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第一千六百三十八章 剑阵与幻阵

Chapter 1638: Sword Array and Illusionary Array

Regardless of what was in their hearts, Lin Xuan and his companions showed no fear. In just a few breaths, the five Li Family cultivation experts at the Separation Stage arrived beside them.

Leading the group was a bald man with a muscular build, a fierce expression, and towering stature—his appearance was extremely intimidating. The other four were elderly men dressed in red, yellow, blue, and white robes, their appearances somewhat similar, suggesting they likely shared close blood ties even if not brothers.

The bald man was at the middle stage of Separation, while the others were at the early stage.

Their eyes swept over the surroundings; everything lay in ruins. Not only had the pavilions been reduced to rubble, but nearby disciples had perished without a trace. Their faces showed intense grief and anger.

"Ha ha."

The bald man's expression was terrifying as he laughed in fury. "You actually dared to massacre our Li Family cultivators! All of you will die!"

Before his words were finished, the sound of cracking bones filled their ears. His height suddenly increased, and the muscles in his right hand bulged out dramatically. The sheer force seemed like it would tear through his arm.

"Roar!"

The bald man roared into the sky, sounding like a thunderbolt from the heavens. He then took a step to the left and delivered a powerful punch towards their enemies.

The impact was formidable. It turned out that Jin Yi, the reckless fellow, was the first to face this challenge.

"Haha."

Jin Yi showed no fear; instead, he looked excited. His love for combat was well-known. It seemed his opponent was also a Physical Cultivator—this would be interesting.

With a glint in his eyes, Jin Yi threw another punch...

Silent but powerful, an immense aura rose and shot towards the enemy.

No dazzling light showed, but two invisible objects collided in mid-air, creating a dense series of popping sounds. A strong gale arose, sweeping across the land, which was already in disarray.

Both parties took a step back.

This encounter ended without a clear victor.

The others were not idle either. The four elderly men, each dressed in different colors, summoned their flying swords.

Instead of attacking individually, they stood together as if huddled for warmth.

Four flying swords circled around them, creating a torrential flow of sword light that quickly coalesced into a powerful stream.

"Sword Array."

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. The others were also well-versed; their expressions turned grim at the sight.

These five individuals dared to fly here after seeing their companions annihilated—surely they had some backing.

However, this was not yet over. The white-robed elder suddenly took out a talisman from his chest. The surface of the talisman was inscribed with intricate runes that seemed beyond comprehension.

Clearly non-trivial, it was no ordinary object.

Fisheye I Blue's brows rose slightly. Though he held himself in high regard, there was no need to wait for the other party to complete their spell—overconfidence could lead to disaster.

"Quickly."

He pointed a finger forward and tightly gripped his folding fan with his left hand, swinging it downward.

A white whirlwind appeared, which then dissipated into hundreds of wind blades. Each blade was larger than a foot in diameter, piercing towards the enemy with a sharp crack.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; this power was formidable indeed. Fisheye I Blue seemed slightly stronger than he had anticipated.

However, the four elderly men did not dodge or show any fear. They did not even deploy any defensive artifacts.

This was strange—did they really have full confidence in that so-called sword array?

Just as Lin Xuan pondered this, the white-robed elder released his talisman.

Instantly, a blinding white light emerged, and eerie spiritual waves spread out from the four of them toward all directions.

The surroundings blurred before everything became indistinct. A sense of dizziness even surfaced in his mind.

"What..."

Lin Xuan was greatly surprised. He took a deep breath as his essence force circulated through his meridians; the discomfort vanished abruptly.

Looking ahead, Lin Xuan saw that he was now in an icy and snowy void.

"This... is an array talisman, and it contains illusionary techniques. This is interesting." Lin Xuan murmured to himself, but his voice was so low only he could hear.

Fortunately, though trapped in the illusionary array, they were not separated from their companions. Jin Hong Master, Fisheye I Blue, and Fairy Mingquan stood together with him.

However, Jin Yi was an exception; sounds of explosions filled the air as he engaged in close combat with the bald man, exchanging blows fiercely.

The four elderly men had also vanished without a trace, clearly hidden within the illusionary array, waiting for their moment to strike.

"Om." A Buddhist chant echoed. Jin Hong Master's body was enveloped in yellow light and ascended slowly.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and activated both of his secret spiritual eyes; he did not want to be ambushed.

Fisheye I Blue and Fairy Mingquan also wore wary expressions, knowing that the enemy would not be easily handled. Better safe than sorry—this time they could not afford to be careless.

Lin Xuan looked up as snowflakes fell like goose feathers, indistinguishable from real ones under his secret spiritual eyes.

Unfortunately, while Lin Xuan could discern parts of the illusion, it was only partial. The entire array remained a mystery to him.

Of course, if he wished to reveal his true strength, Lin Xuan could break this array. His storage bag contained specialized tools for breaking arrays; though mysterious, this one was merely an array talisman—could it really match the supreme arrays of Penglai Mountain?

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Xuan suddenly felt a chill and vanished from sight.

Puff... puff...

The sound of swords piercing the air echoed as several sword rays passed where Lin Xuan had stood, all missing their targets.

Meanwhile, the other three were also attacked. Unlike Lin Xuan, who possessed secret spiritual eyes, they fared slightly worse but managed to fend off the attacks with their own secret techniques.

However, such passivity was not sustainable.

"Om. Let this old monk try out this so-called illusionary technique."

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