This treasure was oddly shaped, rather like a tiger's claw. Green light curled around it, mixed with the whoosh of wind, as it went to meet the immortal sword magic treasure.
Lin Xuan snorted. With a flip of his left hand, a small mirror of ancient, unadorned design appeared in his palm. As he urged his magic power, seven or eight black balls of light the size of fists sprayed from the mirror's surface.
Those balls of light were extremely fast; though launched later, they arrived first, striking Xiao Kun's tiger-claw magic treasure and wrapping around it.
Xiao Kun froze, somewhat at a loss, but in the next instant he felt the spirituality of his magic treasure greatly diminished. His magic power poured outward at frightening speed, like water through a breached dike.
Lin Xuan, meanwhile, showed a strange smile and pointed. The Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword changed direction, tracing a graceful arc to avoid the tiger claw as it slashed toward his opponent.
Xiao Kun's face turned deathly pale. He slapped both hands repeatedly, sacrificing a veil of light gauze. Red light surged over the gauze and swelled wildly outward, unexpectedly transforming into a blood-colored protective barrier over a foot thick.
From the look of it, this seemed to be a rather fine ancient defensive treasure.
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. With a movement of his divine sense, a crisp, emerald-green jade flute appeared above his head.
This time, Xiao Kun's single eye went wide, his face filled with horror.
"Impossible! How can you have so many magic treasures? Who exactly are you?"
As everyone knew, whether Core Condensation cultivators or Witchers, under normal circumstances they could only possess one lifebound magic treasure. Apart from that, some immortal cultivators with profound