Sword light!
Fine sword!
Lu Lin's mind couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword light.
But the Star Skill could.
Stone Skin.
Evasion.
Perception.
Lu Lin only felt a sharp edge passing by his side.
Wherever the edge passed, his skin felt like it was being cut by a blade.
A one-inch long cut appeared on his left arm.
Yet Lu Lin had already moved two meters away.
"Interesting."
The artist smiled a little.
Lu Lin rapidly retreated.
Danger, danger, danger!
Sure enough, just as Lu Lin stepped back, the artist's long sword was already at the spot where Lu Lin had just stood.
The height was right at the throat.
Only then did Lu Lin see clearly that the long sword in the artist's hand wasn't the traditional Hua Xia sword but more like the slender, straight swords used in Western fencing, with a flexible blade that could bend ninety degrees into an arc.
From start to finish, Lu Lin never saw where the opponent had drawn his sword from.
