The Sword God of the South

The Angry of the World People Persilatan III

'Damn 'Damn. Apparently the Shadowless Arak God's ability was not nonsense. I think it's too hard to defeat him, Master Lu is deep in his heart.

He realized his own ability was still slightly below the opponent's. Although the difference is not much, but sometimes even a little it can have a greater impact.

"Why are you daydreaming? Are you afraid of fighting with, old demon Lu?"

The Shadowless God of Arak was already in sight. Then he pulled out the next one.

"Fetching Death in the Darkness,"

Wutt!!!

The old man's movements suddenly changed. A series of consecutive blows he launched into several important points. Each blow brought a heat, no wonder that Tian Lu was a little horrified in the face of the second style.

But along with this, he immediately realized from his daydream. In a hurry he pulled a step back. Once the opponent's punch comes back, he is ready to fight with the moves he has.

The battle between the two figures was immediately intense. Although only a few moves, but both of them can not be seen with the naked eye.

Each one of them was already covered by the rays produced from each of its judges.

Tian Lu jumped up. In the air he launched a right-footed kick of money reddened into the headstone.

Plakk!!!

A loud crash was heard. The Shadowless God Arak repelled the attack with his palm. They were pushed back. Tian Lu was clumped in mid-air.

As soon as his feet hit the ground again, he had already attacked again. This time he didn't want to mess around. Especially after realizing how the opponent's ability.

No matter how small of an opportunity was available, Tian Lu was unwilling to waste it so easily.

Whoa!!!

The palm strike was already visible in the middle of the air. The roar of strong winds and heat immediately spread widely throughout the battle area.

He started to scatter the Shadowless Arak God using his flagship moves. Each of those moves should not be looked at lightly, let alone at the moment, Tian Lu had already expended at least eight parts of inner energy.

The sound of the impact between the bones continued to be heard. Although the two were pushed back several times, they did not stop. Both of them continued to attack again with a series of fierce and fierce attacks.

"The Heavy Drunk God!"

The martial World Grandfather shouted quite loudly. A moment later his attack had turned violent. Both fingers are bent to form the beak of an eagle.

The punch he launched looked even more unfounded. More chaotic than the first move issued.

However, in the manner now demonstrated by him, each attack contained an even more serious threat. All the important points in the human body are targeted.

Tian Lu found it difficult to compensate for the opponent's movements. Especially again, he could not read all once in which direction his attack was headed.

If he suspects to the right, but the next attack is to the left. And so on until Tian Lu felt completely dizzy facing the Shadowless Arak God.

But even so, the ability of the old man is indeed not in doubt. Evidently now, although the Shadowless Arak God continued to attack without stopping, Tian Lu was still able to hold on until this second.

The defense he created was very difficult to break down. Every inch of his body was as if it had turned immune.

'Seems like this old jackfruit mastered some sort of Iron Body science. If this is the way, it's useless for me to attack him with the style of the Heavy Drunk God Arak, ' the old man's mind while observing his opponent.

As soon as he realized that, the Shadowless Arak God quickly jumped backwards. But apparently Tian Lu did not want to stop just like that.

He continued to hunt forward. He lunged like a tiger that would pounce on its prey. His movements were met with serious threats.

In the fist is now contained energy that is not small. If only the punch would succeed in hitting the target, the Shadowless Arak God would suffer a serious injury to the head.

Wutt!!! Plakk!!!

His right hand was pushed forward. Tian Lu's punch managed to get him to tank. Instead, the Shadowless Arak God was pushed up to two steps. In addition, the hand used to fend off these also feels sore.

'He's getting serious. Hemm .. well, I won't lose either" he said.

While on the other hand, initially the characters present had not been involved. Both sides were still standing in their original place.

But after the fight between the Shadowless Arak God and Tian Lu heated up even more, they couldn't help themselves anymore.

Without any command or cue, suddenly they were just standing, now each of them has lunged forward.

Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan was directly against two enemies. According to him, combined, it felt like their abilities were almost on par with Tian Lu's.

Although to defeat him was not easy, but he was confident of being able to do so.

"I think you can accompany me to play around for a while" he said as he launched an attack on them.

While the other three figures, currently they each have faced one person.

If the others had already started the fight, Zhang Fei hadn't. He was still standing in front of his old enemy candidate.

"Old man, you better just give up. I can't bear to beat you up," Zhang Fei said with a mocking smile.

"Snitchy shit! That's so sassy of your mouth,"

"Not presumptuous. I'm just telling the truth. I'm afraid shit because I've beaten up a smelly old man like you,"

"Rotten fart! Feel this!"

Kingg!!!

The old man was already unable to contain his anger. He immediately pulled out the machete stored at the waist, then jumped forward while sending a loud bang.

The chopsticks pointed towards the head, easily Zhang Fei was able to dodge the first strike.

"You don't deserve to play a machete. You'd rather be lying on a bed" Zhang Fei sneered at him.

"Don't say much. Unplug your sword right now!"

While saying so, the old man had already charged again towards Zhang Fei. A sharp gulp shot out in mid-air. Admittedly, the attack was quick.

If his opponent was a first-rate swordsman, maybe in a few moments he would be in a desperate position.

It was fortunate that Zhang Fei's abilities were already higher than first-rate swordsmen. Therefore, even though the opponent continued to attack, but he could still dodge in his own way.

The moves by the moves have passed. The old man was still attacking Zhang Fei to this day.

Since there was no other choice, he was forced to pull out the Sword of the God King stored on his back.

Kingg!!!

A silvery-white light illuminated the surroundings for an instant. In the next instant Zhang Fei began to serve every strike of a machete waged by his enemy.