1712 Living beings

The blade gleam was snow white.

The white gleam shined brightly, as it followed the wind, drawing several blooming flowers of blood as it moved.

Numerous screams resounded.

The people who had charged forward slowly fell all over the ground turning into warm dead bodies.

Gu Qing Shan's expression remained unchanged.

Although he couldn't use swords, his fighting spirit, his killing experience, and his improvisation in battle were still all there.

Throughout his entire life, he had been through numerous dangerous situations and had gotten used to fighting insurmountable enemies.

And currently, this wasn't even considered a dangerous situation.

He was simply swinging.

And swinging.

And swinging.

And swinging.

And swinging!