The Sword God of the South

Helping Old Monk

By the time the old monk's position was increasingly desperate because of the onslaught of his three enemies' attacks that never stopped, at that time Zhang Fei had jumped high from the horse he was riding.

Yush!!!

His body was bouncy high in the air. Zhang Fei clumped a few times then descended in the middle of the courtyard. Right in the middle of the ongoing fight.

Wutt!!!

Zhang Fei directly plucked the Sword of the God King from its scabbard. He quickly gave out a streak of attacks that the naked eye could not follow.

The three heretic warriors were shocked by his appearance. They did not expect the fight would get interference from outsiders.

But because the opportunity to talk was no longer there, the three of them had to fend off the attack given by Zhang Fei first.

The clash of three heirloom weapons sounded loud. The sound is loud even to the point of painful eardrums.

Some of their fighting moves, the three men were then pushed back five steps.

Although the three of them did not suffer any injuries, but their faces clearly described a great sense of wonder.

"Sir, are you okay?" zhang Fei asked after being around him.

"I'm fine, Young Master," the old monk replied with a bitter smile. A moment later he immediately complained of enduring the pain. All the wounds on his body started to cause more pain and so on.

"It looks like the injuries you received are quite severe," Zhang Fei said as he glanced at all the injuries suffered by the old monk.

He then took something out of his pocket, then immediately said again. "Take this pill, let the three bastards take care of me,"

"But ..."

"Don't say much first, monk. Your health is more important," he replied with a serious facial expression.

"All right, Young Master. I see," the old monk complained of a long breath. Although he felt bad for the young man in front of him, but what can be done. What he said just now was not wrong.

The monk then walked to the side. After finding a suitable place, he immediately swallowed the pill then sat down cross-legged to absorb the benefits.

As for Zhang Fei, he had already returned to the middle of the arena by now. He stared at the three heretic warriors standing in front of him.

"Who are you young? It was very brave to interfere in our affairs," said the old man who was in the middle position. He spoke in a loud tone.

His appearance is really rough. His face was sinister with a few deep cuts. In his right hand was a black machete that was holding the face of a demon.

"Whoever I am, you don't need to know. What is clear, I most dislike looking at the swarm of rats that roared an old man," Zhang Fei said with a sinister smile.

"Fuck up!" snapped the old man by his side. "Your mouth is really chatty. It seemed like I had to tear the rotten mouth apart with this heirloom," saying so, his right hand seemed to lift the crescent-shaped curved sword.

"Have it, there's no need to talk to a human like him. We agreed from the beginning, whoever dares to interfere in our affairs, then we will kill that man sadistically" the other man spoke.

Of the three heretic warriors, it felt that the one with the most attractive appearance, was him alone.

The old man was wearing three-colored clothes. Both clothes and pants, everything looks loose. Its mouth is wider and its nose is the beak of an eagle. Anyone who looked at his face, he would definitely instantly feel fed up.

In addition, he was also seen using a knife weapon along one half inch. Although short, but the sharpness of the knife was no doubt.

"Help ..." Zhang Fei gave a cold snort after hearing the words of the three. "I don't think you guys are from the Zhou Empire. Isn't it true what I said?" ask him regardless of their previous words.

"If it's true, then why?" ask the man with the knife.

"You don't need to know. It's none of your business" he snapped.

"Of course it's my business. Since anyone dares to look for trouble in this Empire, then I will kill him," Zhang Fei said in a cold tone. His pair of eyes stared intently at like the eagle said.

"Hahaha .." The three men said simultaneously.

"Much mouths! Accept this!"

The perverted swordsman who used the machete shouted loudly. After that, he launched his first attack.

Wutt!!!

The shadow of the cleaver instantly filled the space. The moves he put out were really great. His speed should also not be viewed lightly.

Zhang Fei already knew that this time he was dealing with three warriors who belonged to the ranks of the first class and had a lot of experience. Therefore, after the warrior attacked, he immediately took a serious action.

"Ending the Moon Eliminates the Shadow!"

The shuttle!!

The series of moves from the Book of Sword Gods was soon held. Two kinds of upper-class moves met directly in the middle of the road.

Two old man colleagues did not want to miss, they quickly intervened in unison.

Now Zhang Fei was faced with three different kinds of upper-class styles. Their attacks came from all sides.

But even so, Zhang Fei was not the slightest bit afraid. It was precisely with great confidence that he began to explore all those attacks.

The fierce battle that took place in the temple grounds was flying the scattered dry leaves. The three heretic warriors increasingly aggressively gave attacks to Zhang Fei.

But the young man himself did not want to lose. After the battle reached twenty-five more moves, he immediately took out the next sword.

"The Sword of the Corn Conqueror!"

Wutt!!! Whoa!!!

The sword shadow. The silvery-white glint of light emitted an extremely pressing sword air.

The fight that happened looked even more intense. Zhang Fei who was previously under the wind, now he was starting to be able to restore his position.

Four warriors with different weapons were still fighting. Among them no one wants to give up. Each wanted to give more rations to his enemy.

At that moment, Zhang Fei had actually already expended his inner power to eight pieces. But because the people faced are not arbitrary, then to paralyze them is not an easy matter.

More than that, the three of them were old generation figures. His battle experience was certainly more than Zhang Fei's. Therefore, even though they lost in terms of skill, they can still be a little superior in terms of strategy.

The sparks created due to the fight were no longer counted. The clothes of the three old swordsmen had already suffered a tear here and there. It happened because they could not hold his body from the sword intent released by the Sword of the God King.

Wutt!!! Whoa!!!

Zhang Fei made a sudden move. His body leaped high, then he sent out an attack from top to bottom.

Three heads of heretical warriors became his main target!