The Sword God of the South

Involving In The War Il

The Strange Old Man Tionggoan did not waste such a golden opportunity. Once again his body slid forward with a torrent. He came with an attack.

Death attack! The final attack that was definitely unavoidable again by Yang Yu.

Blamm!!!

A heavy voice sounded. For the second time, Tang Yu was thrown far away to ten steps. This time he did not vomit blood.

Before this happened, his life had already passed away.

The fight between the two figures did not go too long. At most it was only about thirty moves.

Only, within those thirty moves, the two of them had expended all of their abilities. So that the resulting consequences also need not be doubted.

The Imperial soldiers who knew that the Strange Old Man Tionggoan had won the fight, instantly cheered in delight.

They were happy that the old figure could kill his opponent.

While on the other hand, there was another Farewell Swordsman who was also fighting against a swordsman from the Zhou Empire.

In his home country, the swordsman got the nickname Swordsman Dew Point. It was given such a name because in the middle of the hilt of his sword there was a trace of dew droplets that slightly slid inwards so that it looked quite clear.

Its name and trademark were indeed a little similar to the Blood Droplet Sword which was a curse sword. Only, the story of each heirloom sword must have a very obvious difference.

Right now, the fight of the two of them had already reached the thirty-first. Soon, the fight will be over soon.

But until now, anyone will certainly not be able to judge who will come out as a winner. Because the two swordsmen involved were still attacking each other.

The fight is balanced. The Swordsman of Farewell has issued his ultimate moves. Likewise with the Swordsman Dew Point itself.

The sword kept going. Both are still looking for the weaknesses of their respective enemies.

When an expert or a top-class figure fought, it usually did not take them long. Because only by knowing the point of weakness, it can determine everything.

Only the weak point search process cannot last for a while. Therefore, the fight of high-class figures always requires dozens of styles.

"Dreams!!!"

The Farewell Sword Swordsman suddenly snapped out loud. His body slid forward there. The sword thrust precisely hit the heart of the Dew-Splitting Swordsman.

Slebb!!!

The perverted figure from the Zhou Empire glared at his eyeballs. He looked very surprised. Because basically, he could not see the movements of the Farewell Swordsman.

"You're ..."

"Why? You surprised?" The Farewell Sword Swordsman raised both of his eyebrows. "You're more agile than me. But when it comes to speed, I think you're still under me" he continued in a cold tone.

He immediately drew his sword from the heart of the opponent. After the sword, the heretic grandfather immediately turned over his body and passed away from there.

He no longer needed to see his opponent. Because after all, it can be ascertained that the Swordsman of Dew Point has died horribly.

Bruk!!!

Just now that the Farewell Swordsman had gone five steps away, he had suddenly heard a heavy voice. The sound of the fall of the human body upon the ground!

Meanwhile on the other hand, there was also the Shadowless Arak God who was currently dealing with an old figure whose age was not much different from his own.

When viewed from its characteristics, it seemed that the old man was also an upper-class figure who had a high position.

"I admit, your abilities are indeed great," said the Shadowless God Arak to praise him.

"Oh, you know me too?"

"of course. In fact, who does not know the number one grandfather in the martial world of Song Empire? I think everyone knows that, too" said the man, laughing.

"Hemm .. Who are you?" by the way?" ask him further.

"My name is Ting Wang,"

"Ting Wang?" The Shadowless God of Arak thought for a while. He felt he had heard that name.

But where is it? And who is that person who meant it?

The martial World grandfather was silent for quite a long time. Ting Wang did not say anything anymore. He looked at the old man in front of him and waited for him to speak.

"Ah, I know," said the Shadowless God Arak suddenly exclaiming quite loudly. "Aren't you, nicknamed the Midget Swordsman? One of the martial World Grandfathers of the Zhou Empire, right?"

"Hahaha .." the sound of loud laughter resounded. "It turns out you know me, too,"

"I've only heard your name called people" the old man replied blandly.

"Help ..."

Ting Wang the Midget Swordsman immediately let out a cold snort. It seemed like he was annoyed by the answer given by the Shadowless Arak God.

Yush!!!

Suddenly he made a move. Both hands were slung forward. A scoop of magic energy shot forth swiftly towards the Shadowless God Arak.

Not to mention that the magic power arrived, from behind it was again involved there were two dagger rods that shot as fast as lightning struck the earth.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

A loud voice sounded. Fireflowers splashed into the air.

Both kinds of attacks were successfully repelled by the Shadowless God Arak. First with the power of magic, and second with the Pure Arak Jars that he always carried with him at all times.

Midget Swordsman did not expect that his attacks could be dispelled quite easily. Though at that time he had expended all his energy and abilities.

Who would have thought, the effort was futile and gave disappointing results!

"Even if you're a martial World Grandfather, it's not easy to kill the Shadowless God Arak!" he said in a deep tone.

Wutt!!!

"Anger God Arak!"

He screamed loudly. His body was like lightning. In just one blink of an eye, he had arrived before his opponent. A series of attacks were launched at that moment.

Midget Swordsman directly thwarted. He could not fend off all the attacks coming towards him. As a result, in some parts of the body, punches and kicks have been created that contain hard energy.

The ultimate fight happened at that moment. The Shadowless God Arak continued to scatter endlessly. Midget Swordsman still trying to defend himself.

But unfortunately, all the effort was back in vain. About ten minutes later, the last attack came and hit his heart.

The Midget Swordsman let out a deep voice. The sound of a broken handyman on the chest also sounded quite loud.

Fresh blood spurted from his mouth and soaked his clothes. A moment later, it immediately collapsed to the ground.

The Shadowless Sword God retracted his palm. After that he immediately went from there and looked for people who needed his help.