Lu Yuhuan gazed at the figure.
Li Fan, killing for Lu Yuan.
Be it human or demon, all were slaughtered.
But there were too many demons, even the sword rain could not kill them all. The demons roared as they came near Li Fan, their demon energy completely burying the space, seemingly wanting to bury Li Fan as well.
Lu Yuhuan couldn't help but feel worried; Li Fan was holding someone in his arms.
Yet she saw Li Fan didn't use his hands; a sword dao whirlwind arose centered on his body. Numerous wind and thunder swords roared as they spun around him, forming a sword wall that shredded the approaching demons into pieces, with blood rain flying.
The sword intent in Li Fan's brow grew ever stronger, and the whirlwind became more terrifying. The Li Hen Sword flew out and joined the storm. Lu Yuhuan could only see countless sword shadows and the constantly falling demon corpses.
And the sword intent on them all flew towards Li Fan.
