The Sword God of the South

Wan Yu

"Mahaha ..." The Nine Lives Monk laughed very loudly. He laughed for a long time.

The low-class warriors who were around the area immediately felt his body tremble slightly. This is caused by the voice of the Nine Lives Monk who does contain energy in a high level.

So, it was no wonder that those lowly warriors were a little distracted.

A few moments later, the perverted grandfather had finished laughing. He looked back at Zhang Fei with a very sharp look.

"I have to give up on a snot boy like you? Don't dream, young man. Do not challenge you to serve as the Chairman of the World of the Mission so that you think that everyone does not dare to you. At any time, I won't give up" he said firmly.

He stopped for a moment to take a breath. And then immediately said again. "The reason I'm looking for you is because I want to avenge him, my man,"

"Oh, you mean the Toxic Hunchback Grandma and Fu Wei?" zhang Fei asked, cutting off his words.

"If not them, who else?"

"I understand,"

"You really need to understand. That's why I don't want to give up on you,"

The Nine Lives Monk then glanced at the man who was by his side. Although he was also old, but clearly his age was still below his own.

"Wan Yu, kill that son of a bitch!" he said while pointing towards Zhang Fei.

The person who was called immediately nodded. "I'll carry out your orders soon, teacher,"

He immediately made preparations. Wan Yu gathered a large amount of energy. His pure Eve was channeled throughout the body.

Simultaneously, Zhang Fei was slightly surprised. It turned out that person was a disciple of the Nine Lives Monk!

'It is fitting that Miss Mei is unable to fight against the two of them, ' her inner self understands a little.

Zhang Fei started watching Wan Yu's movements. His every movement never escaped from the sharp eyes.

"Let me face it!" said Yao Mei was already ready to step forward.

"No, Miss Mei," Zhang Fei said as he held onto the girl's wrist.

"Why? I myself am also capable of killing him," Yao Mei replied as she glanced at Wan Yu.

"I knew. But now is not the right time for that. Your body has suffered a wound. So you have to stay here,"

"Wounds like this, for me it's nothing,"

Yao Mei was the stubborn type of girl. So there is no need to be surprised when he does not want to hear the words of others.

"I also know, Miss Mei," Zhang Fei still said softly. "But you have to stay here,"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to get any more injuries. I don't want to see you suffer,"

His voice sounded deep and sincere. As was his eyes at the time. Yao Mei who heard it was as if she had not believed in her pair of ears.

He stood his gaze while looking back at Zhang Fei. For a while, the two looked at each other again.

"You can hear what I'm saying, right?" zhang Fei asked.

"Yes .. I can hear it,"

Zhang Fei smiled in response. He then pulled the girl's hand so that the betaa by her side returned.

"Then from that, stay here,"

After saying so, Zhang Fei immediately took three steps forward. The distance with the opponent was only about two spears.

Incidentally, at that moment, Wan Yu had also finished making his preparations. Now, he just launched an attack.

And that attack actually came in the end!

Come on quickly. Appropriately. And beyond a doubt.

Yush!!!

Every single one of those slashes was aiming for a dangerous point. If his opponent was a second-rate swordsman, there was no way he could withstand it. If the target is a first-class swordsman, it seems he will find it difficult.

Because the attack was so fast. His sword style is also strange. It seemed like it was the sword moves of several colleges that were deliberately combined.

Zhang Fei was not in that class. He is not a second-class fighter. Not a first class fighter.

Zhang Fei has even more than that!

Although for others the attack is difficult to guess and fend off. But for him it is the opposite!

Yush!!!

The Chairman of the World of the Persilatan is moving. The Sword of the God King was already within the grasp of a hand. But, the sword had still not been pulled out of its sheath.

The branch!!!

With just a simple move, Zhang Fei had managed to withstand every attack of Wan Yu. Sparks soaring high radiated to the four directions.

Wan Yu's sword was stuck right in the middle of the sword sheath. The disciple of the Nine Lives Monk was completely shocked.

He did not believe that his attacks were capable of being read and broken easily.

All this time, he trained himself a lot. Especially something related to the sword.

The result of his training was indeed paid well. He rarely finds a match. Everyone who fought with him, would definitely be killed in the not too distant future.

As a disciple of a martial World Grandfather, he indeed could not make his teacher feel ashamed. Therefore, Wan Yu continued to train every day.

But unfortunately, all the exercises, all the strength he had, were still unable to outwit the eyes of the martial World Leader!

"Your movement is fast. But you have made one mistake," Zhang Fei said in a bland tone.

"What mistake is that?"

"You're too ambitious!"

Yush!!!

Zhang Fei thrust his sword forward. Wan Yu bounced three steps back.

"Why don't you pull out your sword?" ask before continuing the fight.

"I don't need to unplug it," Zhang Fei replied calmly.

"Why?"

"Because if I pull out this sword, then your life will never be saved again!"

"No problem!" wan Yu replied firmly. "It is precisely I want to see how the martial World Chief is capable in terms of swordsmanship,"

"You still won't be able to see it,"

"Minimum, I can feel it!"

"alright. If that's what you want, I'll make it happen,"

Yush!!!

Wan Yu was impatient. Right after Zhang Fei said that, he immediately returned to launch his next attack.

This time, he took out a sword stance that was much more formidable than before. The sword in the right hand of the perverted figure was as if it had multiplied.

The person being targeted will definitely feel confused because it is difficult to distinguish which sword is real.

While Zhang Fei was still standing quietly. He did not know that anyone was ready to take his life.

The opponent is getting closer. Just a few more steps away, Wan Yu could reach out to Zhang Fei with his sword!