The Sword God of the South

The Last Battle of the Temple of the Thousand Gods I

After the events just now, the other monks immediately got ready. They are also more vigilant than ever.

"You should be more careful. Our enemy is now a top class heretic. According to my guess, the minimum of their ability is almost equivalent to a swordsman choose a match. Especially so are they," Monk Hung said as he pointed forward. "The seven people in it were members of the Black Banner Party. His experience is extensive. You guys should remember this,"

He gave his opinion to other monks. Of the fifteen heretical figures that exist, seven of them are the main ones. They were senior members of the number two heretic party in the Song Empire.

That means, the abilities possessed by these people need not be doubted.

"Good, Chief. We understand," replied Monk Lo Jit representing the others.

The two sides that have faced it, are now finished making preparations.

"Forward!" The Black Palm King gave the command. The other fourteen figures immediately shot towards the monks.

Before arriving before the opponent candidates, suddenly from the other direction there were two human shadows that shot faster than them.

The two human shadows then sent out long-range attacks that led to the failure of the opponent's attempt.

Blarr!!!

A big explosion sounded. The ground around there was slightly sunken after being hit by a long-distance move just now

After things returned to normal, there were already two more people. They were none other than Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman as well.

"Don't forget us. We also want to take part in this event," Zhang Fei told the other party.

"Hemm .. Who are you really? Why did you come with the Farewell Swordsman?" ask the King of Black Palm.

Although he already has great abilities, but he never looked down on every opponent. Especially after he witnessed for himself how great the opponent was.

Regarding what was said before to the Hung Monk, it was just his attempt at provoking emotions.

Unfortunately, the attempt failed. Because a monk, it certainly has a very extraordinary inner calm.

Moreover, the person he was fishing for was the head of the largest temple in the Song Empire.

"Why are you so chatty? Whoever I am is not important. After all, wanting to come with anyone, it's none of your business" Zhang Fei said mockingly. He was also trying to provoke the emotions of lawna.

"good. Truly arrogant human. I want to know where you really are,"

Wutt!!!

The Black Palm King directly attacked from a distance away. Unfortunately before the attack hit Zhang Fei's body, the Hung Monk had already intervened first.

"Come here, your opponent is me" he said after successfully restraining the stance.

Yush!!!

Monk Bian Ji Hung moves first. He directly attacked the Black Palm King from close range. Unwilling to disturb the others, the two top-class figures finally looked for a place to make their final fight.

While others, they also move and determine their respective opponents.

Monk Lo Jit and Monk Lo Han each have two opponents who match. As for Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman, they also got an equal number of opponents.

The battle of the peak in the Thousand Gods Temple had been resumed. Since this was the last fight, then those involved did not dare to waste time in vain.

Once intervened, each of them immediately issued its own style and strength.

Where there is Monk Lo Jit, then there must be Monk Lo Han. And vice versa.

Right now, the two of them were being fouled all out by the two perverted figures who were his opponents. The blade and sword flew freely.

Eve weapons from each enemy feels pressing and creates its own pleasure.

It was fortunate that the two old monks already had so much fighting experience that they had become used to this kind of situation.

Wush!!

Monk Lo Jit jumps. The machete and sword hunting towards him could be easily avoided. He then gave an attack using both palms.

The effort was fruitful, two misguided figures were successfully made to retreat backwards. He did not waste a chance, as fast as lightning Monk Lo Jit hunted down and gave consecutive after-kicks.

By his side, what Monk Lo Han did was not much different either. The savings moves that he had been studying, now began to be issued in sequence.

Although his opponent used weapons and they only relied on hands, but there was not the slightest doubt in his mind. Monks are never afraid of such things.

Wutt!!! Yush!!! Yush!!!

The large courtyard near the forest became a battleground. Elsewhere, all the troops from both sides had already stopped fighting.

Those survivors were currently standing on the sidelines while looking at the peak battle. Others sit cross-legged while meditating.

The blood coming out of the human body was scattered everywhere. The fishy smell continued to smell until quite a distance away.

Time goes on unnoticed. Of the few battles that had taken place, there were now only five battles left.

That is the battle of Monk Lo Jit, Monk Lo Han, Zhang Fei, Swordsman Farewell and also Monk Bian Ji Hung.

The other battle was over first. Luckily, the Thousand Gods Temple party came out as the winner.

But even so, each monk also received serious injuries.

Over there, the two old monks were trying to end the fight. They are looking for opponents with their own ultimate moves.

After a dozen attempts, in the end their struggle is not in vain. Two of his opponents were killed after being exposed to the last of the series of Sciences typical of the Temple of the Thousand Gods.

Not far from there, Zhang Fei was also doing the same. During this time, he had succumbed a lot to his opponent. But now is the time to turn things around.

"The Sword of the Corn Conqueror!"

Wutt!!!

Zhang Fei took out another sixth from the God Sword Book. Two machete sticks held in the hands of the opponent, instantly broken when clashing with the Sword of the God King.

Srett!!!

The two perverted figures glared big. Fresh blood instantly gushed profusely after his chest was slashed by the God King Sword.

Not long after, they immediately collapsed onto the ground.

The Farewell Swordsman did not want to miss, after another battle was over, he began to show his vile manager.

The sword in the hands of the perverted grandfather trembled violently. He then made a very fast spinning motion. A few breaths later, two human heads were already rolling on the ground.