With a thought, Zhou Fan recalled his Li Hen Sword. Casually grabbing the green staff with his left hand and the long blade with his right, he slowly descended and charged straight toward the group fighting He Yi and the others.
By now, the enemy was down to only about ten people. What Zhou Fan found strange, however, was that even with He Yi, Night Rose, and four members of Ying Yi gathered here, they were still unable to break through.
'Even though I don't know how to use a blade or a staff, that doesn't really matter,' Zhou Fan thought. 'Just grip them tight and swing wildly, right?'
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Following a series of muffled thuds, every one of Zhou Fan's attacks was blocked. He instinctively took a step back and carefully sized up the person before him.
