The Sword God of the South

The Elite Swordsman of Imperial Palace I

Not long after the old man's words were finished, there immediately came out two high-strength warriors. When viewed from the age, maybe both have only reached about forties.

His age is not too old, but his ability is no longer in doubt.

From the left corner, a warrior in all-white clothes looks to be walking lightly. So light, to the extent that ordinary people see that both soles of his feet do not tread to the ground.

The white clothes were adorned by golden yellow stripes. To make himself appear more handsome again.

In a short while, the King's Swordsman had already arrived at the spokesman's side. He immediately stared fixedly at Zhang Fei.

Along with his arrival, from the right corner there is also a person who walks. This guy's steps are heavy. Even each of his footprints seemed to be slightly darting into the ground.

That person was wearing a black red outfit. On his back was a black-gloved sword with a red ronce.

Although his sword had not been pulled out, but all the swordsmen could already feel the sword intents were so strong.

'Is this the Blood Drop Sword Swordsman intended?' zhang Fei wondered as he occasionally glanced at her.

How to walk the Blood Drip Swordsman is indeed slower than the King's Swordsman. But make no mistake, each step seemed to bring a mountain of beauty.

Zhang Fei shuddered in horror as he felt a murderous chill so intensely escaping from every point on his body.

After a while later, finally the Blood Drip Sword Swordsman arrived at the place that had been provided.

Now the two warriors who would be Zhang Fei's opponents were already in their respective positions. They were just waiting for the spokesperson to start the fight.

Almost all the eyes that exist at this time are fixed on the two newly present figures. The martial world swordsmen also wondered in their hearts where the two of them came from.

Keep in mind, the Blood Drip Swordsman and the King's Swordsman were the elite warriors of the Imperial Palace.

If the situation of the Imperial Palace was not really precarious, they very rarely brought themselves up.

Despite other duties from the Emperor, elite warriors like them would carry out their duties in secret.

So it is natural that almost no one knows him.

Not being famous does not mean not being great. When talking about ability, it feels like the two people are already equivalent to a swordsman choose a match or even more than that.

The atmosphere instantly returned silent at the moment the spokesperson gave a signal to be silent.

"The warriors who will fight are already present in our midst. Now, let's take a look at this test of ability," the spokesman said loudly.

He then turned his head towards Zhang Fei, "Young Master Fei, who will you choose as the first opponent?" tanyakanya.

"I chose the King's Swordsman," Zhang Fei replied quickly and decisively.

"Okay" the spokesman nodded. "King's Swordsman, please step into the middle of the arena,"

The person in question immediately walked forward and immediately made preparations.

Now the two sides that will fight are already facing each other.

"Start!" said shouting.

As soon as the conversation was heard, both Zhang Fei and the King's Swordsman, both of them immediately attacked with empty-handed moves.

The King's Swordsman arrived earlier than Zhang Fei. It seemed that in terms of attack speed, Zhang Fei was still losing slightly below him.

The palm strike has been issued. Each palm is capable of destroying a rock as big as a buffalo. From this it could be imagined just how high the profound energy he had.

Fortunately, Zhang Fei's abilities had also progressed tremendously. So that he is not too afraid to clash with the opponent.

Plakk!!!

Clashes between the hands occur. The two warriors were pushed back one step back.

Transparent wind rolls came crashing like waves. The King's Swordsman thrust his hand forward to dispel the move.

Blamm!!!

The energy in the end is inevitable. The explosion that blew away the thick dust was short-lived.

Now it is the turn of the King's Swordsman who attacks with his style.

"The Buddha's Path Through the Sky!"

Wutt!!!

His body moved forward there. As soon as he arrived before Zhang Fei, the King's Swordsman immediately showered the young man with the shadows of his palms.

Zhang Fei was depressed. His position was a little desperate after constantly being showered with attacks without stopping.

Some parts of his body had already been hit by the attack quite severely. It was fortunate that Zhang Fei had already prepared everything, so that the consequences were not too severe.

The fight is the subject of everyone's attention. Those present looked very serious about witnessing it.

The Emperor and the Four Great World Elders seated on the pulpit were also the same. In addition to being amazed at the people involved, they also feel fascinated by it.

This was arguably the first event they could see the elite swordsmen of the Imperial Palace directly.

And after watching it, everyone was satisfied.

His abilities were completely different from those of most warriors.

But Zhang Fei did not give up. Although it continues to be attacked without ever giving a pause, but he can still stay in his position.

A moment ago when he had a good chance, Zhang Fei immediately took out his mainstay empty-handed stance.

When the Talisman of the God of Death was held, immediately the Swordsman of the King felt something else.

Suddenly the energy contained in each of his attacks did not work. It was as if he had struck into the deepest ocean.

Not only that, even he felt that there was a tremendous attraction from the opponent's body.

'good. My Death God's Palm Skillet has already undergone many changes. His suction power is getting bigger. Now is a good time to get everything back,'

Yush!!!

Zhang Fei added his strength. He pushed the King's Swordsman's body and caught up with him by sending a swift and fierce counterattack.

Thousands of palms seemed to have filled the fighting arena. The King Swordsman choked, he wanted to dodge all the opponent's attacks. Unfortunately, the effort did not produce results.

So inevitably he must be a life samsak for his opponent.

Zhang Fei's palm was hunting down. The heat he released grew even more intense.

Without feeling the fight has reached sixty moves. During that time, their positions always alternate. It was just that having found the opponent's weak points, Zhang Fei was more and more in a favorable position.

"Hiatt!!!"

Zhang Fei lunged forward. His movements were like a tiger about to pounce on prey.

Blamm!!!

The palm of the hand firmly hit the heart. The King Swordsman was thrown seven steps away and instantly vomited blood at that very instant.

"I gave up" he said in a kneeling position.