The Sword God of the South

Grandma Thousand Needles

Seeing his partner starting pressed by the opponent, another all-black figure immediately jumped. He decided to get involved in the fight.

Yush!!! Kingg!!!

The one time his foot had imprinted on the ground, he had already shot into the middle of the air. Simultaneously, he also pulled out an equally thin sword from his back.

By the time that person got involved, it just so happened that Zhang Fei was pressing his opponent. His attention was only directed to that person.

Fortunately, his body was used to threats related to the safety of life, suddenly his head looked up.

As soon as he saw that there was a person who intended to attack towards him, the young man swiftly pulled a step back in an attempt to save himself.

After being spared the attack, he immediately retaliated.

Yush!!!

The Sword of the God King trembled. He had brought out the Sky Biasatan Solar Light. With the exertion of five parts, of course the second stance is able to result in more danger.

Silvery white light came rolling. Two Black Banner Party members were shocked. They did not believe that the young man had a powerful sword.

Right now the two were trying hard to fend off or dodge Zhang Fei's attack.

Unfortunately, they can only survive for a little while. At least seven steps. While right on the next step, suddenly ripped the fabric twice.

Srett!!! Srett!!!

The tip of the heirloom sword managed to give a wound to his opponent's stomach. They grimaced with pain.

"Bad. It turned out that he was not an empty youth," said one of them.

"Don't say much, we just finish him off,"

The two men attacked again. Unfortunately the present attack is not as dangerous as before. Maybe it happened because they were pushing themselves too hard.

Wutt!!! Srett!!!

Zhang Fei welcomed the attack of the two. With a quick and complicated movement, the tip of his sword again managed to incise a wound on the opponent's body.

The two men screamed loudly and then collapsed to the ground. Fresh blood instantly flowed out from the chest that was scratched quite deeply.

Things become quiet again. Zhang Fei had already returned to his original position. But he had not sheathed the Sword of the God King, the young swordsman still clasped the heirloom in his right hand.

Meanwhile, the second fart sounded already sounded. That means the night is getting late.

The bone-chilling cold air, was already clearly felt.

Suddenly, the look on the face of Shadowless Arak God turned quite intense. Several times he turned to every corner of the wind. As if looking for something.

"What's up, Mr Kiang?" zhang Fei asked curiously.

"It seems like this place is already filled with top-class figures," he replied seriously.

"really. And apparently, they deliberately waited for the right time to bring themselves up," continued Old Man Weird Tionggoan.

On the other hand, seen Reporter Ouw mocking smile towards him. It seems he himself already knows about this. He just chose to be quiet.

"Fuck off, you dare to mock us," Zhang Fei said in disbelief.

Yush!!!

He immediately rushed forward. One of the moves from the series of the Sword God Book was immediately held perfectly.

"Ending the Moon Eliminates the Shadow!"

Sword Eve instantly filled the arena around. Zhang Fei attacked the Ouw Reporter valiantly. His heirloom sword continued to flashed sinisterly like lightning striking at midnight.

The whole body became his main target. In addition to attacking with a sword, he occasionally attacked his opponent using both feet.

The journalist at first did not feel afraid. Because he feels confident to be able to face the young man.

Moreover, he is basically a patient who has enough ability.

With complete confidence he began to compensate for Zhang Fei's movements. The short sword tucked in his waist had already been passed out.

The loud clash colored their fight. The first ten moves, Reporter Ouw could still compensate or even urge Zhang Fei.

But the next five steps, he began to feel overwhelmed. Especially after the attack of the young man changed.

Wutt!!! Slebb!!!

The tip of the Sword King God knew had already pierced his throat severely.

Reporter Ouw glared big, he was shocked half to death. With how moves and moves, the youngster was able to stab him?

He doesn't know. He could not think any further, because a few moments later, his life had already drifted.

After successfully killing Hartawan Ouw, he immediately returned to this place.

Not long after, suddenly from some seven people leaped in all black clothes. There was also an old figure who wore different clothes.

"It turns out your words are correct, sir," he said to the Shadowless God Arak.

"Of course,"

The martial World Grandfather laughed out loud. He then gulped down the wine that was inside the Pure Gold Jars.

Not only himself, even the old man also divided his two colleagues. They drink wine in turn.

While the eight people were in front of him, they were not at all lyrical. It was as if there were no more formidable opponents, except for only dozens of Ouw Journalists who at this moment were already frightened.

"Sadly, you are indeed human beings who cannot appreciate each other" said one of them. Sempreng voice. It was like a can being hit several times.

The one who spoke just now was a woman. His age is very old. Perhaps not far adrift from the Strange Old Man Tionggoan and the Shadowless God Arak himself.

His face was filled with wrinkles, his rows of teeth were already blackened. His long white hair, he let it unravel and frown just like that.

The old grandmother was wearing a red dress.

With such an appearance, a glance of her did not resemble a human. It looks like a demon coming from hell.

"Oh, it turns out that there is also a Thousand Needle Granny Cui Ni here," said the Shadowless Arak God as if surprised. "Sorry, sorry. We were too busy drinking wine,"

"Hemm .." the old figure who had just called Grandma Thousand Needles was snorting in annoyance.

"You want to drink wine too?" ask him further.

"I don't want to drink your wine" he said cynically.

"Hahaha .. After all, I have no intention of giving it to you, either,"

The three of them laughed happily. Amidst the laughter, Zhang Fei suddenly spoke.

"Mr Kiang, you're too rude. What if this stinky granny dies suddenly? You'll be haunted every night, maybe,"

They laugh again. Even now until his entire body was shaken.

The Thousand Needles Grandmother instantly felt angry when she heard Zhang Fei's taunts just now.

"Son's son. How dare you curse me,"

Wutt!!!

He moved his right hand. A moment later it immediately slid seven very small silver needles.

The branch!!! The branch!!! The branch!!!

The Shadowless God Arak moved first. He held all the silver needles with his wine jars.

"Be careful, Fei's son. This old grandmother is one of the Patuk Dunia Perilatan heretical flow," he said.