Facing the overwhelming onslaught from the Xuanyin Taoist, Lin Xing gently pinched the Wind-Rolling Grass in his hand.
Rune after rune spread from his palm, quickly becoming dense and covering the entire Wind-Rolling Grass.
Under the effect of suppleness, the Wind-Rolling Grass turned into an extremely pliable mound of clay.
With a gentle flick, Lin Xing stretched the Wind-Rolling Grass into a strip over ten meters long, sweeping away the flying stones and hail in front of him like a long whip.
Then, rune after rune symbolizing solidity lit up on the Wind-Rolling Grass, which suddenly vibrated fiercely. Its surface turned incredibly hard and shimmered with wisps of cold light, radiating a metallic luster.
With a swishing sound—
Accompanied by the horizontal sweep of the Wind-Rolling Sword, myriad sword shadows chopped all the hail bombing towards him into dust.
