The Sword God of the South

Black Smoke

In about twenty moves only, the Shadowless Arak God had managed to dominate the fighting arena.

Actually, Ji Tong's ability was already on par with a first-rate swordsman. But unfortunately he was still too careless and always looked down on every one of his enemies.

It was because in the end all the abilities he had could not come out. Even if there is something that can be used, it is still not perfect because basically he does it based on lust.

The main problem of Ji Tong was that he never calmed down. Whatever is done by him must never be counted carefully.

Though as a swordsman who already has high abilities, he should have been able to take into account all kinds of things. He should also be able to be calm.

His ability is no longer low. So, what's he worried about?

Unfortunately, it never managed to be mastered perfectly by Ji Tong. He always acted recklessly.

Therefore, it is not surprising that at this time he became confused himself. Now the moves can no longer be deployed. His magic power could not be used either, as the Shadowless Arak God continued to attack him without stopping.

During these twenty moves, Ji Tong could only survive without being able to counterattack.

The longer he stays in this position, the more he gets tired. Finally, just as the fight between them reached twenty-five ranks, the Shadowless Arak God's Pure Gold Jars had successfully hit its main target

Prosecutors!!!

"Oh!!!"

The screams of death sounded terrifying. His voice was heard to a place far away. Even the soldiers who were fighting nearby had stopped the fight and they immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

Ji Tong's head instantly crumbled as the Pure Gold Jars slammed into his head in a crushing manner. Fresh blood came out and instantly soaked his entire body.

Ji Tong's death was truly heartbreaking. In just a short time, it was as if he had turned into a blood human.

The event was short-lived. Snake Grandfather did not have time to provide assistance to his students, because indeed the time available was not much anymore.

At the time of watching his disciple lying on the ground, he did not know how to behave. He just stood up and looked at his crumbling head.

His feelings are mixed now. The anger in his soul blazes like fire in hell.

But even though it is true, as much as possible he still tried to maintain his calm.

The Snake Grandfather inhaled and exhaled several times. He did that so that his heart would become a little calmer.

"What an incredible gesture" he said after feeling calm.

"of course. And at this time your only disciple has been killed horribly," said the Shadowless God Arak with a mocking smile.

"Yes, I know. And he died of his own recklessness, "the Snake Grandfather replied.

His words sounded very deep. From the look on his face, anyone could tell that he was holding back his grief.

"Very unfortunate. Your students are also talented. If he's going to fix himself, I'm sure in a year's time, he's going to be a matchmaker,"

The Shadowless God Arak said the truth. As an old generation figure who was full of experience, of course he could give such an assessment easily.

Especially against the swordsman whose age was below his own.

"really. But unfortunately now he had died," the Snake Grandfather said in an ice-cold tone. His pair of sharp and ferocious eyes, stared at his interlocutor without blinking.

"And now, are you going to avenge his death?"

Suddenly Grandpa Snake made preparations again. The wand he put on the ground. After channeling magic power throughout the stick, he immediately shot forward while lowering his ultimate attack.

"Black Snake Poison!"

"The Death-Bearer's Perverted Wand!"

Yush!!! Wutt!!!

The size of the snake's exposed head suddenly spouted a pitch-black smoke. The smoke instantly filled their entire battle area.

Apparently the conjecture of the Shadowless God Arak before proved to be true. The size of the snake's head could indeed remove a dangerous poison!

He himself was a little late to overcome it. As a result, the old man felt his breath tight and his chest hurt greatly. It was as if something was squeezing.

'Damn 'Damn. I was late in protecting my body, ' his grunts in my heart.

Simultaneously, he hurriedly jumped back first and channeled pure air. The Shadowless Arak God also tried to suppress the poison so as not to spread throughout the body.

After that, he immediately lunged and welcomed the fierce attack of the opposing staff.

A fierce fight ensued amidst a dense black puff of smoke that gave off a foul smell. Not willing to take too high a risk, forced Shadowless Arak God to fight while holding his breath.

But that's not a significant obstacle. Because the attack is still very violent and also dangerous.

The wine jars and sticks kept meeting. A loud sound and sparks came to color the fight of the two.

For a while, they continued to fight. The two attacked each other and held on in turn.

About fifteen moves later, the supply of the Shadowless Arak God's breath was almost depleted. It's starting to feel tight. The torment of the poisonous fumes returned him alive.

Although only a little, but the danger posed is also not kidding.

"Anger God Arak!"

The old man shouted very loudly. After which, he immediately expended all his remaining strength and abilities.

The Shadowless Arak God's movement became changed. Now it's much faster, more precise, and even more dangerous.

Gold beams came from all corners of the wind. A buzzing sound like thousands of bees could also be heard piercing the ears.

Snake Grandfather began to disturb his concentration. Especially after he heard the sound of the hum.

The Shadowless God of Arak knew about it. And he didn't waste the opportunity just like that. While snapping loudly, he immediately jumped forward and then swung the Pure Gold Jars at his enemy.

Prosecutors!!! Bukk!!

Grandfather Snake exclaimed loudly. Before his voice disappeared, his body had collapsed first. Once on the ground, his life instantly floated.

Having already known that his enemy had died, without much delaying any more time, the Shadowless God Arak immediately leapt back as far as possible.

"Hahh .. hahh .. hahh ..." He exhaled and inhaled it several times with rapid movements.

The Grandfather of the martial world really felt breathless. It was fortunate that he had now been freed from the blob of poison that was currently starting to fade away.

"The old devil is really sneaky. Fortunately, I can still survive. Well ... although I need a short time if I want to completely eliminate the effects of this poison," he complained slowly. After that go straight to the other side.