The Sword God of the South

Fierce Fight

The battles of high-class figures like them always had tremendous consequences. For example, now, the battle between the Lightning Sword and the Death Hand Palm has only reached twenty moves, but the consequences are not fooling around.

The rocks fly as if they were blown away by the wind *****pile. The dust billowed high into the sky, as if there were thousands of horses galloping about.

Not to mention the murderous air that felt so intense.

Of course, the killer came from both parties involved.

The Black Banner Party members who were there were none who were able to see the fight clearly. Especially the fight of the Lightning Sword.

Those people were only able to see that there was a shadow and light that never stopped. Other than that, it felt like there was nothing else they could afford to see.

Right now, the Lightning Sword Peang was on the attacking side. The great swordsman had issued a third style which was the last level of the Cloud Finger.

"Thunder Finger Steps!"

Given such a name is none other because every finger prick or movement, has a creepy energy and carrier like thunder booming.

Each finger prick contained a tremendous amount of energy. It is said that if he has expended all his energy to the maximum point, then the stone can be hollowed out quite easily.

From here alone, anyone would have been able to imagine how great and scary that last move was.

A sharp whirring sound like the prowess of a sword rang out and was clearly felt. The Palms of Death did not dare to act rashly.

Especially after the Lightning Sword took out its last move.

As an old generation figure, let alone having a big name and having a lot of experience, of course he also understood the prowess of his opponent.

Therefore, in order to overcome something undesirable, the Palm of the Hand of Death decided also to bring out its much more formidable manager.

"The Father of the Lonely Moon!"

Yush!!!

He snaps loudly. Followed later by the attack of both palms that brought cold. Cold as ice.

After taking out that fifth skill, he tried to continue to search for the Lightning Sword.

His body strength increased rapidly. There was no empty gap from every attack he gave. All of the opponent's exits were already tightly sealed by the shadow of his palm.

Just waiting for the right time, then he would attack the deadliest point in the human body.

But when will the right time come?

The Lightning Sword was now trying to survive the onslaught of his opponent. Several times he was almost hit by that deadly palm. Fortunately he has the science of lightening the body that is already very high. So that he can survive every danger that threatens him.

But because it was attacked without stopping, in the end an empty gap was accidentally created.

Plakk!!!

As a result of his negligence, the Palm of the Hand of Death finally managed to enter his defense area.

The tip of his right chest was hit by a landslide. Zhang Xin was pushed back five steps.

He almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was able to balance himself immediately. His mouth did not smell the ground.

As a result of the attack just now, in the Lightning Sword Zhang Xin immediately felt asphyxiation. A moment later he started coughing nonstop.

Not long after, something immediately came out of his mouth.

The blood!

This is nothing but blood.

It was no exception with Zhang Xin's own Lightning Sword.

Due to the impact of his opponent's palm, he now suffered quite severe internal injuries. For some time, he could do nothing.

Zhang Xin could only stand in silence while trying to treat the wound.

"No need to rush, just treat your wound first. I will wait," said the Palm of Death feeling a little guilty.

"Thank you," Zhang Xin smiled. He then sat down cross-legged and immediately closed his eyes to meditate for a while.

Meanwhile by his side, Liu Lin was now being pounded by the four Death Hand Palms.

The four people were constantly attacking without stopping. Four types of sharp weapons were always trying to penetrate his body.

Every move was full of calculations. The cooperation that was done was also very good. No movement is wasted. All the moves they made had passed such precise estimates.

It was fortunate that Liu Lin was no ordinary person. Although she was a woman, but her ability could not be underestimated.

Especially in the case of shawl games. It was really great. The scarf used by him could move according to his wishes.

The scarf can be as limp as a rope. It can also be hard as a steel stick.

It is precisely because of his ability that he can survive in the midst of the onslaught of four opponents who without stopping.

If only his shawl game wasn't that high, it might have been Liu Lin's early death.

Yush!!! Wutt!!! Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Four kinds of sharp weapons shot out in unison. Two from the right and left. Two more from the front back.

Facing such a simultaneous attack, the woman then twisted her body. His scarf goes around. When finding the right time, the shawl was immediately wrapped around two kinds of opponent weapons.

Successfully with the effort, he immediately proceeded to kick the remaining two weapons.

His struggle is coming back to fruition. Two weapons he can break. Now his position is back.

Yush!!!

It pulls the shawl with a great energy jolt. Two opponents inevitably had to jump close to him. Liu Lin again launched a kick that fiercely hit the deadly point.

A grievance was immediately heard. Two enemies were dazed and nearly collapsed to the ground.

At that time, he was actually able to finish off the two enemies. Unfortunately he hunted off guard so he did not see any further attacks from previous opponents.

Srett!!!

"Nh ..."

Fresh blood rushed out from his right arm. The woman's right arm had a torn wound from a sharp cut.

Do not stop there, the opposing party again launched the next attack.

Seconds by seconds passed. Liu Lin's position was increasingly threatened. Some of the moves were heavily pounded, in the end he could not provide any meaningful resistance anymore.

On the other hand, in tandem with the incident just now, Zhang Xin's Lightning Sword happened to also be ready to resume its fight again.

But before he attacked, the Palm of the Hand of Death had already said.

"Take out your Death Sword. I want to test this Nine False Palms of mine," he said earnestly.

"Can't," Zhang Xin replied as she shook her head several times. "You're not using a weapon, how could I possibly use my sword?"