"Trace Movement!"

Lu Ren's body flickered, his long sword like a spirit snake, its trajectory unpredictable, as he thrust it toward Nie Liuxiang.

Nie Liuxiang quickly grabbed his folding fan again and swung it fiercely, trying to block Lu Ren's sword, only to find it slicing through thin air.

Once more, Lu Ren's Seven Kill Sword left a sword wound on Nie Liuxiang's chest.