Chapter 819 The Warm Palm

If a swordsman lost his saber, his strength would be reduced by more than half.

"Let's end it, kid. Your saber technique is not bad, but unfortunately, you're going to die young. Actually, as long as you give up and beg me for mercy now, maybe you're allowed to be my saber guard." The Black Mountain Demon Emperor licked his lips with his scarlet tongue. The upcoming slaughter greatly excited him.

"You are long-winded."

Zhang Fan always replied in this way.

Even though he lost the long saber, he still exuded an air of detachment and calm.

As Black Mountain Demon Emperor approached, Zhang Fan clenched his right hand in the air. With a glimmer of light, a strange purple longbow suddenly appeared in his hand, giving forth an odor of extraordinary brutality, as if a giant beast was held in his hand.

"Bow? How could a swordsman know how to use a bow? You're fighting like a trapped beast." The Black Mounta