Li Yang also slightly furrowed his brows and said with a bitter smile, "I can block that whip, but take a closer look at his clothing. He has a total of one hundred and eight stars. If thirty of them light up, even I might not be able to withstand it."
Hearing Li Yang's words, Wu Yihan looked over and indeed saw that the Star Robe worn by Lu Xing was filled with stars.
Not just them, Zhuang Ziruo, Zhang Yesheng, and Chen Yanghao also showed a trace of solemnity on their faces.
It was not enough that Lin Tanyu had appeared; now there was another, Lu Xing.
"Perhaps his strength has already surpassed that of Aixinjueluo Qiyue?" Wu Yihan suddenly said.
Lu Xing appeared somewhat frail, with long black hair flowing down his back and delicate, scholar-like features.
"Are you also here to challenge me?" Lin Mo asked her, somewhat exasperated yet amused.
The taller the tree, the more wind it draws, as the saying goes, 'the outstanding tree in the woods is the first to be destroyed.' His name had now resonated through Han Country and Huaxia, and naturally, these young geniuses were not convinced.
The name Lin Tanyu had also been built step-by-step atop the bones of countless other geniuses.
"My master sent me to find you," Lu Xing looked at Lin Mo, her voice light and her expression serene, resembling an old monk detached from worldly cares.
"Did your master also tell you to disguise yourself as a man?" Lin Mo asked with slightly knitted brows, suspiciously.
Lu Xing's face momentarily changed color slightly, and the others were also momentarily stunned. Although Lu Xing was dressed as a man, his appearance was too handsome, with skin white and rosy, genuinely resembling that of a woman.
"How… how did you know?" Lu Xing widened her eyes slightly, a bit astonished.
She had worn the Starry Sky Guardian Clothes made by her master, which could hide her appearance. Ordinary people, even if they thought she looked quite handsome, would not see through her disguise as a woman.
But Lin Mo's divine sense had matured, and besides, he had cultivated the Eyes of Golden Flame, which could see through all illusions.
Lu Xing bit her white teeth and, seeing that Lin Mo remained silent, casually waved her hand, dispelled the magic, and revealed a stunningly pure and beautiful face, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her long black hair, like a black waterfall, draped over her shoulders, shadowy and full of youthful vigor.
She was even more beautiful than Zhuang Ziruo and Xiao Zhu.
Wu Yihan and the others widened their eyes; martial artists are people too, and especially being young, naturally felt their hearts stir at the sight of such a beautiful woman.
"My god, she really is a beauty," Li Yang couldn't help but exclaim.
Zhuang Ziruo let out a light harrumph, seemingly a bit displeased.
Only Lin Mo's eyes remained clean and clear, "Who is your master? Why should I go to meet him?"
"I…" Having been raised by her master, Lu Xing appeared aloof, but in reality, she had interacted very little with others. At Lin Mo's question, her cheeks blushed, and she found herself at a loss for words.
"Stop the nonsense, let's just fight," Chen Yanghao, eager for action, said, "We didn't come all this way just to chat. Lin Tanyu, if you are a man, fight with me."
The best way to become famous was clearly to challenge a celebrity, and Lin Mo had evidently become that celebrity now.
"I've already said you are no match for me, and neither are all of you together," Lin Mo helplessly shook his head.
Kuang Diao, Wu Yihan, Li Yang, even Lu Xing, all furrowed their brows, this man's arrogance seemed even bigger than the sky.
Then, at that moment, an old voice resounded in the sky:
"Oh, the young geniuses of Huaxia have all arrived, good, good. With this battle, I will eliminate you all, thus clearing some obstacles and enemies for the Martial Arts World of Han Country."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present turned pale.
A massive suppression almost enveloped a kilometer radius, and the aura of slaughter rose sharply, as if there were countless sharp swords around, constantly ready to strike.
Whether it was Wu Yihan or Lu Xing, Zhuang Ziruo, Chen Yanghao, Zhang Yesheng, Li Yang, and others all felt an enormous pressure.
This immense pressure, even from their parents or sect leaders and elders, they had never felt before.
The pressure was vast and boundless, carrying an ancient and vicissitous breath, as if battle-hardened, with the aura of slaughter permeating.
"Here it comes."
Lin Mo's gaze was fixed.
"Who's coming?" Xiao Zhu asked dubiously.
"Liu Zhengming, the Second Generation Sword God from your Han Country," Lin Mo said nonchalantly.
Xiao Zhu, frightened, covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide open in disbelief, "No, wasn't it said that he was already dead? How could he still be here?"
Zhuang Ziruo, Chen Yanghao, Zhang Yesheng, Li Yang, Wu Yihan, Kuang Diao, and Lu Xing also turned somewhat pale.
Liu Zhengming, the Second Generation Sword Saint of Han Country, although they had never met him, they had all heard rumors of him from their parents, a martial arts genius, the last Sword Saint of Han Country, who once swept through the Huaxia Martial Arts World, only to be narrowly defeated by Ye Gutian before returning to Han Country.
A thousand meters away, an old man with faltering steps slowly approached the ancient courtyard.
The narrow path, flanked by bamboo forests, caused birds to fly towards the sky, seemingly sensing the murderous aura emanating from this person, but those birds, less than a hundred meters high, were shattered into a blood fog by the powerful aura.
Each step the old man took, his stature became a bit more upright, his silver waterfall-like hair darkened a bit, and his wrinkly face also gained some rosiness.
One step, two steps, three steps...
By the ninth step, his hair had completely turned jet-black, his eyes flickered with thunder, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.
Liu Zhengming suddenly stopped in his tracks, pulled out the longsword at his waist, a black sword like hardened steel, with Buddha Beads tied around the hilt, one of the top ten famous swords of Han Country, the Blood Cang Sword.
Liu Zhengming grasped the hilt with both hands and fiercely slashed forward, a sword qi about ten meters wide split the ground in half, charging forward fiercely.
The bamboo forest on both sides couldn't withstand the violent aura emitted by the sword qi, countless bamboos burst open, making explosive noises.
"Be careful!"
Kuang Diao, who was in the front, instantly changed his expression and formed a seal again with his hands, creating a ten-meter-wide blue shield.
Zhuang Ziruo controlled his sword with two fingers brought together.
Chen Yanghao's arms moved, and a Tai Chi pattern emerged.
Zhang Yesheng held the Yin Yang, condensing a Yin Yang map.
Wu Yihan's punch mark formed, breeding coldness around.
Behind Li Yang, a rampaging Kuang Shi emerged.
On Lu Xing's Star Robe, twenty-nine stars shone brightly, forming an extremely intricate shape.
Yet, as the sword qi struck, Kuang Diao's shield was instantly shattered, other people's defensive magical artifacts and martial arts divine powers faltered like paper mâché against the sword qi, only Lu Xing's pattern held for less than a second before also being broken. Everyone was incredibly shocked!
The might of one sword, so formidable!