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第一千六百六十六章 林轩的连环绝招

Several dozen talismans and incantations, while insufficient to completely eliminate a玄期 cultivator, could still buy some time.

The situation suddenly changed in the storage area. The Daoist elder做梦 never expected that Lin Xuan, who was as timid as a mouse, had been feigning engagement with him all along.

Ice arrows and thunder flames had already enveloped him. Once he lost the initiative, the old monster could only desperately defend himself; there would be no time for anything else.

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, releasing dozens of sword qi that swam out like fish in water. As they caught the breeze, their light intensified, and they rained down like a storm, targeting the opponent with relentless attacks.

Explosive sounds echoed, but these were merely appetizers.

With a mental command, Lin Xuan revealed the Hundred Spirit Bell.

The bell emitted an eerie glow as cacophonous noises filled his ears. Gray-white three-eyed crows flew out. Their wings flashed, producing wind blades a foot long, each surface wrapped in grayish white electric arcs—clearly different from ordinary wind blade techniques.

However, this was far from over. The third eyes on the crows' foreheads began to protrude, filled with bloodstains.

Whoosh…

Blood-red light columns, as thick as an arm, streaked across the sky, carrying a faint flow of dead qi. They left ripples in the air when they pierced the heavens, creating quite a spectacle.

The Daoist elder was no easy opponent; he was indeed a formidable old monster at the玄期 stage. Initially caught off guard, he had managed to turn the tide in just an instant.

With a flick of his sleeve, a fierce wind blew past, accompanied by strange thick fog that scattered the ice arrows and thunder flames like chaff in the wind.

As for the sword qi, it was more than sufficient to destroy an婴期 cultivator but seemed too thin against him. It too was blown away by the strong wind.

The elder's face darkened with anger; this reckless little thing dared to toy with him. He would make sure he knew that there were no second chances in this world.

With a fierce thought, he prepared to counterattack.

This was the gap between their cultivation stages—Lin Xuan had feigned engagement and spent so much effort just for a bit of time.

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan's combat experience was vast. He could not have anticipated such a scenario. The three-eyed crows were summoned not to defeat him but to buy more time.

The Daoist elder wanted to counterattack, but it was wishful thinking. Although he had managed to fend off Lin Xuan's initial attacks, the wind blades and light columns were now closing in. His face showed a hint of anger; though unwilling, he continued his defense.

Raising his right hand, he sucked surrounding primordial qi into his palm at an incredible speed.

A translucent shield appeared before his eyes—purely composed of primordial qi, enough to withstand the attacks of a合期 cultivator. With this protection, he could counterattack with confidence.

Unfortunately for him, Lin Xuan had already taken the lead.

As the three-eyed crows attacked, he gripped the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring in his hand and poured his mana into it like a flood. The ring emitted intense light, radiating malevolent energy as ice serpents and fire dragons appeared before him, circling and dancing, their roars echoing.

But this was far from over. With Lin Xuan's rapid hand movements, the serpents and dragons transformed into seven each, maintaining their oppressive presence. They soon covered half of the sky.

The old monster's pupils constricted; he showed a rare look of seriousness on his face.

"Even if you're at the玄期 stage, try my Hundred Dragon Fang!"

Lin Xuan roared loudly, his hand gestures like butterflies weaving through the air. Countless ice serpents and fire dragons simultaneously roared, lunging towards their target with fangs bared.

The Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring was somewhat underwhelming, but Lin Xuan had full confidence in Hundred Dragon Fang's power. Even a玄期 cultivator would be severely injured if hit directly.

"Ah!"

The Daoist elder shouted as the hundred dragons approached him. He barely had time to raise any defensive talismans.

In panic, he raised both hands and extended them forward, continuing to pour primordial qi into his spirit shield. Despite this, his face showed no fear; he remained confident.

Terrifying dragon roars filled his ears as the old monster was swallowed by the hundred dragons. However, the light burst and explosive sounds continued, even Hundred Dragon Fang struggled to break through his mana defenses.

Unfortunately for Lin Xuan, he had more tricks up his sleeve.

The Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring returned to his sleeve; he paid no attention to its outcome, time was precious.

Flicking his sleeve again, a sword a foot long flew out. Cracks covered its surface, but it had an ancient and simple design. Lin Xuan grasped the sword, pouring mana into it like a tidal wave. An icy chill emanated from the blade's surface as silver light burst forth. His right hand was soon wrapped in fine scales, with surrounding primordial qi flowing in.

"Ho!"

Lin Xuan let out a roar, and a majestic sword qi appeared, converging to form a creature with the head of a dragon and the body of a horse, wings on its back, and silver scales shimmering like glass.

Qilin!

This was one of the divine beasts in the spirit realm, renowned alongside phoenixes. After advancing to the合期 stage, even the power of a supreme treasure had greatly increased.

The Qilin opened its blood-red mouth, charging with overwhelming might towards the opponent. From several dozen feet away, the Daoist elder's shocked and angry roar echoed, never having imagined that an ordinary合期 cultivator could have such techniques.

If it were a combat situation, he would easily dodge or counter with his treasure. However, now he had to face this head-on...

His face showed fear, but facing the hundred dragons, all his strength was used up; there was no room for other treasures.

One misstep and a thousand years of regret, turning back was already too late. Regret filled his heart, but he could only grit his teeth and endure.

The Qilin followed the hundred dragons, colliding with them fiercely.

Lin Xuan's demeanor also showed some weariness; he had been attacking at full strength, expending much mana. However, there was no sign of retreat on his face.

This situation was hard-won, and he could not give the opponent any chance to turn things around. He raised his hand high, ready for a final true spirit strike!

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