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第二百三十七章 子母剑

The Luo brothers were shocked, but their experience in facing enemies was extensive. As the attacks approached with a fierce whistling sound, Brother Luo Tung's face showed a hint of grimness. He clasped his hands together and muttered something under his breath, causing his body to glow as if it were inflating like a balloon.

He shielded his younger brother behind him.

Moreover, there was a layer of white protective barrier around his body, flickering with light, quite impressive. It seemed different from the Qi Shield, and he wasn't sure what high-level defensive technique this was.

In an instant, the ice needles had arrived before them. Continuous impacts sounded like raindrops, bursting in the air. The white light shield flickered but didn’t crumble as easily as a mountain; it was clear that the Ice Needle Technique couldn’t break through it either.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly. Although he hadn't expected such a trivial spell to be effective, the ease with which his opponents handled their attacks made him more cautious.

A hero without fear in his name, the Luo brothers indeed lived up to their reputation.

Luo Tung's expression remained grim as he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of essence energy. This essence energy transformed into a cold current that met the Firebird Technique head-on.

Popping sounds echoed as the cold clashed with heat. Although the Firebird Technique ultimately prevailed, its power was weakened by the cold current, easily blocked by the light shield.

Lin Xuan's expression grew colder.

But then, the dozens of stone columns whistled through the air.

Rumble!

The sound seemed like a giant god striking a war drum. Each of the Five Elements Techniques had unique effects and uses. The Ice Needle Technique was better for stealth attacks, while the technique that turned stones into pillars was more suited for direct assaults.

After a loud thud, the light shield flickered like a candle in the wind before finally breaking apart.

However, Luo Tung showed no signs of panic; it seemed he had anticipated this scenario.

He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. His already inflated body swelled even more.

Puff! The sound was muffled as the two sharp stone columns not only failed to pierce their opponent but bounced back instead.

They tumbled, landing on the ground with dust flying everywhere.

"What...?"

Lin Xuan had seen many things in his travels, but this scene left him speechless. Although cultivation techniques were vast and varied, he hadn’t encountered such an unusual spell before.

After all, cultivators weren't deities; even after undergoing Essence Cleansing, their bodies remained mortal.

Being able to withstand high-level spells was truly impressive.

But Lin Xuan was merely surprised. The attacks earlier had been just a test.

A look of determination flashed across his face as he prepared to summon his spiritual artifact. But before he could do so, Luo Biao, who had been hiding behind his brother, took the initiative.

He extended his withered left hand and grabbed something from his chest, revealing a colorful array of talismans.

"What...?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback. He always freely used paper talismans when fighting others but hadn’t expected to encounter such a wealthy cultivator today.

Boom!

Flames flickered as dozens of talismans were simultaneously cast. Since the seals inside contained only middle-grade spells, Lin Xuan wasn't overly concerned.

He tapped his storage bracelet, and a white light flew out—a small shield about the size of his palm.

Lin Xuan extended his right hand and infused it with essence energy; the shield rapidly expanded to over a dozen feet in diameter, shielding his entire body.

In an instant,

dozens of spells struck the shield. But it merely trembled slightly—this was the defensive power of a top-grade spiritual artifact.

Lin Xuan knew this well enough that he didn't stop there. With his divine sense, Wu Gou flew out and circled above him.

Luo Biao grunted and exchanged glances with his brother. This opponent not only had formidable strength but also possessed numerous treasures. It seemed they were facing a formidable adversary today.

But neither of them showed any signs of worry. Having been in the cultivation world for over a century, they had experienced countless battles; this young man couldn't possibly upset their plans.

Luo Biao raised his hand, and a layer of grayish light enveloped him as he gestured in mid-air. Seven flying swords appeared out of thin air.

Apart from the three-foot-long green blade in his hand, the other six circled around him slowly.

"Mother-and-child swords?"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly. Such a set of spiritual artifacts was rare in the cultivation world.

A mother-and-child set had a main and subordinate piece; no matter how many pieces were involved, as long as one controlled the main artifact with their divine sense, the other sub-artifacts could be manipulated at will—quite convenient indeed.

Moreover, it would be wrong to underestimate these sub-artifacts. A single piece was nearly on par with ordinary artifacts of the same grade.

In other words, the seven mother-and-child swords were equivalent to using seven spiritual artifacts simultaneously, their power being astonishing.

Of course, this came with a downside: such sets were extremely difficult to forge, and the higher the grade, the greater the failure rate.

Generally, middle-grade or lower-grade sets were more common. A top-grade set would make cultivators drool in desire, but Luo Biao's three-foot-long green blade shone with cold light and exuded divine aura—rarely seen as a top-grade treasure.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but look at it with new eyes. If this belonged to someone like the Extreme Demon Sovereign or an old monster of the Core Formation stage, it would be understandable. But according to Lin Xuan's knowledge, the Luo brothers, despite their great reputation, were wandering cultivators. Where did they get such a treasure?

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