The Sword God of the South

The Battle at the Temple of the Thousand Gods I

Time keeps passing. The morning sun is getting to a higher point. The weather was very clear today. There are no clouds above the sky. The radiance of sunlight has illuminated the virtual world.

Debt-dwelling birds fly free from their respective nests. The residents of the surrounding city also wake up and start carrying out their daily activities.

The boisterous sounds of the people on the highway sounded quite clear. In those streets there were many people passing by.

From a distance, Mount Thai San looks so beautiful as if to penetrate the high sky. The mountain could no longer be described with words.

Unfortunately, this beauty cannot be felt. At least for today. Especially for the members of the Thousand Gods Temple.

After about thirty minutes of waiting, suddenly a huge bell that was at the top of the cliff sounded.

The fist!!! The fist!!! The fist!!!

The bell made of brass was rung three times. His voice is so loud. Just like the sound of the eagle screeching in the middle of space.

All the disciples who were about to engage in the battle earlier instantly raised their vigilance.

It happened because the sound of the bell three times a sign of danger!

That means, the invading party has arrived and will soon enter the territory of the Thousand Gods Temple!

"Chairman Fei, they've come, already" said the Farewell Swordsman as he looked downwards.

"Yes, I can also see it, Master Wu," Zhang Fei replied in a serious tone.

The two top-class figures of the martial world continued to look ahead. They don't talk to each other as usual.

Passed some time later, the Farewell Swordsman said again.

"His tune came a little more than I expected, Chairman Fei,"

"Yes, you're right, Mr. Wu. The seven people behind it, seemed to be some higher-ups of the Black Banner Party,"

"If not, they would have been the core disciples of his higher-ups. I could know two of the seven" said the Farewell Swordsman.

Don't forget, he's a perverted figure. He even served as a Patuk Dunia Persilatan. His experience and knowledge are also extensive. The green jungle people he knew also need not be doubted.

So it was only natural that the Farewell Swordsman could know some of them. Especially because they are from the same group.

"Chairman Fei, when will we intervene?" ask him further.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Wu. I think, the upper-class disciples of the Thousand Gods Temple can withstand the army that the enemy brought. It is better that we choose a worthy opponent" Zhang Fei said.

"Okay, Chairman Fei. I agree,"

They fell silent again while quietly preparing themselves.

Down there, the battle has begun. As soon as the enemy troops entered the Thousand Gods Temple area, the upper-class disciples of the temple had already immediately welcomed his arrival.

The sticks made of chosen wood and the machete-eyed spear were already flying over the air freely. The sound of screams that brought forth a burning spirit began to be heard.

One by one the disciples of the Thousand Gods Temple began to gain their respective opponents. The clash between the sticks, the machete-eyed spear and the other weapons increasingly sounded loud in the ears.

Troops from both sides began to be seen in fierce women risking their lives.

Not long after, the leaders of both parties involved also started to get their own opponents.

Up ahead there, it appeared that the ten high-ranking members of the Thousand God Temple had started to fight. Once intervened, both sides immediately lowered the top class moves.

Monk Bian Ji Hung did not want to lose to the others. He chose two enemies. The difference was, the old man did not directly fight like the others.

He actually first held back the footsteps of the two perverted figures.

"Where are you guys going? Why such a rush?" asked Monk Bian Ji Hung while smiling gently at him.

The two first-rate warriors who were already standing within that five-step distance, instantly felt his body tremble slightly. For a moment they could not answer.

It was as if he had been exposed to magic!

"Hemm ... Who are you?" ask one of them after he has mastered himself.

"What you should be asking is me, who are you? What did he mean to come here?"

"Hemm .. are you blind, old monk? We have come here to attack this temple. And his main goal was to find the Chief of the Thousand Gods Temple," replied his partner in a fierce tone.

"Oh, why are you looking for the Chairman? Is there anything you want to say?"

"Yes, there is," he replied while nodding.

"What's that?"

"We will tell him that the Angel of Death has arrived. His age is only up to this day. He won't be able to see the sun tomorrow,"

"Oh, thanks. But all I know is that the age of every human being is in the hands of the Gods. Man has no right to determine the age of another man,"

"Hemm .." the perverted figure on the right side looked at Monk Bian Ji Hung with a cynical look. After a while, he asked again. "Who are you, old monk?"

"I am the one you are looking for" Monk Bian Ji Hung replied as he gave his gentle smile back.

"You mean, you're the Chief of the Temple of the Thousand Gods?"

"If you already know, why do you still ask?"

"Help ..."

The two men no longer spoke. They only look at each other for a moment. Three breaths later, suddenly both of them jumped and lunged forward.

Four pairs of hands ready to pound Monk Bian Ji Hung. They immediately lowered their empty hands.

Wutt!!! Yush!!!

Both of their attacks failed to meet the target. Monk Hung managed to dodge their attacks easily. He didn't do much movement. Just shifting his legs, all the attacks passed in plain sight.

"good. Apparently you have a little ability too,"

Wutt!!!

The pace of hard blows is back. They attack simultaneously.

This time, Monk Hung had no intention of dodging. He welcomed their style with both hands.

Plakk!!!

The hand collisions happened. The two misguided figures were half-dead shocked when they felt his hand as if it had entered into such a deep sea.

The manager did not give any consequences. The deep energy and the magic energy they had unleashed just now, disappeared just like that.

Now, their hands were clinging to the hands of Monk Hung. They can't pull it. Even though it has put all its energy and strength, but the hand is still attached.

Even the greater the energy expended, the more difficult it was to pull his hand.

"Peach you!" said Monk Hung while pushing the two.

Yush!!!

The bodies of the two misguided figures were thrown quite far back. They staggered and nearly fell to the ground.