Looking at Lin Fan's back.
Nolan Yanran's heart instantly settled.
She had an intuition that as long as Lin Fan was there, everything would be resolved, even if it meant dying with him, Nolan Yanran was satisfied!
At that moment.
Lin Fan moved, he growled: "You beasts dare to touch Yanran? Go to hell!"
As soon as the words fell!
The Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Fan's hand fiercely slashed forward!
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
...
Lin Fan slashed out seven or eight times in a row, those ugly guards from the Golden Qilin Clan couldn't withstand Lin Fan's Sword Qi and exploded instantly.
Turning into a pile of corpses, blood flowed like rivers!
"Who are you? How dare you kill my guards?" Lin Feng's brows furrowed, his voice very calm and cold.
Having lost over a hundred guards did not infuriate him, in fact, he showed no signs of anger at all!
These guards were merely like slaves to him.
Dead.
Just recruit some more.
Lin Feng couldn't care less about getting angry for these people.
