerful enemy!
The same realization dawned in both their hearts.
What they should do next went without saying.
As the saying went, strike first and gain the upper hand; strike late and suffer for it.
Lin Xuan had never been a cultivator who cared about rules. As for Nailong True Person... did everyone think this fellow would feel ashamed about outnumbering an opponent?
The answer was naturally no.
And so the next scene was easy to predict.
Lin Xuan merely gave his hand a slight shake, as if only his shoulder had shifted a little. Aside from that, there was no superfluous movement at all, yet the entire sky was instantly filled, as if by magic, with Sword Qi swarming in from every direction.
Falling like rain, the dazzling, multicolored Sword Qi numbered in the tens of thousands, sweeping toward Mo Yu with vast and imposing momentum.
It was an attack of such magnificent grandeur, yet all the Sword Qi was actually orderly and arranged, as if secretly conforming to some kind of Laws of Heaven and Earth—though the specifics could not be explained.
At the side, the Eight-Tailed Immortal Fox stared, dumbfounded.
Was this truly an existence from the lower realm? With such strength, although he still could not compare to a True Immortal, even in the Immortal World he would have a place to stand.
The Sword Qi was like snow, incomparably sharp.
Yet on Mo Yu's face, there was not the slightest hint of fear.
He raised his right hand and pointed at a Dharma Treasure before him.
At once, the Purple Mirror blazed with light, and purple radiance dyed the sky in a layer of gorgeous color.
Almost at the same time, ripples abruptly rose in the void.
A huge purple prism appeared within sight.