The Sword God of the South

The Last Battle of the Temple of the Thousand Gods II

Everyone who witnessed it immediately shuddered in horror. It is undeniable, the moves issued by the Farewell Swordsman just now were indeed very vile and and cruel.

Apart from that, it is also very fast. Those who were able to see it clearly were probably only high-class figures.

Under that level, don't expect him to be able to see how he moves.

"Chairman Fei, look over there," the perverted grandfather turned his head towards the fight between Monk Bian Ji Hung and also the Black Palm King.

Zhang Fei also immediately saw, apparently there, Monk Hung looked violently pushed by his opponent.

Already several times he was exposed to the opponent who gave pain and pain in his body. The old monk's face also started to pale. His movements began to slow down. Not as agile and fast as before.

All of these things could be clearly seen by Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman. The two were also worried about the safety of the old monk.

"Chairman Fei, what should we do now?" he asked while looking at Zhang Fei.

"Of course we have to help him, Mr. Wu,"

"Are we gonna gang up on him?"

"Yes, that's what we're supposed to do, though,"

"Hemm .. will this not drop your pride in the eyes of many?"

The Farewell Sword Swordsman was afraid that Zhang Fei's name would be looked down upon. Especially with his current position, of course it will be very dangerous for him.

"You take it easy, Mr. Wu. Now is the exception," Zhang Fei replied firmly.

Inwardly, Zhang Fei was better off being looked down upon by outsiders than to be silent when he saw one of the white flow figures being in a great desperate position.

No, he would never stay silent!

"Chairman Fei, do you really mean it?" ask the Farewell Swordsman again to make sure.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Wu,"

The Farewell Sword Swordsman fell silent for a moment. All he was worried about in this matter was Zhang Fei's good name. Regarding his own good name, he never thought about it.

Moreover, all this time he was known as the World Grandfather of Perseverance. Self-esteem issues and other frills, people like them never mind it.

"Alright, Chairman Fei. If that's your decision, I'll just follow through,"

After a moment of silence, the Farewell Swordsman finally made up his mind.

He agreed to gang up on the Black Palm King!

Yush!!! Yush!!!

The two of them directly charged forward simultaneously. The two people immediately slashed their swords amidst the void air.

The prowess of two heirloom sword rods flashed in mid-air. A silvery-white glow glistened forged in the afternoon sunlight.

Seeing the sudden attack coming, the Black Palm King gasped in shock half-dead.

He who at that time was fighting Monk Bian Ji Hung, had to retract his attack so as not to eat the opponent's sword.

Only once had his feet imprinted on the ground, the heretic grandfather had retreated seven steps.

"Sir Hung, are you okay?" ask the Sword of Farewell.

"Yes, I'm fine, Mr. Wu. Thanks for the help,"

The Farewell Sword Swordsman nodded. He was silent and didn't say much anymore.

While the Black Palm King, he was currently staring at the three of them. From the radiance of the perverted figure's eyes, anyone could tell that he was now feeling an overwhelming anger.

"You have no shame" he said in a fierce tone. "I did not expect, it turns out that there are also white warriors who dare to do the braking,"

"Then why would you do it?" the Black Palm King asked quickly. It seems he is impatient.

"I had to do this,"

"Forced? Why should I be forced?"

"Forced because a demon human like you, it is not worth living longer on the face of this earth," Zhang Fei said with a cold smile.

"Hahaha ... nonsense, who do you think you are? Do you feel Malaika?" the perverted figure laughed cynically. His pair of eyes squinted towards Zhang Fei.

"I'm not an angel. But, at least I'm not a demon like you,"

"Bad! Accept this!"

Wutt!!!

The Black Palm King suddenly pushed both of his palms. The wind rolls that came quickly, very similar to the waves off the coast.

The wind carried a stinging stench. In addition, perverted air is also clearly felt.

"Be careful, the moves contain poison" the Farewell Swordsman warned.

Zhang Fei nodded. Not even told he understood this.

Yush!!!

He jumped up. As soon as the long-distance move was about to arrive, it was at that moment that Zhang Fei lowered his hand.

"The Father of the God of Wisdom!"

Wutt!!! Blamm!!!

The immediate explosion occurred when two high-end long-distance moves met in the middle of the road. The two people involved were pushed back.

In that case, Zhang Fei was still a little lost to the other party. At least he was pushed two steps further.

"My turn!"

The Farewell Sword Swordsman shouted out loud. A moment later he knew his body was in sight. The Black Palm King was shocked, he hurriedly pulled his body to the edge to avoid the stabbing of the opponent's sword.

After which, he directly parried the sword rod using his palm. Then, by flicking the sword, they launched a counterattack.

The two misguided figures immediately engaged in a fierce fight. The shadow of the sword continued to flash in the middle of the air. A pair of palms also moved so fast like lightning.

The fight was as if it resembled a fight between one dragon and two eagles.

The dragon symbolizes the Swordsman of Farewell who attacks fiercely and decisively. He never made any pleasantries in any of his attacks.

While the two eagles symbolize a pair of hands of the Black Palm King who is so agile and fast. Although his entire body had been threatened by an heirloom sword since then, but a pair of palms were always able to provide assistance.

He is not afraid when there is a crash. Because a pair of palms was already coated by pure upper class air.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

He started giving his counterattack back. The pair of palms slid right into the chest.

The Farewell Sword Swordsman pulled his body back. One palm he managed to avoid.

Unfortunately, he had forgotten that beside it there was still one other palm that was just as dangerous.

Blamm!!!

The left hand reaches the right rib. The Sword of Farewell slammed hard. It was fortunate that he had protected his body first, so that his ribs could still be saved.

But on the other hand, he also had internal injuries from the attack just now. The Swordsman of Farewell felt his heart ache like it was pierced by a thousand needles.