The Sword God of the South

The Thirty Black Banner Party Members

Dozens of all-black human shadows continued to dart without ever stopping. They are like raindrops that never give a pause even if only a moment.

The glint of the sharp weapon was increasingly dazzling to the eyes. The yellow dust is also getting higher and thicker, so it covers the barren field.

Seeing how brutal the other party was, Zhang Xin did not panic. He even appeared more calm. More steady than ever.

During some moves, the Lightning Sword had not yet given a counterattack. He just dodged or repelled it.

Zhang Xin was a very thorough person. He also did not want to waste his strength.

Therefore, in every fight he went through, the famous swordsman never moved much. He just moves as necessary.

But even so, once it moves, then the results do not need to be asked again.

For him, one movement he did must produce maximum results. That one move cannot fail. Once it fails, it will be the same.

Right now, after seeing how the strategy and attack style of all the opponents were, even the Lightning Sword finally understood what he had to do.

He suddenly disappeared from where he was standing. A few seconds later, he had already reappeared behind some of his enemies.

Wutt!!! Srett!!!

Once his sword moved freely, no less than seven people had collapsed to their deaths.

The old man's movements were really fast. So that at a glance, he seemed to disappear like a story in every fairy tale.

Fresh blood poured back into the airy soil. Now, fifteen Black Panji Party members had already collapsed in the middle of the fighting arena.

Those who were victims of the fierceness of the Lightning Sword suffered different injuries. Some were pierced, some were scratched by the sharpness of the heirloom sword belonging to the old man.

Seeing that fifteen of his colleagues had already been victims, the remaining fifteen members felt unacceptable. Instead of realizing that the ability of the opponent is far above them, those people actually apply increasingly determined.

The clashing and shrill screams began to echo back into the middle of the void air. The voices sounded ferocious, like the roars of a group of ferocious wolves in the middle of a forest.

The Lightning Sword stared intently at the fifteen members who were now charging towards it. The heirloom sword in his right hand was still shedding blood.

Fresh blood from the victims!

Then, will the sword now ask the victim back?

Yush!!!

Zhang Xin darted out using the science of lightening his body which had already reached an extremely high stage. This time he did not want to wait any longer.

Rather than staying in his original position, for now, he would rather attack!

In just one blink of an eye, he had arrived amidst the crowd of Black Banner Party members!

When the distance was very close, his sword immediately moved. Moving very fast and fiercely.

The loud twang between weapons met. Dozens of weapons were thrown up and made broken into two to three parts.

For others, breaking an opponent's weapon may be difficult. But for the Lightning Sword it was the opposite.

The sound of pain began to sound. The groaning of enduring the pain that is so much more heartbreaking.

Fewer than twelve, the fifteen remaining members of the Black Banner Party, have now suffered a similar fate to their previous counterparts.

All of these events were brief. Combined, it probably won't take more than twenty minutes.

After that, everything came back. The Lightning Sword returned to its position, while the thirty members of the Black Banner Party returned to the Netherworld King!

The mountain wind suddenly blew quite strong. The fishy smell of blood instantly smelled clear.

The three Kanglam Demon were still there. Since the course of the fight until it was over, they had not intervened yet. They are still standing in the starting place.

As a top-class figure, of course the three old men were unwilling to join the fight with the members. In addition to the different classes, they also feel unyielding to gang up on the other party with that amount.

"Great, great," the sound of applause suddenly sounded. It turned out that the one clapping was the Mad Beggar. He said while laughing as if something was amusing.

The old man walked over towards the Lightning Sword. After pausing for a while, he resumed speaking.

"It turns out the news about the greatness of the Lightning Sword is not nonsense. From time to time, your swordsmanship skills have actually improved tremendously. Admired, really amazed," he said in praise.

Zhang Xin smiled when he heard that remark. He immediately said, "No courage, no courage. My abilities are still far inferior when compared to the Mad Beggar,"

"Hahaha ..." the old man suddenly laughed out loud as he raised his head to the sky. "No need to go down like that. I know where you've got the ability. Therefore, I also want to ask you for a lesson,"

While saying so, the Mad Beggar immediately made preparations. He immediately put up his horses.

"Aihh, how could I possibly want to miss this. I also want to ask for a hint from you," not to lose to the Mad Beggar, the Perverted Spear suddenly said as it walked closer to its companion.

"Two of my colleagues have offered themselves, yes I have to be quiet. Can't, can't. I want the same thing with them, too,"

The Thousand Tasbih Monk had also not restrained himself anymore. He walked with light steps, his right hand continued to rotate the large seeds of prayer beads.

It was as if he was praising the majesty of the Buddha. Though in reality, he was measuring roughly to the point where Zhang Xin was actually capable of.

Now, the Three Demon Kanglams were already in their respective positions. The two sides whose names have been shaking the lake river, have faced each other.

They were only about ten steps away. To people like him, ten steps was like two steps. Once it moved, the opponent's body could be instantly reached!

In another position, the Lightning Sword was seen standing quietly. His eyes looked at the Three Demon Kanglam.

The clear black eyeball stared fixedly at the three perverted figures.

"Who will go first?" he asked after he had been silent for a long time.

"We are a unit. One goes forward, the other two move forward. This time of year you don't know?" replied the Mad Beggar with a grinning smile.

"Hemm .. So, now the virility of the Three Kanglam Demon is gone?"

"Not gone, we have always been like this before" said the Thousand Tasbih Monk, gesturing with his hands.