The Sword God of the South

The Battle of Bloody II

The twin sword moves played by the higher-ups were formidable. Zhang Fei himself continued to be urged until he was in a defensive position. It seemed like the higher-ups had unleashed all abilities, so that each attack was always getting more ferocious and dangerous.

But even though he had already expended his ability and all the skills he had, to knock down Zhang Fei was not an easy job.

He just realized, it turned out that his young opponent was really great. This is evident now, although he has attacked with a variety of different styles and tricks that rarely meet failure, but in fact, the young man is still able to avoid, fend off, and, or immediately launch a counterattack that is no less dangerous.

The battle between the two warriors had already passed twenty more moves. Cold sweat and sweat had soaked the entire body. Especially the Seven Colors Party.

He is an experienced man. Various kinds of fights he had passed. He always knew how to deal with each enemy.

But I think all of those things are useless for now. All the efforts he did, always managed to be knocked down by his young opponent.

Reaching into his thirties, as the attacks of the higher-ups diminished, Zhang Fei suddenly snapped out loud. The next second he instantly moved the Sword God King as fast as lightning.

Still in the same manner, Zhang Fei began to urge his opponent. Because the maturity of his swordsmanship and mastery of his skill had almost reached the perfect stage, the results obtained did not disappoint.

The heirloom sword continued to flashed rapidly. It was as if the weapon was a dancer who was demonstrating a beautiful but very deadly movement.

The seven moves he urged the Seven Colors Party's top brass, finally right in the eighth, Zhang Fei's efforts bore fruit as well.

The God King's sword had broken through his opponent's heart!

The higher-ups immediately died because they could not withstand the extreme pain.

After successfully finishing that fight, Zhang Fei immediately shot up again. He wanted to find the next opponent.

Not far from his side, there appeared to be Old Man Weird Tionggoan who was also fighting fiercely against eight people. Unmitigated, the old figure was directly against two party leaders at once.

If fighting one official is difficult and quite time consuming, then what happens when fighting two people at once?

If the one in that position was someone else, perhaps he would be overwhelmed. It is impossible to die in battle.

But who was now in that position was the Strange Old Man Tionggoan. He's not someone else!

Hence, he did not lose, let alone be slaughtered. On the contrary, he began to turn things around. Who had been attacked and continued to be urged by eight enemies, now even back to attack.

The end of the loose shirt let out a roar of strong wind that made a buzzing sound. The eight enemies in front of him were choked. They felt his body was buffeted by one great power that was hard to dispel.

Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan kept moving launched his deadly attack. The two hands that were more dangerous than those sharp weapons, were now beginning to show their fangs.

The pounding of the palm and the hard blow, directed to every important point contained in the human body. Once the fight reached twenty ranks, there were already three senior disciples who were victims.

They died with a burnt chest. No blood came out of the mouth or any other hole. Because their blood had frozen first, before it flowed out.

The blood was frozen from the extreme heat!

The moves he used to kill the three people were named the Fucking Palm of Hell!

As the name implies, the style does contain hard energy and swamp very hot. Therefore, it is not surprising that the death of three senior disciples of the Seven Colors Party is really sad.

Seeing that three of his comrades were killed under such conditions, the remaining senior disciples instantly felt trepidation. The cold sweat has poured out. Their faces were deathly pale, just like corpses.

Actually, the two higher-ups involved felt the same way. But because they felt prestige, given his position was quite decent, then the two people tried as hard as possible to cover up his fear.

The Strange Old Man Tionggoan knew that all his enemies had been cornered. That was why he had never reduced his attacks.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

The shadow of the palm filled the void air. The hot air was getting into the bodies of the five people.

Some time later, the screams of death were heard again. The three remaining senior disciples, had now caught up with his comrade who left first.

Their deaths were exactly like the two previous comrades!

"Great also your ability, old bangka," said one of the officials while continuing to launch an attack with his machete.

"Don't say much. Take it more seriously. I'm afraid that soon you'll catch up with them" he said with a cold smile.

"Omong empty! You can kill them, because they're fools. But don't expect you to kill us both,"

The higher-ups who were by his side felt unacceptable with that ridicule. He said in a high tone while increasing his abilities.

The talisman that was shaped like a crescent moon was instantly swirling around creating a sharp light. The shadow of the cleaver immediately enveloped the body of the Strange Old Man Tionggoan.

Even though he was fighting against two enemies using weapons, there was not the slightest fear left in his mind. Although both weapons were extremely resistant and could kill without blinking, but the Strange Old Man Tionggoan had never trembled.

Because he knew very well that the two weapons were nothing compared to his pair of hands!

That pair of hands was just too terrifying! More horrible than anything!

Plakk!!!

One of the two higher-ups was pushed back four steps back. His right chest was hit by a palm strike.

Fresh blood instantly gushed out from his mouth.

Unwilling to provide an opportunity for the opponent, Old Man Strange Tionggoan immediately hunted forward. The last attack he immediately launched!

Bukk!!!

The big man glared at both of his eyes. Two breaths later, his body instantly collapsed onto the ground.

He's dead! Killed by fear!

"Now you believe my words, don't you?" Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan again gave a mockery after he managed to kill one of the higher-ups.

"That's right! I'm gonna kill you!"

Wutt!!!

The curved gauge flashed back quickly. But before the attack and his manager actually came out, the right hand of the Strange Old Man Tionggoan had cupped him first.

Once he rattled the opponent's arm, the weapon instantly fell onto the ground.

Yush!!! Bukk!!!

His right hand came back. The higher-ups just complained of being restrained. He was not thrown, because his wrist was still held by Kai Luo.

"I'm not going to kill you. I will only destroy your silat," he said again mocking.