nà luó biāo jì chū zi mǔ jiàn hòu ， liǎn shàng shǎn guò yī sī yīn lì zhī sè ， shuāng shǒu rú chuān huā hú dié bān shàng xià fēi wǔ ， qī cǎi guāng máng shǎn shuò ， shù dào fǎ jué fēn bié mò rù dào le sì zhōu de zi jiàn zhī zhōng 。
那罗彪祭出子母剑后，脸上闪过一丝阴厉之色，双手如穿花蝴蝶般上下飞舞，七彩光芒闪烁，数道法诀分别没入到了四周的子剑之中。
Ro Biao, after summoning the mother and child swords, flashed a sinister expression. His hands moved like butterflies, casting seven-colored light as several spells were infused into the surrounding child swords.
yī gǔ yīn hán de líng lì zài kōng jiān dàng kāi ， nà liù bǐng zi jiàn xuán zhuǎn de sù dù zhòu rán jiā kuài ， bìng qiě cóng jiàn shēn chù fàng shè chū yī piàn lán méng méng de shuǐ wù chū lái 。
一股阴寒的灵力在空间荡开，那六柄子剑旋转的速度骤然加快，并且从剑身处放射出一片蓝蒙蒙的水雾出来。
A chill of阴寒 energy spread through the space. The six child swords suddenly accelerated in their rotation, emitting a blue mist from their blades.
hōng de yī shēng ， nà shuǐ huā bào kāi ， huà wèi le yī gǔ shù zhàng cū xì ， xuán zhuǎn bù tíng de lóng juǎn jù fēng ， lǐ miàn shuǐ huā yǒng dòng ， kàn shàng qù ， shēng shì gèng shì hài rén yǐ jí 。
轰的一声，那水花爆开，化为了一股数丈粗细，旋转不停的龙卷飓风，里面水花涌动，看上去，声势更是骇人以极。
With a loud boom, the water droplets exploded, transforming into a whirling hurricane over ten feet wide. The swirling waters within seemed even more terrifying.
lín xuān méi yǔ jiān de yīn mái yuè jiā nóng zhòng ， méi xiǎng dào zhè zi mǔ jiàn hái fù dài yǒu shuǐ shǔ xìng de gōng jī ， dāng xià tā bù zài chí yí ， shēn chū shí mǔ liǎng zhǐ ， chōng zhe tóu dǐng pán xuán de wú gōu kuáng diǎn le liǎng xià 。
林轩眉宇间的阴霾越加浓重，没想到这子母剑还附带有水属性的攻击，当下他不再迟疑，伸出食拇两指，冲着头顶盘旋的吴钩狂点了两下。
Lin Xuan's brows deepened with worry. He hadn't expected these mother and child swords to have an aquatic attribute attack. Without hesitation, he extended his thumb and index finger, tapping them rapidly at the Wu Gou above him.
bàn suí zhe lóng míng bān de shēng yīn ， nà wú gōu zài kōng zhōng jǐ xià niǔ dòng ， tǐ xíng kuáng zhǎng ， jī hū zhǎ yǎn jiān ， jiù huà wèi le yī tóu xióng xióng rán shāo de jù lóng 。
伴随着龙鸣般的声音，那吴钩在空中几下扭动，体型狂涨，几乎眨眼间，就化为了一头熊熊燃烧的巨龙。
A dragon-like roar echoed as the Wu Gou twisted in mid-air, its size expanding dramatically. In a blink of an eye, it transformed into a blazing dragon.
huà xíng shù ？
化形术？
Transformation Technique?
luó biāo de liǎn shàng shǎn guò yī sī hài rán ， suí jí yáo le yáo tóu ， bú duì ， nà shì níng dān qī gāo shǒu cái yōng yǒu de shén tōng 。
罗彪的脸上闪过一丝骇然，随即摇了摇头，不对，那是凝丹期高手才拥有的神通。
Ro Biao's face showed shock before he shook his head. No, that was a power reserved for condensation core stage experts.
ér lín xuān dāng rán bú huì zhǐ yǒu zhè ge dòng zuò ， lìng yī zhī shǒu zài chǔ wù dài shàng yī pāi ， jīn guāng shǎn shǎn ， yī kuài bǎn zhuān mú yàng de líng qì bèi tā qǔ le chū lái 。
而林轩当然不会只有这个动作，另一只手在储物袋上一拍，金光闪闪，一块板砖模样的灵器被他取了出来。
But Lin Xuan wasn't just showing off with the Wu Gou. He tapped his storage pouch, and golden light flashed as a brick-shaped spiritual artifact appeared in his hand.
rán hòu lín xuān háo bù chí yí de jiāng líng lì zhù rù ， nà bǎn zhuān gèng shì xùn sù biàn dà biàn zhǎng ， jīng rén de wēi shì ， chōng tiān ér qǐ ， yī kàn jiù jù yǒu mò dà de wēi lì 。
然后林轩毫不迟疑的将灵力注入，那板砖更是迅速变大变长，惊人的威势，冲天而起，一看就具有莫大的威力。
Lin Xuan injected essence qi into it without hesitation; the brick rapidly grew larger and longer, exuding an intimidating presence that rose towards the heavens.
gāng gāng jiāng liǎng jiàn líng qì qǐ dòng ， ěr biān jiù chuán lái le wū wū de shēng xiǎng ， lín xuān chī le yī jīng ， tái qǐ tóu lái ， zhǐ jiàn nà lóng juǎn jù fēng yǐ jīng hū xiào zhe xiàng zì jǐ shā le guò lái 。
刚刚将两件灵器启动，耳边就传来了呜呜的声响，林轩吃了一惊，抬起头来，只见那龙卷飓风已经呼啸着像自己杀了过来。
Just as he activated two spiritual artifacts, a whistling sound reached his ears. Lin Xuan was startled, lifting his head to see the hurricane approaching him.
suī rán cǐ zhāo de shēng shì jīng rén yǐ jí ， dàn lín xuān de liǎn shàng què méi yǒu sī háo dì wèi jù ， shén sè cóng róng de chōng zhe zài tóu dǐng pán xuán de jù lóng yì diǎn zhǐ 。 kǒu zhōng qīng chì yī shēng ：“ qù ！”
虽然此招的声势惊人以极，但林轩的脸上却没有丝毫地畏惧，神色从容的冲着在头顶盘旋的巨龙一点指。口中轻叱一声：“去！”
Despite its terrifying appearance, Lin Xuan showed no fear. He pointed at the dragon above and commanded: "Go!"
dùn shí nà huǒ lóng hū xiào zhe yíng xiàng le lóng juǎn jù fēng 。
顿时那火龙呼啸着迎像了龙卷飓风。
The fire dragon rushed towards the hurricane. Upon contact, water and fire clashed, creating a thick cloud of steam that obscured their vision. This didn't bother Lin Xuan; his spiritual eyes easily pierced through such obstacles.
pú yī jiē chù ， shuǐ huǒ xiāng jī ， tiān kōng zhī zhōng jiù mào chū liǎo wú shù de zhēng qì ， bái méng méng yī piàn ， sān rén de shēn xíng dōu biàn dé mó hú qǐ lái ， dāng rán ， zhè duì xiū zhēn zhě lái shuō bù suàn shén me ， líng yǎn shù néng gòu qīng yì chuān tòu zhè diǎn zhàng ài ！
蒲一接触，水火相激，天空之中就冒出了无数的蒸汽，白蒙蒙一片，三人的身形都变得模糊起来，当然，这对修真者来说不算什么，灵眼术能够轻易穿透这点障碍！
The fire dragon dived into the hurricane, with the clash of water and fire producing metallic ringing sounds inside.
wú gōu huàn huà chū lái de huǒ lóng yī tóu zhā jìn le lóng juǎn jù fēng 。 chú le shuǐ huǒ jiāo fēng ， lǐ miàn hái yǐn yǐn chuán lái le jīn tiě jiāo míng zhī shēng 。
吴钩幻化出来的火龙一头扎进了龙卷飓风。除了水火交锋，里面还隐隐传来了金铁交鸣之声。
The surrounding essence qi began to ripple violently.
sì zhōu de líng qì bō dòng ， yě biàn dé yì cháng jù liè le qǐ lái 。
四周的灵气波动，也变得异常剧烈了起来。
Lin Xuan's expression remained calm, but he sighed inwardly. The Wu Gou was clearly inferior compared to Ro Biao’s mother and child swords.
kàn zhuó yǎn qián de yí mù ， lín xuān biǎo qíng dàn rán ， rán ér xīn lǐ què tàn le kǒu qì ， wú gōu yǔ duì fāng dì zi mǔ jiàn xiāng bǐ ， què shí bú shì yí gè děng jí 。
看着眼前的一幕，林轩表情淡然，然而心里却叹了口气，吴钩与对方地子母剑相比，确实不是一个等级。
Although both were top-grade spiritual artifacts, a set had greater power overall.
suī rán tóng wèi jí pǐn líng qì ， dàn chéng tào de ， wēi lì què shí yào dà shàng yī xiē 。
虽然同为极品灵器，但成套的，威力确实要大上一些。
On the surface, it seemed evenly matched, but Lin Xuan was merely testing his opponent.
biǎo miàn shàng shì jūn lì dí 。 dàn wú gōu bù guò shì kǔ kǔ zhī chēng ér yǐ 。
表面上势均力敌。但吴钩不过是苦苦支撑而已。
A strange electric arc radiated from the golden brick as it shot towards Ro Biao. However, he ignored it completely.
dàn lín xuān kě méi yǒu rèn hé huāng zhāng de yì si ， zhè jǐn jǐn shì zì jǐ chǔ wù dài zhōng de bǎo wù zhī yī 。
但林轩可没有任何慌张的意思，这仅仅是自己储物袋中的宝物之一。
Lin Xuan was initially startled before his expression turned thoughtful. He glanced at a nearby fat cultivator.
shén niàn dòng chù ， nà jīn sè jù zhuān de biǎo miàn ， fàng shè chū yī dào dào guǐ yì de diàn hú ， hū xiào zhuó xiǎng duì fāng shā guò qù le 。
神念动处，那金色巨砖的表面，放射出一道道诡异的电弧，呼啸着想对方杀过去了。
As expected, Ro Biao smiled and tapped his storage pouch, summoning a silver arm.
rán ér ná luó biāo què shì ér bù jiàn ， bù zuò rèn hé dā lǐ 。
然而拿罗彪却视而不见，不做任何搭理。
This spiritual artifact looked peculiar but was incredibly effective, easily supporting the golden brick with one hand.
lín xuān xiān shì yī jīng ， suí jí liǎn shàng lù chū ruò yǒu suǒ sī de biǎo qíng 。 zhuǎn guò tóu qù ， wàng le páng biān de ǎi pàng xiū shì yī yǎn 。
林轩先是一惊，随即脸上露出若有所思的表情。转过头去，望了旁边的矮胖修士一眼。
Single-handed Heaven!
bù chū suǒ liào ， nà luó tǒng guǒ rán xiào xī xī de zài chǔ wù dài shàng yī pāi ， yī zhī yín guāng shǎn shǎn dì shǒu bì bèi tā jì le qǐ lái 。
不出所料，那罗桶果然笑嘻嘻的在储物袋上一拍，一只银光闪闪地手臂被他祭了起来。
It was also well-known for its ability to withstand heavy attacks from various top-grade spiritual artifacts. However, it had no other special abilities, making it both useful and useless.
zhè líng qì de mú yàng shèn shì gǔ guài ， kě què xiào yòng fēi fán ， qīng ér yì jǔ de jiù tuō zhù le nà jīn zhuān 。
这灵器的模样甚是古怪，可却效用非凡，轻而易举的就托住了那金砖。
Ro Biao’s hand reached into his storage pouch again, pulling out a throwing dart.
dān shǒu tuō tiān ！
单手托天！
Lin Xuan's eyes lit up; indeed, as he expected, the brothers were dividing their roles— one for offense, one for defense. Their combined power was formidable.
yě shì yī bǐ jiào chū míng de líng qì 。
也是一比较出名的灵器。
Their meticulous planning and extensive combat experience made them nearly impenetrable opponents. Not only did they have numerous powerful treasures, but none of them seemed like ordinary scattered cultivators.
zhè dōng xī jī hū kě yǐ qīng yì jiē xià jīn zhuān ， fān tiān yìn 。 tiě tǎ děng jī hū suǒ yǒu zhòng xíng líng qì de gōng jī ， dàn chú cǐ yǐ wài ， què méi yǒu qí tā de shén tōng miào yòng ， yīn cǐ jì kě yǐ shuō hěn yǒu yòng ， yě kě yǐ shuō hěn lā jī 。
这东西几乎可以轻易接下金砖，翻天印。铁塔等几乎所有重型灵器的攻击，但除此以外，却没有其他的神通妙用，因此既可以说很有用，也可以说很垃圾。
It would be difficult to defeat both without going all out.
ér zhè shí ， luó biāo de shǒu yòu yī cì shēn xiàng le chǔ wù dài ， qǔ chū le yī zhī fēi biāo lái 。
而这时，罗彪的手又一次伸向了储物袋，取出了一支飞镖来。
Lin Xuan fell silent before his body was enveloped in black light. His presence became eerie as he took out the Hundred Souls Banner from his hand.
lín xuān yǎn zhōng shàng guò yī sī yì cǎi ， guǒ rán bù chū zì jǐ suǒ liào ， zhè xiōng dì liǎ yī rén zhǔ gōng 。 yī rén zhǔ fáng ， fēn gōng míng què ， wēi lì fēi fán 。
林轩眼中上过一丝异彩，果然不出自己所料，这兄弟俩一人主攻。一人主防，分工明确，威力非凡。
In front of him, a mournful sound echoed as the fire dragon returned to its original form. The two Wu Gou flew back to Lin Xuan's side, severely damaged and their essence qi greatly reduced—clear signs of heavy injuries.
yóu qí nán chán dì shì ， liǎng rén xīn sī xì nì ， yǔ rén dòu fǎ de jīng yàn fēng fù wú bǐ ， zhè yàng de duì shǒu ， jī hū bù huì liú xià shén me kòng xì 。
尤其难缠地是，两人心思细腻，与人斗法的经验丰富无比，这样的对手，几乎不会留下什么空隙。
Ro Biao had intended to finish off this young man with one swift strike but something about Lin Xuan always made him feel threatened.
ér qiě liǎng rén bù jǐn bǎo wù jí duō ， měi yī yàng dōu hái wēi lì fēi fán ， yì diǎn yě méi yǒu pǔ tōng sàn xiū de qióng suān 。
而且两人不仅宝物极多，每一样都还威力非凡，一点也没有普通散修的穷酸。
Logically, it shouldn't be possible. Although the youth was powerful and at late-stage foundation gathering, he was just a single person, unseasoned and inexperienced. From any angle, he posed no real threat to his brothers.
kàn lái bù dòng zhēn gé 。 shì hěn nán jī shā liǎng rén le 。
看来不动真格。是很难击杀两人了。
However, Ro Biao trusted his instincts. They had started as scattered cultivators but later obtained top-grade cultivation techniques through fortunate circumstances. After years of battling in the harsh world, their instincts were invaluable.
lín xuān mò rán le yī xià 。 tū rán hún shēn hēi máng yī shǎn ， zhěng gè rén biàn dé yīn sēn guǐ yì qǐ lái 。 tóng shí shǒu zhǎng yī fān ， yǐ jiāng bǎi hún fān qǔ le chū lái 。
林轩默然了一下。突然浑身黑芒一闪，整个人变得阴森诡异起来。同时手掌一翻，已将百魂幡取了出来。
Ro Biao's eyes narrowed as he saw Lin Xuan. He began to chant, and the hurricane vanished. The water cloud mother and child swords reappeared before he let out a sharp cry, sending six child swords flying towards Lin Xuan.
ér zhè shí hòu ， qián fāng chuán lái yī zhèn āi míng zhī shēng ， nà huǒ lóng yǐ bèi dǎ huí le yuán xíng ， liǎng bǐng wú gōu fēi huí dào lín xuān de shēn qián ， shàng miàn shāng hén lěi lěi ， cán jì bān bān ， líng qì dà jiǎn ， yī kàn jiù shì shòu le zhòng chuāng de yàng zi 。
而这时候，前方传来一阵哀鸣之声，那火龙已被打回了原型，两柄吴钩飞回到林轩的身前，上面伤痕累累，残迹斑斑，灵气大减，一看就是受了重创的样子。
Though he didn't use other techniques, this attack was equivalent to combining the power of six top-grade spiritual artifacts. Ordinary late-stage foundation gathering cultivators would be overwhelmed, but not Lin Xuan.
yuán běn luó biāo xiǎng yào yī gǔ zuò qì ， gàn diào yǎn qián zhè ge xiǎo zi ， bù zhī dào wèi shén me ， lín xuān zǒng gěi tā yī zhǒng hěn wēi xiǎn de gǎn jué 。
原本罗彪想要一鼓作气，干掉眼前这个小子，不知道为什么，林轩总给他一种很危险的感觉。
The Wu Gou and golden brick had merely been probing; now, his True Scripture of Yin Magic revealed its true power. This was a technique from the Extreme Demon Sovereign, which even at late-stage foundation gathering could unleash several powerful spells.
àn lǐ shuō ， bù kě néng a ， suī rán zhè xiǎo zi xiū wèi bù ruò ， yě dào le zhù jī hòu qī ， kě bì jìng zhǐ yǒu qū qū yī rén ér yǐ ， ér qiě rǔ xiù wèi gān ， bù guǎn cóng nǎ ge fāng miàn kàn ， dōu bù kě néng gěi zì jǐ xiōng dì zào chéng wēi xié 。
按理说，不可能啊，虽然这小子修为不弱，也到了筑基后期，可毕竟只有区区一人而已，而且乳臭未干，不管从哪个方面看，都不可能给自己兄弟造成威胁。
Lin Xuan sneered as he infused all his essence qi into the demon banner, shaking it lightly.
rán ér luó biāo xiāng xìn zì jǐ dì zhí jué ， tā hé gē gē jǐn jǐn shì sàn xiū chū shēng ， hòu lái jī yuán qiǎo hé zhī xià ， dé dào le yī běn dǐng jiē gōng fǎ ， xiōng dì liǎng rén yì chéng yǐ hòu ， lián mèi chuǎng dàng tiān xià ， shēn jīng dà xiǎo shù shí zhàn ， cái yǒu le jīn tiān de míng tóu ， ér zài xīng fēng xuè yǔ zhōng ， tā suǒ duàn liàn chū lái de zhí jué ， fēi cháng yǒu yòng 。
然而罗彪相信自己地直觉，他和哥哥仅仅是散修出生，后来机缘巧合之下，得到了一本顶阶功法，兄弟两人艺成以后，联袂闯荡天下，身经大小数十战，才有了今天的名头，而在腥风血雨中，他所锻炼出来的直觉，非常有用。
Instantly, dark winds howled with eerie cries as ghostly mists poured out.
yuán běn zhèng xiǎng cuī dòng zi mǔ jiàn ， kě kàn jiàn cǐ shí de lín xuān ， tóng kǒng què wēi wēi de shōu suō le qǐ lái ， liǎn shàng de biǎo qíng shèn shì gǔ guài ， yǒu kǒng jù ， yǒu máng rán ， yǒu jīng hài ……
原本正想催动子母剑，可看见此时的林轩，瞳孔却微微的收缩了起来，脸上的表情甚是古怪，有恐惧，有茫然，有惊骇……
With an empty hand, Lin Xuan drew a few lines in mid-air and cast a spell.
dàn zuì duō de hái shì bù néng zhì xìn 。
但最多的还是不能置信。
The ghostly mists absorbed the essence qi, becoming pitch black. They transformed into several strands of silk over a foot wide and several feet long.
yǔ chū jiàn lín xuān shí de qíng jǐng bù tóng ， cǐ shí de shào nián ， hún shēn chōng mǎn le sēn sēn dì guǐ qì ， rú guǒ huàn yí gè xiū zhēn zhě ， yě xǔ zhǐ shì jīng yà ér yǐ ， bì jìng guǐ xiū shù liàng xī shǎo ， jiàn guò de rén jǐn jǐn shì fèng máo lín jiǎo ， kě wú qiǎo bù qiǎo ， luó shì shuāng shā zú jì biàn tiān xià ， piān piān shǔ yú jiàn duō shí guǎng de nà zhǒng ……
与初见林轩时的情景不同，此时的少年，浑身充满了森森地鬼气，如果换一个修真者，也许只是惊讶而已，毕竟鬼修数量稀少，见过的人仅仅是凤毛麟角，可无巧不巧，罗氏双煞足迹遍天下，偏偏属于见多识广的那种……
"Quick!"
liǎng xiōng dì róu le róu yǎn ， jī hū yǐ wéi zì jǐ kàn cuò ， gāng gāng ， lín xuān shǐ yòng de míng míng shì zhèng zōng de xuán mén dào fǎ ， kě xiàn zài ， què hún shēn yīn líng lì yǒng dòng 。
两兄弟揉了揉眼，几乎以为自己看错，刚刚，林轩使用的明明是正宗的玄门道法，可现在，却浑身阴灵力涌动。
Following Lin Xuan's command, these ghostly mists formed into strands that intercepted the flying swords.
yǒu méi yǒu gǎo cuò ！
有没有搞错！
They didn't clash head-on but used flexibility to wrap around the swords.
yào zhī dào ， yí gè rén xiǎng yào huò dé jù dà shén tōng ， yě què shí kě yǐ jiān xiū shù zhǒng gōng fǎ ， dàn yǒu yí gè qián tí ， suǒ xí gōng fǎ ， xiāng hù jiān jué bù néng yǒu chōng tū ， bì xū yào bǎo zhèng liǎng zhě jiān néng gòu hěn hǎo de jiān róng 。
要知道，一个人想要获得巨大神通，也确实可以兼修数种功法，但有一个前提，所习功法，相互间绝不能有冲突，必须要保证两者间能够很好的兼容。
The moment they touched, the swords slowed down, becoming difficult to control.
kě pǔ tōng de xiū zhēn zhě ， xī nà tiān dì jīng huá ， tǐ nèi suǒ chǎn shēng de ， míng míng jiù shì yáng líng lì ， ér guǐ xiū tǐ nèi suǒ yùn xíng de ， zé shì yīn líng lì 。
可普通的修真者，吸纳天地精华，体内所产生的，明明就是阳灵力，而鬼修体内所运行的，则是阴灵力。
Ro Biao’s eyes glinted with malice. Fortunately, his main spiritual artifact was still in hand. He grasped the three-foot-long sword and infused essence qi into it.
suī rán tóng shǔ tiān dì líng qì ， dàn liǎng zhě què shì rú shuǐ huǒ ， jué bù xiāng róng ， pèng zài yì qǐ ， jiù huì qǐ chōng tū 。
虽然同属天地灵气，但两者却势如水火，绝不相容，碰在一起，就会起冲突。
A clear sound echoed as the mother sword responded, resonating with the child swords. The combined light grew brighter as they cut through the black strands, continuing towards Lin Xuan.
cóng lái méi yǒu tīng shuō xiū zhēn zhě hái néng jiān xí guǐ dào shén tōng 。
从来没有听说修真者还能兼习鬼道神通。
However, this didn't last long. Ghostly mists poured out from the Hundred Souls Banner, constantly generating new strands…
nán dào shì zhàng yǎn fǎ ？
难道是障眼法？
Each time a flying sword was cut, more came to replace it. Soon, all six swords were wrapped in ghostly mists, struggling but unable to escape, turning into large black cocoons.
niàn jí zhì cǐ ， luó biāo bù zài yóu yù ， bù guǎn rú hé ， yě yào shì tàn yī xià ， cái zhī duì fāng dì gēn dǐ ， tā shēn chū kū zhǎo bān dì shuāng shǒu ， zài tiān kōng zhōng yī zhèn huī wǔ ， kǒu zhōng niàn niàn yǒu cí 。
念及至此，罗彪不再犹豫，不管如何，也要试探一下，才知对方地根底，他伸出枯爪般地双手，在天空中一阵挥舞，口中念念有词。
"How is this possible?" The brothers exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock, especially Ro Biao whose connection with his main spiritual artifact and child swords was severed.
“ cēng ” de yī shēng ， nà lóng juǎn jù fēng xiāo shī ， shuǐ yún zi mǔ jiàn chóng xīn xiàn chū le yuán xíng ， rán hòu tā kǒu zhōng jiān xiào yī shēng ， liù bǐng zi jiàn lián chéng yī piàn ， xiàng lín xuān fēi shè guò lái 。
“噌”的一声，那龙卷飓风消失，水云子母剑重新现出了原形，然后他口中尖啸一声，六柄子剑连成一片，像林轩飞射过来。
Lin Xuan reached out and gathered the six cocoons. He smiled calmly and said, "These swords are excellent; I’ll take them. May I also have your lives as a gift?"
Ro Biao, after summoning the mother and child swords, flashed a sinister expression. His hands moved like butterflies, casting seven-colored light as several spells were infused into the surrounding child swords.
A chill of阴寒 energy spread through the space. The six child swords suddenly accelerated in their rotation, emitting a blue mist from their blades.
With a loud boom, the water droplets exploded, transforming into a whirling hurricane over ten feet wide. The swirling waters within seemed even more terrifying.
Lin Xuan's brows deepened with worry. He hadn't expected these mother and child swords to have an aquatic attribute attack. Without hesitation, he extended his thumb and index finger, tapping them rapidly at the Wu Gou above him.
A dragon-like roar echoed as the Wu Gou twisted in mid-air, its size expanding dramatically. In a blink of an eye, it transformed into a blazing dragon.
Transformation Technique?
Ro Biao's face showed shock before he shook his head. No, that was a power reserved for condensation core stage experts.
But Lin Xuan wasn't just showing off with the Wu Gou. He tapped his storage pouch, and golden light flashed as a brick-shaped spiritual artifact appeared in his hand.
Lin Xuan injected essence qi into it without hesitation; the brick rapidly grew larger and longer, exuding an intimidating presence that rose towards the heavens.
Just as he activated two spiritual artifacts, a whistling sound reached his ears. Lin Xuan was startled, lifting his head to see the hurricane approaching him.
Despite its terrifying appearance, Lin Xuan showed no fear. He pointed at the dragon above and commanded: "Go!"
The fire dragon rushed towards the hurricane. Upon contact, water and fire clashed, creating a thick cloud of steam that obscured their vision. This didn't bother Lin Xuan; his spiritual eyes easily pierced through such obstacles.
The fire dragon dived into the hurricane, with the clash of water and fire producing metallic ringing sounds inside.
The surrounding essence qi began to ripple violently.
Lin Xuan's expression remained calm, but he sighed inwardly. The Wu Gou was clearly inferior compared to Ro Biao’s mother and child swords.
Although both were top-grade spiritual artifacts, a set had greater power overall.
On the surface, it seemed evenly matched, but Lin Xuan was merely testing his opponent.
A strange electric arc radiated from the golden brick as it shot towards Ro Biao. However, he ignored it completely.
Lin Xuan was initially startled before his expression turned thoughtful. He glanced at a nearby fat cultivator.
As expected, Ro Biao smiled and tapped his storage pouch, summoning a silver arm.
This spiritual artifact looked peculiar but was incredibly effective, easily supporting the golden brick with one hand.
Single-handed Heaven!
It was also well-known for its ability to withstand heavy attacks from various top-grade spiritual artifacts. However, it had no other special abilities, making it both useful and useless.
Ro Biao’s hand reached into his storage pouch again, pulling out a throwing dart.
Lin Xuan's eyes lit up; indeed, as he expected, the brothers were dividing their roles— one for offense, one for defense. Their combined power was formidable.
Their meticulous planning and extensive combat experience made them nearly impenetrable opponents. Not only did they have numerous powerful treasures, but none of them seemed like ordinary scattered cultivators.
It would be difficult to defeat both without going all out.
Lin Xuan fell silent before his body was enveloped in black light. His presence became eerie as he took out the Hundred Souls Banner from his hand.
In front of him, a mournful sound echoed as the fire dragon returned to its original form. The two Wu Gou flew back to Lin Xuan's side, severely damaged and their essence qi greatly reduced—clear signs of heavy injuries.
Ro Biao had intended to finish off this young man with one swift strike but something about Lin Xuan always made him feel threatened.
Logically, it shouldn't be possible. Although the youth was powerful and at late-stage foundation gathering, he was just a single person, unseasoned and inexperienced. From any angle, he posed no real threat to his brothers.
However, Ro Biao trusted his instincts. They had started as scattered cultivators but later obtained top-grade cultivation techniques through fortunate circumstances. After years of battling in the harsh world, their instincts were invaluable.
Ro Biao's eyes narrowed as he saw Lin Xuan. He began to chant, and the hurricane vanished. The water cloud mother and child swords reappeared before he let out a sharp cry, sending six child swords flying towards Lin Xuan.
Though he didn't use other techniques, this attack was equivalent to combining the power of six top-grade spiritual artifacts. Ordinary late-stage foundation gathering cultivators would be overwhelmed, but not Lin Xuan.
The Wu Gou and golden brick had merely been probing; now, his True Scripture of Yin Magic revealed its true power. This was a technique from the Extreme Demon Sovereign, which even at late-stage foundation gathering could unleash several powerful spells.
Lin Xuan sneered as he infused all his essence qi into the demon banner, shaking it lightly.
Instantly, dark winds howled with eerie cries as ghostly mists poured out.
With an empty hand, Lin Xuan drew a few lines in mid-air and cast a spell.
The ghostly mists absorbed the essence qi, becoming pitch black. They transformed into several strands of silk over a foot wide and several feet long.
"Quick!"
Following Lin Xuan's command, these ghostly mists formed into strands that intercepted the flying swords.
They didn't clash head-on but used flexibility to wrap around the swords.
The moment they touched, the swords slowed down, becoming difficult to control.
Ro Biao’s eyes glinted with malice. Fortunately, his main spiritual artifact was still in hand. He grasped the three-foot-long sword and infused essence qi into it.
A clear sound echoed as the mother sword responded, resonating with the child swords. The combined light grew brighter as they cut through the black strands, continuing towards Lin Xuan.
However, this didn't last long. Ghostly mists poured out from the Hundred Souls Banner, constantly generating new strands…
Each time a flying sword was cut, more came to replace it. Soon, all six swords were wrapped in ghostly mists, struggling but unable to escape, turning into large black cocoons.
"How is this possible?" The brothers exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock, especially Ro Biao whose connection with his main spiritual artifact and child swords was severed.
Lin Xuan reached out and gathered the six cocoons. He smiled calmly and said, "These swords are excellent; I’ll take them. May I also have your lives as a gift?"