The Sword God of the South

The Black Palm King

Let alone standing on some weapon, standing on water or running on it, he could do it.

The five first-class warriors gasped. They were pensive for a moment because they did not believe that the masked man had a very high ability.

In a way, it was a golden opportunity for Zhang Fei. That's why he doesn't want to waste time. As fast as lightning, he resumed his Magical Conqueror Sword.

The sword shadow flashed like lightning. The slashes and stabs came right in front of the faces of all his opponents.

Yush!!! Whoa!!! Whoa!!!

The buzzing sound came to color his every attack. Just a few moves away, Zhang Fei managed to corner two of his five enemies.

He continued to scout them until his position was completely cornered. After that, Zhang Fei took the next step. The left hand did not stay still, the hand also occasionally flew palm attacks directed to important points.

The two first-rate warriors were increasingly overwhelmed by the attacks from Zhang Fei. They were unable to do anything else, except just trying to survive from the manager.

Three of his colleagues also could not provide more assistance. It happened because Zhang Fei was moving so fast. Let alone grasping the body, seeing only its shadow they are not able to clearly.

Srett!!!

Fifteen moves later, the sound of a rag tear suddenly sounded. Followed by the collapse of two first-class warriors.

They were killed instantly after his chest was successfully torn apart by the tip of the Sword of the God King.

"You're next!" Zhang Fei said in a deep voice. His eyes stared at them closely.

The three heretic warriors were shocked. Especially when watching the eyes that are very savage like a tiger.

Yush!!!

The tip of the sword instantly came giving a threat. The Sword of the God King trembled violently, as soon as the fight resumed, Zhang Fei immediately targeted the three.

As much as they can, they put up a fight. But unfortunately none of those efforts yielded results in line with expectations.

Their fight was quite fierce. But it only applies briefly, because in the next second, one by one of them began to bounce back due to palm attacks.

Before the three of them came to their senses and gained a position, suddenly Zhang Fei was already before him. He moved the Sword of the God King back to several important points. One second later, the three heretic warriors soon caught up with two of his comrades.

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Unwittingly by everyone involved in the battle, apparently the sun was tilted to the west. The mountain breeze felt cold against the skin.

Unfortunately, they are not. The cold wind was as if it had turned into a hot wind. The beautiful afternoon sun was also as if it had turned into a death light from hell.

The battle that took place in the Thousand Gods Temple was almost at its peak. Now the troops from both sides are half left.

Although many of the senior disciples of the Thousand Gods Temple were victims, but at least their numbers were still slightly more. So it can be ascertained, among the troops, the Temple of the Thousand Gods is the winner.

Unlike the higher-ups, the opposite happened. The monks of the old forces of the Temple of the Thousand Immortals were more victims than the other party.

Of what had been about fifteen people, now the old monk who was sent down was only seven people left. Monk Bian Ji Hung, Monk Lo Jit and Monk Lo Han are included.

Currently, the seven monks had already merged themselves. In front of them were at least fifteen upper-class heretic figures who were already standing tall.

Each of them was staring at the monks with a vengeful look.

"Biksu stinks of earth, do you have the heart to see your disciples killed in this battle?" ask a perverted figure who stands at the very center.

"Hemm .. Do you know that this is all a mistake? Isn't this a battle, because of you?"

"Me?" Monk Hung pointed at himself with his index finger.

"Yes, you," said the heretic confirming. "Try if you had accepted our offer, maybe this battle would never have happened. In fact, maybe now your query is much bigger than this,"

Monk Hung immediately smiled when he heard the words. After he was satisfied, he stopped and immediately replied.

"But unfortunately .. My students prefer battle instead of joining your heretical party" he said in a gentle but threatening tone. "As long as you know, humans like you are so hated by the Gods up there,"

"Don't say much, old man!" he said he snapped right then and there. "Now is not the right time to preach,"

The perverted figure was very angry. His eyes bulged towards the monks.

"Now I will give you one last chance. Still want to fight, or join us?"

"Hemm .. with pleasure, we will reject your offer,"

"Hahaha .. great, very good. I'm glad to hear it," he laughed so loudly that it created a perverted air around there. "The last chance was given. So too with the answer. I hope you'll never regret this decision,"

"I'm so, so unapologetic,"

"good. I, the Black Palm King, want to know, where exactly is your prowess, old monk,"

Yush!!!

The person who claimed to be nicknamed the Black Palm King immediately moved. He charged towards Monk Bian Ji Hung.

His right hand arrived first. Monk Bian Ji Hung did not expect this, hurriedly retreating before the opponent arrived.

Too bad, he's a little late!

Just a little. Maybe the difference is only a few seconds. But, that alone is enough to prove how great the opponent and the efficacy of the manager.

Monk Hung turned his head towards the right chest, where at the top of the other was a black dot as big as a thumb.

The fabric worn is slightly torn. Although not about the body, but the air released can already be felt.

It felt hot as if it was burning.

'In addition to hot air, it turns out that the style just now also contains a deadly poison. I must be careful, ' his inner self while channeling pure air throughout the body.

The atmosphere there turned tense. The Black Palm King has not yet resumed his steward. After the first attempt failed, he quickly pulled a step back and returned to his original place.

"How's my move? Was terrific?" tanyanya while smiling mockingly.

"Yes, your style is really great. I admit it," replied Monk Hung honestly.

"Hahaha ... Then, is it enough to kill you?"

"It depends,"

"depends? Depends what?"

"Depends on whether the gods want me dead or not,"