The Sword God of the South

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When his efforts came to fruition, Zhang Fei immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Really, he felt as if he had just come out of a death hole.

Although the size of the Devil Swamp was not too broad, but indeed the swamp was able to bring its own horrors. Zhang Fei himself did not know what the cause was. Clearly, he felt something like that.

Now that he was still running using the science of lightening the body, he slightly reduced his speed as he started to feel tired.

But not to mention the distance was really far from the Demon Swamp, Zhang Fei suddenly stopped his steps. The reason for that was because right now in front of there, there was already someone standing waiting for him!

The man stood his back. He was wearing black clothes. On his back was also a sword of the same color.

From a distance of ten spears, Zhang Fei could already feel the dense killer air escaping from the person's body.

Who her? Why block his steps? Was that figure the accomplice of General Gu?

All sorts of questions suddenly appeared. But of all that, not a single question has been answered.

He stared at the man's back for a moment. About three breaths later, Zhang Fei started walking again.

"Sorry, who is this Master?" zhang Fei asked as the distance got closer.

He waited long enough for an answer. Unfortunately until a few minutes later, the person did not give any answers. He stood up straight without saying!

"Excuse me sir, I want to hitchhike through," he continued.

Zhang Fei stepped back. But just walking three steps, suddenly the killer air released by the person even felt more concentrated. So thick, to the point of making him unable to breathe freely.

"Sir, why did you block my path? Is there any other need?" Zhang Fei asked again. His tone is polite. After all, he did not know who the figure in front of him was.

More than that, he also assumed that the person must not be an arbitrary human being.

If not a swordsman choose a match, surely he is a swordsman without a match, or an influential figure in the martial world.

Yeah, he's pretty sure about that. Because only such people are able to bring out a murderous air this close.

"Is your name Zhang and your name Fei?" after a long moment of silence, the man finally began to speak.

His voice was flat and cold. From every single word he spoke, it was as if an unseen force could not be resisted.

Meanwhile, asked that, Zhang Fei immediately replied.

"Right, sir," he said while nodding.

"You saved the girl?" ask the person further.

"Yes, I managed to take him away. Even now it's in my lap,"

Although the figure did not mention the name of the girl in question, Zhang Fei already knew the direction of the conversation.

If it wasn't Yin Yin the girl he was referring to, who else would it be?

"good. Very good work. You never disappoint,"

"Thank you. Now, can I continue on, sir?"

"Can't!" answer the man firmly.

"Can't you? Why can't I?" Zhang Fei was curious. He was getting upset, but he tried to stay polite.

"You can only continue your journey after defeating me,"

While talking like that, the person also twisted his body. Now he was facing Zhang Fei.

He was looking at her with a mysterious look.

Zhang Fei was shocked. Instantly, his hair stood up when indirectly his pair of eyes met the eyes of the opponent.

But it is precisely behind that emptiness that is tucked away a power that cannot be explained in words.

Zhang Fei did not speak for a moment. He lowered his head slightly while closing the eyes of several breaths.

"Who is this Master really?" ask again after he managed to master himself.

"My name ... Wen Wu," the person replied one word for another.

"What?" he's surprised. Zhang Fei involuntarily let out a stifled cry upon hearing the name.

Wen Wu's?

He was no stranger to that name. Even Zhang Fei felt like he had heard his name before this.

But, where is it?

When he was thinking, suddenly the Yin Yin within his lap spoke in a slow voice.

"He ... he is the one who has fought with me and Yu Yuan,"

"Ah ... So, is he the one?"

"really. It's him,"

He then looked back at the figure in front of him. Although the pair of eyeballs still gave the same sensation as before, but this time Zhang Fei continued to stare and tried to expel the feeling of horror in his mind.

Before he took his next action, Zhang Fei first walked up to a shady tree. He took down Yin Yin Yin and told her to wait there.

"Miss Yin, you wait a minute. I will face this person first," Zhang Fei said trying to contain the anger.

"But ..he is not an ordinary swordsman," Yin Yin said worriedly.

"I knew. But I'm sure I can deal with it,"

Without waiting for the answer from the girl again, Zhang Fei immediately returned to where he was before.

The atmosphere there is still quiet. The two martial world figures who had faced each other, still closed their mouths.

"So, you're Wen Wu's Farewell Swordsman?" zhang Fei asked again.

"really. How do you know that? Did the girl tell you?" he asked while glancing at Yin Yin.

"No," Zhang Fei replied as he shook his head. "I knew you before,"

"Oh?" The Farewell Sword Swordsman raised both eyebrows. But his mouth spoke nothing.

"You are one of the Patriarchs of the Black World. A figure that is very feared opponent respected friend. Your abilities are already very high. Everyone feels good about you. And again, your position in the green jungle is also not low,"

Zhang Fei said out loud. It was as if he had intentionally done so that all the forest dwellers would hear his words.

On the other hand, the Sword Swordsman of Farewell did not respond. He still remained silent and only stared at Zhang Fei intently.

"But it's a pity .." he resumed his words. "A figure like you, it is to the heart to fight with two young girls who are nothing compared to your abilities. I was curious, what if the martial world found out about this? Aren't you going to be everyone's laughingstock?"

Zhang Fei ended his words with a cynical smile. A humbling smile!

But it turns out, the Swordsman of Farewell is just like not caring about the speech. His face has not changed. His eyes are still the same.

"You know? Actually I did it because I had to," he said sighing heavily.

"Omong empty!"