The Sword God of the South

Three Determination Battles

Gaining a sudden attack, the thirteen all-black people were instantly shocked to death. Some of them hurriedly pulled out his arrow bow. Some immediately took the secret weapon stored in a leather bag.

Their movements are quick. Unfortunately it was still losing fast with Zhang Fei and Yao Mei.

Wutt!!!

The youngster delivered a long-range punch with great energy. A wind blew against five people. Because his power was not playful, then with just one attack, they were already helpless.

While Yao Mei, she chose to attack using her thin sword. That extremely sharp sword instantly emitted a bright light. The sword spread.

The slash was launched several times. The remaining eight people were subjected to the sharpness of the heirloom sword. The sound of death was heard almost simultaneously.

One breath later, the man dropped all his weapons. Now they were holding each other's necks that had been scratched by the sword.

Unfortunately, what was done was in vain. Their lives had drifted along with the gusts of mountain wind.

Thirteen heavily armed black men have now been killed. They were killed by the actions of two young warriors.

The incident just happened quickly. The three figures had no one to move. They are still in their own place.

After all, even if they wanted to act in the way of Zhang Fei and Yao Mei's actions, of course the Shadowless Arak God that was there also did not remain silent.

Although he was only alone, but his ability was beyond doubt.

Although two of them did not know how high the greatness of the old figure was, but from the gaze of the eyes alone, at least they already had their own picture.

Meanwhile, after successfully killing the thirteen people earlier, Zhang Fei and Yao Mei immediately returned to their original places.

Both faces are ordinary. His breath was not stingy either. It was as if what they were doing just now was just an easy thing.

"What a very fast movement," said the God Swordsman praising the two. "A tremendous attack,"

"We don't need your praise" Yao Mei said.

"I'm just telling you the truth,"

"Your sword is high enough. Unfortunately you still do not deserve to fight with me, beautiful girl," the Moon Sword King said as he glanced towards Yao Mei.

The girl did not answer. He just kept quiet while looking at her.

"You want to fight him?" ask Zhang Fei.

"Actually yes. But it's a pity that his abilities aren't enough, yet,"

"What if I represent him fighting? I think I can accompany you to play for a while,"

"Oh, really?" asked the Moon Sword King like he was unsure.

"If you don't believe me, why not try it yourself?"

"Hemm, okay. I want to see if you're right or not,"

The Moon Sword King then stepped up. He stopped after walking two spears. Seeing that, Zhang Fei also immediately followed him.

The two swordsmen of different ages were already facing each other.

"If this is how it is, what if we do the same?" asked the Shadowless God Arak to lure the other two figures.

"A good capsule. Rice has become porridge, it seems that it is the only way out" said the Swordsman of the Gods.

Without feeling it, the fourth fart was already heard. That means soon dawn will appear.

Now three people have their opponents. The Shadowless Sword God decided to fight against the God Swordsman.

According to him, he was a pretty decent opponent. Moreover, among the three perverted figures he was a leader.

While Yao Mei was currently already facing off against the Knife Whip. Against this one character, the beautiful girl has the confidence to come out as a winner.

"Start!" said the God Swordsman suddenly shouted out loudly. The call was a sign that the fight would be held.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Six human shadows shot out in unison. Each of them carried out an attack on his own enemy.

The martial world warriors met in the middle of the road. The clash of weapons and palms sounded clearly.

On the right, there was Zhang Fei and the Moon Sword King who were currently already fighting using his sword. The two men had issued their respective jurors.

Because he was consciously dealing with an old figure, Zhang Fei did not want to act recklessly anymore. As soon as the fight began, he had held the Sword of the Conqueror of the Jagad!

The weapon in his hand moved like lightning. The deafening sharp wind squeaks continued to sound every time the sword moved.

The Moon Sword King was quite surprised. In his heart he praised Zhang Fei's abilities. Apparently the kid was really great.

"good. I'm not disappointed to fight you. But, do you still have another style?" he asked as he continued to survive the onslaught of attacks given by Zhang Fei.

In fact, even then he looked quite overwhelmed. It's just that because of his experience already a lot, he was still able to overcome Zhang Fei's attacks using his mainstay skill.

While on one side, Zhang Fei actually felt a little confused. After fighting a few moves, he suddenly realized that the swordsmanship of the heretical figure was quite different from the swordsmanship in general that was scattered in Tionggoan.

"From your skill, I can surmise that you are not from the Yuan Empire," the young man said without stopping his attack.

"If it is, why? You scared?" ask her while smiling coldly.

"Astin't for me to be afraid of a human like you,"

Yush!!!

Zhang Fei increased his power and speed. The attacks created became even more devastating. His sword seemed to vanish from the sight of the eye. All that was seen was a silvery-white ray that was constantly moving tore through the void air.

Watching his opponent more seriously, the Moon Sword King was unwilling to delay any more time. In a hurry, he pulled out his higher-ranking nurse.

"Thousand Full Lights!"

Wutt!!!

A series of sword slashes were launched. The clash between the weapons was heard. Two equally dense sword airs had fused together in one scroll.

The fight was fierce. Twenty steps have passed. But no party involved was desperate. The two continued to attack and defend in turn.

While on one side, Yao Mei was currently being fouled by the Whip of a Blade. The whip shook in the dark of the night.

The three blades from the tip of the three-colored whip continued to threaten Yao Mei's entire body. If someone else was in that position, maybe in the next few moves he had turned into a corpse.

It was fortunate that Yao Mei was not included in it. Meksipun was scorched endlessly, but he was still able to free himself.

His sword moved to fend off the three blades. Yao Mei grimaced softly. His hands were sore every time he met an opponent's weapon.