The Sword God of the South

Kera Sakti Dancing in the Rain

The twelve people directly charged towards Zhang Fei simultaneously. Once the distance was close, the two old men from them instantly turned a direction.

They charged towards Yan Zi. It was fortunate that the old man was ready, so seeing that there was a sudden attack coming, he immediately pulled out the sword that was stuck on his waist.

Without lingering any longer, Yan Zi instantly served the two. The battle happened instantly. The Vice Chairman of Kera Sakti University played his sword in a fast movement.

But the two men he was fighting were not random warriors either. With a machete in hand, they charged straight in from right and left.

The clash between the sword and the cleaver began to occur. Yan Zi tried to compensate the two with the typical moves of the Kera Sakti College.

It is undeniable, even though it is only a small college, but the moves actually look great. Not to lose to other major colleges.

Facing those two people, Yan Zi did not feel any trepidation. He circled between two machete sticks that were constantly eyeing every inch of his body.

When the fight was going on fiercely, he saw that Ouw Yang Pek was intending to escape. Unwilling to lose track of that apostate disciple, Yan Zi immediately took action.

The branch!!!

He smashed his sword with the opponent's blade. As soon as the two men bounced, Yan Zi immediately jumped towards Ouw Yang Pek.

"You won't be able to get out of here, the ungodly disciple," he said, stopping right in front of the young man.

Ouw Yang Pek was forced to stop the move. At the same time, he was surprised that his intentions had been known first.

"You have to account for everything, Ouw Yang Pek," Yan Zi said in a deep tone.

His eyes were fixed on the young man. Stared so, of course Ouw Yang Pek felt jerry too.

Although his ability was quite high, he was quite aware that he would not be able to defeat Yan Zi.

The reason why he was able to kill the Head of the Ape Sakti College was because before, Ouw Yang Pek had poisoned the old man first.

If not, he will not be able to do it.

"This young man is on our side. You can't do anything, "one of the men who had fought with him, suddenly appeared at Ouw Yang Pek's side.

Seeing their arrival, the youngster immediately shone. His face no longer depicted fear. His feelings were not tense either.

Inwardly, he believed that with the greater number, he could definitely defeat Yan Zi.

"The two men deserved to die. Why are you also questioning him?" asked Ouw Yang Pek in a proud tone.

What is meant by the old man, of course, is the Chairperson of Kera Sakti University. Own teacher.

"Basic apostate student! Today, I make sure you will die to atone for all your sins," Yan Zi felt her anger had risen to the top.

He could no longer hold himself back. His right hand held the sword even tighter than before.

"Sakti Dancing in the Rain!"

Wutt!!!

He attacked first. The ultimate sword move from his college has been held. Yan Zi moved with agility. His movements were exactly like that of an ape dancing.

The sword in his hand also danced. If only he did not hold the sword, surely his dance would look more beautiful and stunning.

What a pity, the fact that he held was a sword. So that beauty must turn into horror.

The sparks of sword flowers continued to scatter. The three people before him dared not act rashly. Several times they jumped to and fro to avoid the attack.

The dazzling white glow of glitter, began to hunt towards them.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

One jumped high up there. The other one is heading in the opposite direction.

At the same time, the two immediately prepared a counterattack from two different directions.

On the other hand, Ouw Yang Pek was also ready. Although he would not be able to kill Yan Zi, but he believed himself to be able to provide a little help.

Wutt!!!

Three men attacked together. The situation immediately turned around. Yan Zi looked overwhelmed against those who came in unison.

A wide range of attack moves were swiftly released. Yan Zi's position was getting desperate. When the fight had already reached fifteen moves, a machete stab had been painted on his back.

He exclaimed stifled while jumping backwards. His left hand felt his back, it turned out that his back was wet.

But not wet with sweat. It was wet with blood!

The look on Yan Zi's face showed pain. But he tried to keep it in check. The old man channeled his profound energy and pure air to cover the wound.

Although it is not completely covered, it is enough to reduce the bleeding experienced by it.

Meanwhile, the three people before him were seen smiling gleefully when they found out that he had been injured.

"Two bangka, you better just give up. Otherwise, I make sure you will go to hell today as well," Ouw Yang Pek said slightly imitating Yan Zi's words.

"Omong empty! These injuries will not hinder my intention to kill you," he snapped in a high tone.

Wutt!!!

He lunged forward. Kera Sakti Dancing in the Rain is again issued. That move still looks terrible. But unfortunately, his awesomeness has reduced quite far.

The two men laughed more and more. Immediately they welcomed and repelled every move of his sword.

The battle of those people had already begun to reach the final limit. Yan Zi's position grew increasingly desperate. He could no longer give back consecutive attacks.

All he was capable of at this moment was surviving only every attack that came.

'I have to endure. I can't die right now. I ... I must avenge the death of the Chairman, ' his mind said while trying to strengthen itself.

Yan Zi, who was on her knees at the time, immediately got up by propping up her sword. Injuries in some parts of the body, he did not feel.

His eyes glittered. He stared at the opponent ferociously.

"Hiatt!!!"

He shouted loudly while giving a final attack.

"Be careful. He started not being able to control himself" said one of the old men.

Just finished giving a warning, suddenly a sword was already in sight. The sword immediately slashed at his body.

Srett!!!

Fresh blood splashed into the air. The man was startled to mix in horror, apparently the tip of Yan Zi's sword managed to tear off part of his chest.

Despite the injury, it is still arguably better. If only he had not had time to retreat, perhaps his life had now drifted away.