But with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, though startled, he naturally did not fall into panic. His sleeve brushed lightly, and a green spell art shot out, recalling the Immortal Binding Ball. Then, with a slight stir of his divine sense, the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword turned into a snow-white bolt of lightning and hacked down toward his opponent.
The demon monster gave a cold laugh and had no intention of dodging at all. With a flip of its right hand, the Bone Blade was already moving up to meet it.
Screeech...
A sound that set one's teeth on edge rang out. The Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword had actually been chopped flying back. Lin Xuan's face darkened; on the surface of the immortal sword, a shallow crack had appeared.
The opponent's Bone Blade was actually this sharp.
What he was using was a top-grade ancient treasure left behind by an old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm. If it had been a magic treasure refined by an ordinary Core Condensation cultivator, it probably would already have been ruined, Lin Xuan thought, somewhat horrified.
He immediately hesitated no longer and put the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword back into his Storage Bag.
Although, given this ancient treasure's grade, it could barely trade blows with the opponent for a time, afterward, even if it was not ruined, the damage it suffered would certainly be far from small. Lin Xuan naturally would not do such an obviously loss-making deal. If he wanted to defeat the demon monster before him, he would have to think of some other way.
As this thought reached him and Lin Xuan was just about to act, the demon monster before his eyes suddenly vanished.
No... it had not vanished. Rather, its speed was too fast, so fast the