"Traces in Motion!"
Lu Ren's body darted forward, his longsword like a spirit serpent, its trajectory impossible to grasp as he thrust at Nie Liuxiang.
Nie Liuxiang took hold of his folding fan again and swung it fiercely, intending to block Lu Ren's strike, only to find that he had struck empty air.
Lu Ren's Seven Kill Sword once more left a sword wound across Nie Liuxiang's chest.
"Brat, I will kill you today!"
Nie Liuxiang flew into a rage. The heavy loss of blood made his body feel weak, and he had to kill Lu Ren as quickly as possible.
He had never imagined that this Qingyun Sect disciple before him, who had opened only eight Spiritual Apertures, would possess such terrifying strength!
"Even if you weren't injured, you still wouldn't be my match!"
Lu Ren's expression remained indifferent.
When dealing with Nie Liuxiang, he had not even used the Spirit Burst Secret Art.
"Arrogant brat! So many Spirit Stream Realm martial artists failed to kill me—what makes you think you can?"
Nie Liuxiang laughed in extreme fury and roared. Blades sprang from the frame of his folding fan and madly sliced toward Lu Ren.
Lu Ren did not move, merely wielding the Seven Kill Sword to block them frantically.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two weapons collided again and again in midair.
Nie Liuxiang's fan techniques had nearly reached the point of perfection, and his speed was exceedingly fast. Anyone whose foundational swordsmanship was lacking would be pierced by the blades on his folding fan with the slightest lapse in attention.
But who was Lu Ren? He had cultivated foundational swordsmanship for more than a decade; his chops, slashes, lifts, and thrusts had all nearly reached perfection.
Unless his opponent surpassed Lu Ren in strength, among those of the