Several streaks of white, icy light wove together, and then those sword gleams vanished into nothingness. Moments ago, against Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, this divine ability had been incomparably sharp, but before Lin Xuan's ancient treasure, it could not withstand a single blow.
Sword Immortal Taibai was visibly moved. His ten fingers flicked in rapid succession, sending several sword gleams shooting out. Then, with a bang, they burst apart, turning into thousands upon thousands of threads that shot toward Lin Xuan.
Sword into Silk Technique!
Lin Xuan could not help feeling a bit of admiration for Sword Immortal Taibai. He had once seen this kind of spell in ancient records. Its power was incomparable, but it was also extremely difficult to cultivate. Usually, those who practiced it were old monsters of the Nascent Soul Realm; among Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, not even one in ten thousand knew it.
Fortunately, what his opponent had turned into threads was merely sword light. If he could cultivate his natal flying sword to such a level, then Lin Xuan would have no choice but to flee in defeat.
Green radiance surged all over his body. He rubbed his hands together, and a shield the size of a palm flew up.
Its design was ancient and simple, red light flickering over it. Even stranger was the fact that countless golden runes flowed ceaselessly across its surface.
After spinning with a whir, the shield transformed to several zhang in size and blocked in front of Lin Xuan.
A chaotic series of clangs rang out. The threads formed from sword light had already shot onto it. Though the ancient shield was battered until it trembled wildly, its defense remained as solid as an iron wall.
Sword Immortal Taibai's expression turned ugly. With a sweep of the sleeve