"An ancient sword cultivator? He's an Ancient Martial Artist?"
Many were startled by Wu Jianqing's words.
"Within my Myriad Sword Tomb, I can sense the presence of a sword soul. This man should be an ancient sword cultivator!"
Wu Jianqing said.
A grave look appeared on Jian Tiange's face.
Ancient sword cultivators devoted themselves to the Sword Dao. Their sword momentum was usually astonishing, and their mastery of swordsmanship was terrifying.
This time, there would likely be one more rival for the sword.
Lu Ren's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected his identity as an Ancient Martial Artist to be exposed here.
"An ancient sword cultivator?"
Feng Qijue raised an eyebrow and came back through the second Heavenly Sword Gate. He immediately thrust out a palm at Lu Ren.
Since the man before him was an ancient sword cultivator, he naturally suspected that he might be Lu Ren.
So he decided to test Lu Ren's abilities.
Feng Qijue did not hold back, either. The power of the Divine Lord Eighth Layer erupted, and a violent storm gathered in his palm. It tore through the void and bore down on Lu Ren, blotting out the sky.
Lu Ren's expression changed. Killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare reveal his true strength. He flipped his hand, seized a Three-Patterned Divine Sword, and unleashed twelve layers of sword momentum as he slashed.
Boom!
The terrifying sword light struck the storm-wreathed hand and shattered instantly.
Lu Ren darted aside at top speed, dodging the storm-wreathed hand. It slammed into the crimson ground with a deafening crash.
Everyone was stunned. Why had Feng Qijue suddenly attacked this ancient sword cultivator without warning?
Seeing this, Wu Jianqing said coldly, "Feng Qijue, what is the meaning of this? Why did you attack