With a single sword strike, she scattered the formation of the Barbarian Race's powerful fighters and killed three of them at the Earth Emperor Realm on the spot. Lan Xin's aura surged as she took the initiative and charged at them.
Her aura shifted. The incomplete Imperial Weapon in her hand spat out sharp, blood-red sword rays. Her figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, countless versions of her filled the sky. It was as if she had become ten thousand people, moving so fast that no one could tell which was real and which was an illusion.
Alone, she had "surrounded" that entire group of Barbarian Race fighters!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The countless sword-wielding figures of Lan Xin struck in different poses, slashing down at the scattered Barbarian Race fighters, whose faces were frozen in astonishment. Amid a series of wet splattering sounds, severed limbs flew through the air, and purple blood sprayed like rain and mist.
That Imperial Weapon sword was already damaged and was no longer Lan Xin's greatest asset. Her greatest trump card now was the swordsmanship she had inherited from Sword Emperor Xie Feng. Freed from the Imperial Weapon's constraints, she had unleashed the power of her mind and, to her surprise, truly begun to grasp the essence contained in the swordsmanship.
The first sword was domineering, as if it would tear apart everything in the world; anything standing in its path would be destroyed. The second sword, however, was fast—unnervingly fast. Once unleashed, it was as if she had become ten thousand people!
"This woman must be a young prodigy of the Human Race. Everyone, kill her together and strengthen the fortune of our Barbarian Race!"
A thunderous roar came from among the Barbarian Race fighters "surrounded" by Lan Xin.
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