With the long saber in his hand, Zhang Fan's aura instantly became as heavy as a mountain.

He took a gentle step forward and stood in front of Li Lan and Ximen Qianxue.

Like tides, the bursting Saber Qi wrapped all the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who had shown up to watch the battle.

Zhang Fan's Qi cultivation was low, but he looked even more intimidating with the saber in hand. The old man looked grave. The silver sword Qi flashed ...