Although his strength is not low, he has been chased and killed by Lu Xing in the past three days, and he has already consumed too much true qi.

The others were also uncomfortable, and the white sword qi of Yu Ziruo's sword shook and flew into the ground, trembling like cicada wings, and several tiny cracks appeared on the sword body.

Yu Ziruo's white palm curled and clenched into a fist, revealing a trace of heartache on her pretty face.

Wu Yihan, Chen Yanghao, Li Yang, Zhang Yesheng and others were also shocked by the sword qi, and a wisp of scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of their mouths.

Lu Xing took a few steps back, his face became a little pale, and his eyes showed a solemn look.

Thousands of meters away, an ordinary sword actually made the kings of the Qingyun List in the Chinese martial arts world so embarrassed.

It's just that the sword qi finally arrived in front of Lin Mo, Lin Mo's face did not change, and his thumb clasped his middle finger and gently flicked it against the void, which shattered the last bit of sword qi.

The shattered sword qi turned into a gentle wind, blowing Sakurako and Taka-joo's hair, but even so, the two of them also felt a cold chill from the wind.

"It must be him, Yoo Masana. Hyo-joo's face was full of horror.

A legend in the martial arts world of the Cold Kingdom - Sword Saint Liu Zhengming.

However, Lin Mo's strength, which shocked everyone even more, broke the sword qi with a flick of his fingers, and they took out the skills of housekeeping, and they were so embarrassed that they could see the difference at a glance.

"The new generation of geniuses in the Huaxia martial arts world are all here, but it's a pity that none of them can leave here alive today. ”

A voice with a bit of old age in the midst of indifference sounded.

With the appearance of the voice, a staggering figure gradually appeared in everyone's eyes, gradually approaching.

Lu Xing, Li Yang, Wu Yihan, Yu Ziruo, Chen Yanghao, and Zhang Yesheng turned their heads at the same time, staring at each other with wide eyes, the other party's hair was as black as a waterfall, and his face was sad and joyless, he was a middle-aged swordsman.

"He is the Sword Saint Liu Zhengming, how can he be a middle-aged man?" Wu Yihan frowned.

Li Yang said in a deep voice: "I heard the elders in the family say that if martial arts reach a new level, it is possible to change the old and rejuvenate, maintain the appearance and qi and blood, and the muscles and cells will be reactivated. ”

"Could it be the legendary realm..."Chen Yanghao's eyes widened.

"You hurt me just now, do you know my master's ......" The young man who was lying on the ground raised his head, staring at the middle-aged man with a look of resentment in his eyes.

But before he could speak, Liu Zhengming just glanced at him lightly, and the brilliance in Guo Diao's eyes instantly dimmed, and his pupils turned gray, and he was actually stared at to death.

Although Guo Diao was injured during the fight with Lu Xing, after all, he was the fourth-ranked existence on the Qingyun List, and he was actually stared at to death.

Everyone's faces changed in shock, and they even felt the horror of each other.

For those who are very accomplished in martial arts, he is already a peerless genius, and the martial arts will that he has cultivated can be turned into a substance to kill people, similar to the divine consciousness cultivated by Lin Mo.

He is worthy of being the second-generation sword saint of the Han country and the spiritual leader of the martial arts world.

The other party walked forward step by step, his expression was indifferent, but the distance between the soles of each step was exactly the same, and every time his footsteps fell, his steps were silent, but it made people feel like they were thundered in their hearts.

Liu Zhengming's gaze swept over everyone, and landed directly on Lin Mo's body, his gaze was like thunder and lightning, coming from the air.

Lin Mo also looked indifferent, his hands behind his back, and the eyes of the two seemed to collide in the void, striking a fierce thunderbolt spark.

Liu Zhengming's face showed a hint of shock, staring at Lin Mo deadly.

He began to practice martial arts at the age of seven, although he was not a genius, and when he was young, he was defeated in challenging the masters of various major sects, but he relied on his enthusiasm for martial arts and his incomparably tenacious martial arts will to defeat all geniuses and become the second-generation sword saint of the cold country.

In terms of martial will, Liu Zhengming will definitely not lose to anyone, even the one who has been defeated.

But he didn't expect that Lin Mo's will was actually on par with him, and it seemed to be a little tougher, and Lin Mo was just a teenager, but like an old monster who had cultivated for hundreds of years, he could have that kind of tenacious and rock-hard will.

"If he is allowed to grow up, I am afraid it will be a disaster for the entire Cold Country martial arts world. ”

Liu Zhengming shook his head, his eyes suddenly became sharp, now it is the highest realm he can break through, as for whether there is a road ahead, he doesn't know, he has lived in seclusion in the president's palace for decades to participate in meditation and enlightenment, but he can't find the way ahead.

And he is now more than two hundred years old, if there is no way to break through, Shouyuan is approaching, and the only thing he can do before he dies is to clear some obstacles for the martial arts world of the Cold Country.

"Are you Lin Tayu?" Liu Zhengming stopped.

Lin Mo frowned, and said lightly: "You are the second-generation Sword Saint Liu Zhengming." ”

"You and I have no grudges, but today we have to decide the winner, if you win, you live, and if you lose, you die. I, Liu Zhengming, haven't killed people in my own hands for sixty years, and I will bully you with a big one, but if I don't kill you, and give you more than ten years, I will become the great enemy of my cold country's martial arts world. ”

Liu Zhengming said lightly and sighed softly.

Yu Ziruo, Zhang Yesheng, Chen Yanghao, Wu Yihan, Li Yang, Lu Xing and others clenched their fists, and what he meant was to kill them all here.

The relationship between Huaxia and the Han Kingdom has not been very good, and the same is true in the martial arts world, a few people initially planned to come to the Han Kingdom to challenge Lin Tayu, but they didn't expect Liu Zhengming to come out of the customs and come to kill Lin Tayu, and suddenly several people couldn't help but stand on Lin Tayu's side.

"It's shameless to bully the small with the big. Lu Xing pursed his thin lips and couldn't help but scold secretly.

Indeed, in everyone's opinion, Liu Zhengming is an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years, and Lin Mo is a young man who was born out of nowhere, if Lin Mo is given ten years, he may not have the opportunity to kill Liu Zhengming and become a myth in China, but now the other party wants to strangle such a genius in the cradle, shameful!

"It's useless for you to say anything today, there's only one thing I can do for the last thing I can do for the Han Country. Liu Zhengming shook his head, as if he had already made up his mind.

Lin Mo took a step forward and looked at Liu Zhengming without fear.

Liu Zhengming is known as the leader of the martial arts world of the Cold Kingdom, the last sword saint, and the fact that he wants to challenge Lin Tayu has already spread throughout the martial arts world of the Cold Kingdom.

He walked all the way from Seoul to Nara Prefecture on this day, and he was already followed by countless martial arts masters from the Cold Country, all the way, but everyone didn't dare to follow too closely, for fear of offending this Sword Saint.

At this time, these people were standing on the hillside a kilometer away from the ancient courtyard, watching the battle.

(The excitement will continue tomorrow.) )