The Sword God of the South

Twin Brothers Looking to Die

In the middle of that lonely silent night, dozens of human lives had already floated in the hands of an old man named Pek Ma. The time it took to kill twenty Black Panji Party members was not long.

If calculated with certainty, maybe he only needs about fifteen minutes to do this.

Whether since when, the wooden box that was previously held next to the hand, now was behind. Both sides of the wooden box are tied by cloth. So he just took her. It was as if the wooden box was a sword.

Dozens of human corpses were already lying on the ground. Mixed with charred ash and building debris that has fused with the ground.

None of them shed blood. Except just a little.

It happened because the Palm of the Hand of Death had released its manager to kill these people.

Do not forget, he has almost perfectly mastered the style of the Nine Perverted Palms.

In today's martial world, which man does not know him? Which green jungle character, who does not know the greatness of the style of his creation?

Five heretical figures who are already under the control of the Black Panji Party still stand. They couldn't believe seeing what he had witnessed just now.

Those people could do nothing, except to strengthen their resolve.

"Who else wants to try my hand?"

The Palms of Death asked as they looked at them with sharp eyes.

He was determined, if all five wanted to act, then he would kill him mercilessly.

Meanwhile, being asked so, the five people were of course half-dead confused.

In front of him, the Three Kanglam Demons were unable to do much. They knew where the greatness of the Palm of the Hand of Death was.

Therefore, if not forced, those people certainly do not want to look for trouble.

"Mr Pek, may I ask you a question?" asked the Thousand Tasbih Monk breaking the silence.

"What's your question?"

"Why don't you give me that wooden box? With your abilities already this high, I don't think you need any more weapons or heirlooms, either,"

As a person who is almost one generation, the Thousand Tasbih Monk certainly knows where the height of knowledge of the Palm of the Hand of Death.

Moreover, he was also a martialist who was on the same road. Of course, he knows this old man very well.

If he wanted to, with just his two palms alone, the Palm of Death Hand could do something that others might not be able to do.

Just relying on the Nine False Palms' skill alone, it felt like he could easily kill many martial figures.

The Thousand Tasbih Monk knew very well about it. But, why did the old man still need the wooden box?

He was clearly astonished at what the Palm of the Hand of Death was doing. So he decided to ask.

"Hemm, before replying, I also want to ask you," said the old man.

"What's that?"

"You also have a very high ability. But why do you still want to snatch this wooden box from me?"

"Origin Mr. Pek knows it," said the Demon Spear. "Even if we tried to take that wooden box from you, it wasn't for us. We don't need it at all,"

"Will this wooden box be handed over to someone?" tanyanya made sure while smiling cynically.

"Ehmm, you could say so," he replied, nodding his head.

The old man already knew that the five heretic figures before him now, in fact they were already under the control of the Black Banner Party.

But because he did not want to talk much, he decided to act ignorant.

"If so, then I'm just like you. I brought this wooden box, not really for me. I'm gonna hand it to someone,"

"So you're under someone's control?" ask the Crazy Beggar.

"No," Pek Ma replied as he shook his head.

"Did someone order you?"

"Also not,"

"Then?"

"This is all my own will. And I'll give this wooden box to him who's more entitled,"

"He is more right? Can you tell him more clearly?" asked the Thousand Tasbih Monk back.

"I can't explain it. More than that, I can't talk any further with you. Now I have to go, please give way,"

Finished speaking, the Palm of Death's Hands immediately stepped forward. He paid no more attention to the five people standing in front of him.

He walked as if in that place he was only one. It was as if there was no one else.

Seeing the decision that could not be contested, the Three Demon Kanglam would not want to have to step aside and give way for him.

They already knew that if he denied it, it was not impossible if the Palm of the Hand of Death would make him take his life by force.

The old man had finally been within a considerable distance. As of now, no one had dared to block his footsteps.

Who would have thought, when the distance that was adrift reached about fifteen steps, suddenly two human shadows shot out at lightning speed.

The Twin Gem Swordsman has already acted! They immediately launched a machete style that is second to none.

The shadow of the cleaver covered the dark sky. The silvery light shone under the light of the moon.

His attack was swift and swift. With a very sudden movement, with such a close distance, it felt like in this world there would be no one capable of saving him.

Never mind that, avoiding attacks also feels impossible.

Too bad, the Palm of the Hand of Death is an exception.

Before the two machete sticks locked himself further, he suddenly turned his body and immediately pulled out one of his mainstay moves.

Blamm!!

A loud and heavy voice sounded. The shock wave caused the dust to billow high.

Two machete sticks were immediately broken and bounced away. Two of the owners were thrown back to their original place.

They immediately collapsed onto the ground in terrible conditions. Clothes on the chest are torn. There are also palms there.

The former can be seen clearly.

More than that, the two people who nicknamed the Twin Gem Swordsman, are now in a state of lifelessness.

They're dead! Killed with just one attack!

After successfully killing the two, the Death Hand Palm immediately resumed its footsteps. Do not care, even looking back is not.

"He is truly a demon," muttered the Demon Spear slowly.

"It is a shame that the fate of the two twin brothers is lost" said the Mad Beggar.

"Both died of their own behavior. They themselves knew who the old man was. Who would have thought, it turns out that the First Swordsman of Twins is stupid," said the Monk of a Thousand Tasbih.

The three people then disappeared immediately in the dark of the night. Right after the shadow of Pek Ma's body was not seen anymore.