Although Lu Xiaotian was surprised, he was not particularly flustered. The horse-faced cultivator before him indeed had a deadly move, but in close combat, even if his opponent was at the late Golden Core stage, Lu Xiaotian was confident he could fight him. Besides, this horse-faced cultivator's cultivation seemed to be slightly inferior to his.
A flash of silver-gray light burst from his chest, and a piece of armor emerged from within his body, covering his chest tightly.
Clink, clink! Two crisp sounds rang out. The ice-blue needles, as fine as ox hairs, struck an iron plate and bounced back.
"What is this magical artifact!" Seeing the silver armor floating out of Lu Xiaotian's body and finding that his sure-kill attack had actually missed, the horse-faced cultivator was horrified. Sensing that something was wrong, he tried to withdraw.
But just then, strands of cyan flame flowed from the black-clad man's palm like a trickling stream. The pain that pierced straight into his soul made the horse-faced cultivator cry out. He swiped his left palm across his chest, and a several-foot-thick ice armor blocked the cyan flames. He had already retreated several feet away. He repeatedly waved his right palm, only to discover that the cyan flames clung to him like maggots gnawing at the bones, impossible to shake off. The horse-faced cultivator hurriedly circulated a large amount of magical power, forcing the cyan flames clinging to his right hand out.
However, the cyan flames followed him like his own shadow. A large mass of them climbed onto the ice armor, and in the blink of an eye, the armor shattered into pieces. Under Lu Xiaotian's control, the remaining cyan flames transformed into several fire lotuses, blocking the horse-faced cultivator from several different directions.
At this moment, Cao Kun, who had