The Sword God of the South

Debt Relief

The man was wearing black clothes. The way it goes is similar to other people. So does the shape and features of his body.

What distinguishes him from others is only one, which is located in his eyeballs.

The eyeballs are grayish in color. His gaze was empty and heartless.

In the martial world, who else had such eyeballs, except the Farewell Swordsman?

The person he was referring to was he. It turned out that the Grandfather of the Perseverance cult really kept his promise!

Some time later, he had already arrived in front of the gate. The two guards who saw his arrival did not react. They just stood in their respective places while continuing to look towards him.

The Swordsman of Farewell himself did not speak. He just kept walking in front of her. It was as if there were no gatekeepers there.

The old man continued his footsteps. As soon as he arrived at the front yard, he immediately stopped and looked towards the main entrance.

Meanwhile, at the same time, Zhang Fei and the Four Profound World Elders had also walked out of the meeting room. When Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan said as before, not long after that they immediately moved from there.

When he arrived at the entrance, the old man spoke again.

"He's waiting for you on the front page, Chairman Fei," he said in seriousness.

"Yes, I can also feel his presence," Zhang Fei replied as he nodded.

The two main guards opened the door immediately. Once open, it turned out to be true, in the front yard there was already someone standing like a statue.

Zhang Fei smiled. I don't know what smile he gave me. Almost no one saw that smile.

"The only thing is that you actually came to keep your promise," said the Shadowless God Arak as soon as they arrived in front of him.

"I'm not a person who likes to break promises" replied the Farewell Swordsman insipidly.

"Yes, we know that,"

Everyone in the martial world knows how it is. Although he came from a cult, but at least the Sword Swordsman of Farewell is not a person who likes to break promises. Especially if the promise was made by him.

"We've also delivered your message to Chairman Fei. Even now he's here,"

"Yes, from the beginning I knew,"

"Now, I leave everything to you two,"

The four martial World Grandfathers instantly retreated three steps back. They stood on the sidelines looking at the two swordsmen before him.

"Chairman Fei, we meet again," said the Farewell Swordsman flatly.

"I also didn't expect that we would meet in such a short period of time," Zhang Fei said with a light laugh. "More unexpected, it turns out that Master also respects me,"

To him, the title of Chairman Fei was a priceless honor. Whoever called it that way, it could be said that the person already respected him.

Unexpectedly, even a class of heretical grandfathers like the Swordsman of Farewell called it the same name.

"You can respect me, why can't I?"

"Haha ... Mr. Wu is right. I'm happy about this,"

"Unfortunately, I didn't come here to give you an honor. Let alone having fun with you," The Farewell Swordsman drew face while saying fiercely to him.

"Yes, I already know that. Didn't Mr. Wu come here because he wanted to collect our debt and promise that day?"

"Certainly,"

"alright. I'm ready to pay for it,"

The wind blows pretty hard. The hair and clothing of the six martial world figures who were there fluttered over because of it.

The Farewell Sword Swordsman looked at Zhang Fei very sharply. In the past, when stared at like that, then Zhang Fei would feel a fear that was difficult to explain.

He returned the sharp glare given by him.

"Take out your sword!" the heretical grandfather said no more pleasantries.

"My sword will be uprooted when your sword is about to touch me,"

"alright. See attack!"

Without wasting much more time, the Farewell Swordsman instantly whipped out his weapon that was always stored on his back.

Kingg!!!

A loud voice sounded deafening. A silvery-white light instantly came rolling towards Zhang Fei.

The series of events lasted very short. The lower class warriors would definitely not be able to see it clearly.

The branch!!!

Before the death-bearer's sword hit Zhang Fei's throat, the God King's Sword had already come out of the scabbard and instantly resisted the opponent's attack.

Two heirloom gun rods stuck to each other. Their faces met at such a close distance.

Sparks of sparks soon soared high. The gazes of their eyes also clashed and emitted an invisible spark.

The four martial World Grandfathers who watched the duel held their breaths deeply. It was as if they did not want to miss this so rare moment.

Yush!!!

The Farewell Swordsman pulled himself back. As soon as his sword came loose, he immediately continued with a slash that pointed towards the neck.

Zhang Fei pulled his head. The tip of the opponent's sword passed a few inches in front of him.

Not stopping there, the heretic grandfather again launched a fast and dangerous attack.

The two top-tier swordsmen had already started to battle with their respective successors. A loud clash began to sound without stopping.

Zhang Fei jumped up high. In the middle of the air he overlapped in order to avoid the consecutive attacks given by his opponent.

The movements of the two people involved were really quick. They seemed to turn into a trace of shadow that could not be touched by a single set.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

A violent collision occurred. The two were immediately pushed back four steps.

In his heart, the Farewell Swordsman secretly felt shocked by Zhang Fei's progress. He did not believe that in a short time, it turned out that the young man was able to experience a very rapid increase.

'This kid is really special. I guess, he is indeed suitable to be the Chair of the martial World, ' his inner voice said.

He can't deny that. Inevitably, he had to admit the truth.

"The Sword of the Gods!"

Zhang Fei suddenly shouted out loud. The last step as well as being the ultimate move that he has relied on, has been held with nine parts of energy.

The silvery-white light that dazzled the eyes instantly moved freely in the middle of the air. The sword light was like an endless rain.

Farewell Swordsman who at that time was daydreaming, would be very surprised about it.

Fortunately, he was not a low-class swordsman. So that he can still control himself while saving his life from the rampage of the opponent.

Right now, the grandfather of the cult is moving to and fro. He tried to dodge every single sword slap that was heading towards him.

Every now and then, the Farewell Sword Swordsman banged his sword with the God King Sword.