Chapter 27

After the little monk finished speaking, he waved his hands toward Lin Haoming.

The child sword and the mother sword of the Zimu Sword flew toward Lin Haoming together.

Lin Haoming patted his storage bag, and the turtle shell shield instantly blocked in front of him.

There were two loud clangs as the Zimu Sword heavily struck the turtle shell shield.

Although Lin Haoming controlled the turtle shell shield, the two strikes forced him to retreat several steps. Looking at the Zimu Sword, he found that the flying sword had already lost its luster, clearly damaged by the powerful impact on the turtle shell shield.

Looking at the turtle shell shield, he noticed two fine cracks on the originally incredibly hard shield. Although the cracks were not obvious, the force had clearly exceeded what a typical high-level Qi Condensation cultivator using a mid-grade magical tool could cause.

Knowing that Xie Ruolan was nearby, perhaps setting up a magical array to prevent the little monk from using escape techniques or escape talismans, Lin Haoming mainly thought about holding him off.

After coming here so many times with Xie Ruolan, the two had become very默契 (cooperative).

"Sir, your turtle shell is quite good. If it's crushed and ground into powder, it can be used as medicine. Why don't you give it to me as a gift?" the little monk said with a teasing tone.

As he finished speaking, he suddenly appeared right in front of Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming had guessed that the little monk would be fast, but he didn't expect him to be this fast. Fortunately, he was prepared, and a stone armor talisman had already been activated. He saw the little monk's fists strike the stone armor that appeared on his body.

Although the stone armor talisman had been activated, the punch sent Lin Haoming flying backward. The stone armor, though not completely shattered, had developed cracks, clearly unable to withstand a second strike. He felt his blood and qi surging.

For the first time, Lin Haoming felt an indescribable threat from the little monk. From the burst of spiritual energy when he attacked, the little monk was only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Condensation with such strength was something Lin Haoming had not expected.

At this moment, he didn't care about much and directly patted his storage bag, quickly summoning the Five Elements Sword to circle around him, preventing the little monk from attacking him continuously.

"Hmm? The Five Elements Sword? You're not a disciple of the Demon Sect, so how do you have the Five Elements Sword from the Tianjian Mountain lineage?" the little monk asked in surprise after seeing the Five Elements Sword.

Lin Haoming didn't bother to explain. Feeling the surge of blood and qi from being hit, he felt a bit frustrated. Since the little monk was only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, he didn't think he couldn't handle him. He directly pointed at the Five Elements Sword, and the five swords glowed with different colors, then transformed into five beams of light, slashing toward the little monk.

The Five Elements Sword was a high-grade magical tool, and the little monk didn't dare to block it with his hands anymore. He took off a string of prayer beads from his neck, and with a flash of yellow light, the beads grew several times in size. The little monk wielded the beads like a whip.

There were "ding ding ding" sounds as the Five Elements Sword slashed at the little monk but was blocked by the prayer beads.

At this moment, Lin Haoming realized that the little monk's prayer beads were also a high-grade magical tool.

Using the Five Elements Sword, although his cultivation had increased to the ninth level of Qi Condensation, Lin Haoming still felt very strained. Although all five swords were out, only three were truly threatening, while the other two were just for show. If he evenly distributed his magical power among the five swords, it would be counterproductive.

Lin Haoming also noticed that although the little monk was on the defensive, he didn't consume much magical power by wielding the prayer beads, mainly relying on his strong physical body.

At this moment, Lin Haoming didn't care about much and directly swallowed two high-grade recovery pills to restore his spiritual energy.

Recovery pills were used by Qi Condensation cultivators to quickly restore spiritual energy. Although many types of recovery pills were recorded in ancient texts, after natural selection, only the recovery pills were widely accepted.

In fact, not just recovery pills, but also cultivation-enhancing pills like Qi Circulation Pills, Qi Gathering Pills, and Qi Merging Pills were all the result of long-term natural selection in the cultivation world, being the most practical. Other pills were either less effective or had too high a cost, making them less cost-effective.

Of course, even high-grade recovery pills were insufficient to fully replenish Lin Haoming's current magical power consumption. They could only slow down the rate of consumption, but Lin Haoming felt this was enough.

Feeling the effects of the recovery pills, he cast a spell at two of the Five Elements Sword. The two swords glowed and merged into one, transforming from two seven-foot-long swords into a single sword over eight feet long. With a loud shout, Lin Haoming slashed it down at the little monk.

The little monk had been paying attention to Lin Haoming's moves. Seeing the two swords merge, he also shouted, and his height increased by a foot, his muscles bulging, making him look like an iron tower. He swung the prayer beads, which wrapped around his hand like a glove, and punched the large sword directly.

Lin Haoming had tested the power of his merged sword, which was no less than a full-level Qi Condensation cultivator using a high-grade magical tool. However, this slash was directly deflected, and the large sword, unable to withstand the punch, split back into two swords in mid-air.

After punching the large sword away, the little monk's clear and handsome face showed a hint of excitement. "Comfortable. You, a demon cultivator, are more fun than the last guy. Since you can display the Vajra Body, I'll recite a few more sutras for you when I send you to the afterlife. Don't reincarnate as a demon again."

Lin Haoming felt that the little monk was completely toying with him. In his eyes, Lin Haoming was no match for him. At this moment, he also realized that the little monk seemed to have had enough fun and was about to deal a fatal blow.

Looking at the little monk, who now resembled an iron tower, Lin Haoming had no confidence in defeating him. He had held him off for so long, and Xie Ruolan should have acted by now, but why was there no sign of her?

Seeing the little monk quickly knock away the other flying swords and charge toward him, Lin Haoming immediately shouted, "Senior Sister, act quickly!"

The little monk paid no attention to Lin Haoming's shout. The prayer beads wrapped around his hand again, turning into a whip, and he lashed out at Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming, terrified, threw a Golden Spear Talisman and turned to flee.

The little monk, facing the Golden Spear Talisman, simply flicked his wrist, and the prayer beads shattered the Golden Spear.

After shattering it, he saw Lin Haoming run more than ten yards away and instantly appeared beside him, sneering, "Want to run now? Can you still run?"

At this moment, Lin Haoming's originally terrified face showed a hint of a smile. The little monk, seeing this, instinctively felt something was wrong.