If I don't draw my sword now, under this fellow's relentless assault, I fear not even bones will be left behind!
With one strike fending off Xu Fan's offensive, Li Xiaochen's figure rapidly retreated, and with a clang, he finally drew the Yanluo Sword!
The crimson blade, under the moonlight, looked even more ferocious!
Even now, while holding the Yanluo Sword, Li Xiaochen's entire aura had changed!
He seemed to merge with the Yanluo Sword in his hand, displaying his edges sharply!
"Once the Yanluo Sword is drawn, it must taste human blood!"
"Xu, you're finished!"
Speaking word by word, Li Xiaochen advanced, holding the Yanluo Sword aloft, approaching slowly!
Like a soul-reaper crawling out from the ground, the current Li Xiaochen exuded an overwhelming murderous intent!
Even the Yanluo Sword in his hand was faintly shimmering with a crimson blood qi!
This was a killing qi that could have only been saturated by the blood of countless people!
