Fang Jie gritted his teeth and grabbed Pei Min.
"Pei Min, you leave, this life is my repayment to you."
Pei Min did not speak, but reached out with one hand, in his eyes the flowing light of five colors intertwined, a five-colored lotus blossomed.
Five flying swords flew out continuously from Pei Min's waist, the swords radiating five-colored light, some light and graceful, some heavy and sturdy, some wrapped in flames, some enveloped in mist, some arrogant and fierce, and some cold and threatening.
"Ting—"
The sound of swords resounded, and the five flying swords transformed into a stage of sword array in mid-air.
At this moment, the Great Demon had also reached Pei Min's front.
The demon wind howled, like sharp knives scraping against Pei Min's Protective Sword Gang, even before the two met, a sound of metal colliding was already heard.
Pei Min's face remained calm, as he clenched his outstretched hand.
