The Sword God of the South

The Battle of the Temple of the Thousand Gods III

The woman in the Thousand Gods Temple continued on. The sun is starting to get to a higher point. Not long after, noon will definitely arrive soon.

But until now, the fighting has not stopped. The longer, the more intense it becomes.

The casualties from both sides have increased. The disciples of the Thousand God Temple were sprawled on the grass. Fresh blood washed his body.

They died with various injuries. Some were killed by the stabbing of a machete, the stabbing of a machete, the incision of a sword, some even died because they were eaten by the ultimate moves belonging to the opponent.

When the battle was fierce and the condition of the disciples of the Thousand Gods Temple began to be cornered, at that moment from the top of the tree branch, there were suddenly two shadows that flashed very quickly.

The two shadows headed straight towards the middle of the battleground. Once he was there, each of them immediately pulled out his weapon.

The two shadows in question were none other than Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman!

"Mr Wu, do your job well," Zhang Fei said before starting his fight again.

"Okay, Chairman Fei. Just leave these rats to me," he replied in a bland tone.

Yush!!! Wutt!!!

It's moving. The heirloom sword in his hand flashed giving a slash to every person who was a very close distance away. With such a swift attack, of course they were unable to do much.

Just one or two slashes alone, the people who were aimed were instantly sprawled on the ground.

The Sword of Farewell did not stop there. He kept moving around looking for easy targets. Sometimes, he gives help to the disciples in need.

On one hand, Zhang Fei was no exception either. The Sword of the God King that he was wielding instantly showed his fangs. A very thick sword Eve burst into the surrounding place.

Every time he made a move, there would be at least two or three people who were victims of the ferocity of the heirloom sword.

They had just intervened, but the situation was starting to get under control. The disciples of the Thousand Gods Temple who had been pushed back and lost their position, now they had obtained it again.

The help provided by Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman meant a lot. It was like a rain falling in the middle of a desert.

The incident was also witnessed by the temple officials. And they are happy for it too.

"I'm sure, those two outstanding figures were able to bring victory to the Temple of the Thousand Gods," muttered Monk Bian Ji Hung glancing at them at a glance.

Meanwhile, at the time when the Farewell Swordsman was fighting all out the enemy troops, he was suddenly startled by the presence of two perverted figures.

They suddenly appeared before him and held back footsteps. Because of this, had to Datuk Dunia Persilatan flow perverted it also stopped the nurse.

"I can't believe you've become a traitor to one school" said one of them.

People who talk have a high body with tanned skin. His pair of eyes bulged with a crooked nose like the beak of a bird.

In his right hand, he was holding a chain of iron balls filled with thorns.

"Who is the traitor, the Iron Bird?" ask her in a cold tone.

"Who else would it be if it wasn't you?" the person called the Iron Bird drew face while smiling sinisterly.

"I'm not a traitor,"

"You're clearly a traitor. But still dare to dodge as well? Hemm ... has a Personal World Grandfather like you, never admitted his guilt?"

The other guy spoke. He was wearing a slightly loose grey outfit. His long hair was tied up by silk cloth. In his right hand was a short sword half fathom red in blood.

"Oh, apparently the Blood Sword was also present in this event?" The Farewell Sword Swordsman glanced at him while saying bland.

He certainly knew those two people. So too with them.

"Don't say much anymore. I hate traitors like you the most" said the Blood Sword in a high tone.

"good. Indeed that's what I expected," said the Farewell Swordsman as he drew face. "But .. I hate people who are willing to destroy their own homeland,"

"What kind of empty muzzle is this?" snarled the Iron Bird.

"Didn't you, too, be willing to fight fans to make our dreams come true?" the Blood Sword could not help itself. He also said in a high tone.

"That was. Now it's different again. Right now ... I just want to wipe out humans like you,"

"Hemm .. It looks like you've changed,"

"Yes, I have changed. And every human being can change, too,"

Whoever it is, someday it will change. Changed himself, changed his life. Everything can change.

Either it changes because of someone else, because of something else, or because of yourself.

The way of life, who can know?

"Fuck your words, old devil!"

Yush!!!

The Iron Bird instantly twisted the chain of iron balls he held. The buzzing sound was heard so clearly in the ears. The longer, the spin of the chain is getting faster again.

When the time came, he directly attacked the Farewell Swordsman.

Wutt!!!

The iron ball filled with sharp thorns shot out quickly like an arrow. With such a close distance, the time to dodge was certainly no longer there.

The branch!!!

The Farewell Sword Swordsman smiled coldly. His sword managed to fend off the attack. The iron ball immediately returned to its owner.

A moment later, suddenly the Blood Sword moved from where it stood. He launched a sudden stabbing streak.

But again, the Farewell Swordsman was able to withstand the attack easily.

"Collapse! I'm not your opponent. You will not be able to defeat me" he said in a cold tone.

Although the two of them are first-class warriors who have a lot of experience, but the person being faced is also not an arbitrary human being.

So, of course the Farewell Swordsman was not the right opponent for him.

"We are not afraid! Accept this!"

Whoa!!! Wutt!!!

The Iron Bird again lowered the attack. His movements were so agile and fast like a bird. The iron chain was actually a long-range weapon. But after being in his hands, the weapon can be used at will.

Whether it is used to attack at long range or close range, everything is the same. Equally dangerous, equally deadly.

Not to mention the completion of the attack, the Blood Sword also did not remain silent. He immediately intervened and helped his partner.

The half-fathom sword was shiny. The sparkling sword rods emitted a bright light when exposed to the sunlight.

Two different styles and weapons came together. The two complement each other.