Seemingly unaware of Fang Yu's subtle emotional changes, Su Qianhu's sword techniques continued relentlessly.
His sword movements were becoming increasingly fierce, and coupled with his footwork, he circled around Fang Yu, creating a dazzling display.
Not only were his sword techniques fierce now, but the angles had also become exceptionally tricky.
"Slow! So slow! Too slow!! Blood Demon!!"
With every strike, Su Qianhu yelled excitedly, as if to vent the emotions in his heart.
Such tricky swordplay, with full strength exerted.
Even as Fang Yu parried with his sword, fresh blood inevitably spurted from his body, leaving several wounds.
Or rather, if Fang Yu's own hard strength hadn't been strong enough, given Su Qianhu's combat power at the moment, any common demon would have lost its head several times over.
Sword, sword, sword, sword, sword, sword!
