Ren Feifan naturally sensed that terrifying thunderbolt, his eyes opened, shooting out a cold light.
"Ancient Dust Sword, come!"
As soon as the words fell, a black light flickered, and the Ancient Dust Sword floated directly above Ren Feifan's body!
"Shield me!"
The Ancient Dust Sword felt quite sentient, naturally understanding what it needed to do!
It gently shook, a surge of blood fury wrapped around the blade, while the surrounding nature's spiritual energy slowly condensed, directly forming a terrifying Sword Intent in front of the blade!
The Sword Intent coalesced into a solid form!
Subsequently, a sense of ancient desolation spread outward!
Only to see above Ren Feifan's head, unexpectedly, a human figure gradually appeared, an extremely mysterious phantom.
The phantom stood quietly with eyes closed on top of the Sword Intent.
Without desire, without demand.
No one could see the face of the phantom, it was like an ancient sword yet to be drawn!
