"A poem, a dou of wine, a song of endless verse, a sword to the ends of the earth! Hahaha..."
Qin Shaofeng's laughter grew ever more arrogant.
The Sword Qi in his hand also became increasingly terrifying amid his frenzied state.
In merely two breaths' time.
The flock of Evil Wind Crows that had originally occupied nearly half the sky had already lost more than half beneath his sword.
Only when their numbers had dwindled did the Evil Wind Crows begin to feel fear.
Amid wave after wave of ear-piercing, maddening cries.
The great flock of Evil Wind Crows prepared to flee.
In just three breaths of battle.
Qin Shaofeng had already slaughtered nearly two hundred million Star-Moon Value from the flock of Evil Wind Crows.
Faced with so much experience, how could he possibly bear to let it go?
Just as the Evil Wind Crows were about to escape the range of his attacks.
Qin Shaofeng suddenly borrowed force from an Evil Wind Crow beneath his feet and shot toward the flock ahead in pursuit.
"If running for your life worked, what would swords be for? Hahaha..."
The current Qin Shaofeng had nearly fallen into madness within the character he had designed for himself.
What character lines? What famous sayings that had endured through the ages?
They seemed to have long ceased to matter.
So long as the words left his mouth, he seemed able to become as pumped up as though he had been injected with chicken blood.
He stepped on three Evil Wind Crows in succession and charged forward.
In the flash of lightning and spark of flint.
He caught up with the large flock of Evil Wind Crows once more.
"Viewing the sword by lamplight while drunk!"
His explosive shout rang out again.
This time, he