The Sword God of the South

The Battle at Persilatan Il World Chairman Building

The remaining battle was currently only the main battle. The martial world figures had already found their respective opponents.

On the other side, Yao Mei was engaged in a fierce fight against one of the higher-ups of the Black Banner Party.

Coincidentally, the person he was fighting was also a twin swordsman. It makes the fight that runs, looks more exciting and fierce again.

To this extent, they had at least fought over twenty moves. The fight is still balanced.

The higher-ups continued to try to urge Yao Mei. However the girl herself, could always resist or fend off any given attack.

A pair of twin swords were currently darting from right and left. The higher-ups had already let go of one of his ultimate moves.

Not wanting to lose to the other party, Yao Mei immediately took the same action. He jumped and then lunged forward.

"Two Swords Become One!"

Wutt!!!

Yao Mei shouted out loudly. A mighty sword move came out. The pair of twin swords in his hand suddenly moved so fast.

The two sword rods were as if they had fused with each other. This led to his increasingly violent and deadly attacks.

The higher-ups who became his opponent were overwhelmed. The ultimate move that he held was not able to provide much of an advantage. Which happens the opposite. He was forced to stay in a defensive position.

Yao Mei's style came from all over. The right leg kick that hit his opponent's ribcage, pushed him three steps away. The higher-ups staggered and lost their balance.

He almost fell to the ground. But before his body was completely knocked down, there were two swords coming from the front.

Slebb!!!

Yao Mei's pair of twin swords fiercely pierced through his chest. The right and left chests were the targets of the heirloom sword.

Unwilling to waste any longer, Yao Mei immediately retracted her twin swords. After that, the body of the higher-ups instantly collapsed to the ground.

While on the other hand, there was involved were the Wind Spear Swordsman and the Strange Old Man Tionggoan who fought not too far away.

The two Grandfathers of the Persilatan World were pounding the top brass of the Black Panji Party. They continued to attack with his powerful moves.

Each of the higher-ups who were opponents of the two of them were unable to provide any meaningful resistance.

About five steps later, both of them knew they were dead! Died in terrible conditions.

The Swordsman and the White Hair Goddess, were currently seen standing tall before their respective opponents who were already lifeless.

They look calm and relaxed. Although in the eyes of other warriors, the higher-ups had quite high abilities, but in the eyes of the two of them, the higher-ups were nothing.

The ability possessed by the two was even still quite far below the two figures.

So, no wonder if they are able to solve it in about twenty moves only.

While some distance ahead there, there was also the Shadowless Arak God who was playing the Vice Chairman of the Black Banner Party.

The Grandfather of this one World does have other properties than his colleagues. In certain circumstances, he really likes to play opponents in his own way.

And coincidentally, the nature of the 'elephant' is currently out. He was never serious about launching his attacks.

Even if he wanted to, maybe the Vice Chairman had been killed since. But the Shadowless God Arak was unwilling to do such a thing.

"Curtain! Touching my body is not possible. Is it true that this is the ability of a Vice Chairman of the Black Panji Party? Absolutely disgraceful!"

The Shadowless God Arak shot out ridicule while continuously jumping and dodging every attack launched by his opponent.

The person who was cursed did not answer. He was bluffing his teeth as hard as he could and continued to try to attack the Shadowless Arak God with the wide variety of moves he mastered.

"If I become the Chairman of the Black Banner Party, then I will not put you in the position of Vice Chairman. You don't deserve to be in that position. People like you deserve to be gardeners,"

The old man laughed loudly. He then jumped high and bersalto in the air as an effort to avoid the attack of the opponent's power.

"Name you creepy, Black Valley Warrior. But the truth is, you're nothing more than a stupid anj*ng,"

Meaning for the sake of the curse he kept throwing. The expression on the face of the Vice Chairman of the Black Banner Party nicknamed the Black Sheet Swordsman continued to change.

His face flushed with embarrassment. He was soon flushed with anger.

Really, for life, it feels like he just got a curse like this. All his life, he had only met a very formidable opponent like the Shadowless God Arak.

Since the start of the fight, even though he had expended all his energy and strength. But apparently, the ability he had was still not enough to kill him.

Though so far, the old man himself had yet to bring out his entire ability. He only expended seven parts of the inner power.

From here, anyone who saw it would have been able to measure as high and as strong as what the martial World Grandfather was.

"Ah, stop. I don't want to play with you anymore. You're too weak" he said back to cursing.

This time, the Shadowless Arak God did not just give a mockery. One breath next, he immediately launched an attack by relying on one of the ultimate moves.

"The Heavy Drunk God!"

Yush!!!

He lunged forward. Ten so his hand formed the beak of an eagle. The old man attacked with an irregular movement.

Sometimes he hits his ass, sometimes he kicks to an empty spot.

His attack was just as random. He looks like a drunk.

For ordinary people, they would definitely assume that the attack was not dangerous at all. But for martial world warriors, the attack was very dangerous.

The katana behind his careless movements, there was a threat that was hard to avoid.

The Black Valley Swordsman could sense that clearly. And his position instantly changed when the Shadowless God Arak accelerated his movements.

For some of his old moves, he continued to be pounded with varied attacks. About seven moves later, a violent punch was suddenly launched by that top-class figure.

Bukk!!! Bukk!!!

He hit with the back of his hand. The blow was really terrible. To the extent that the Black Valley Swordsman was thrown backwards ten steps away.

His body rolled several times. When it stopped, the life of the Vice Chairman of the Black Panji Party was already drifting.

He died from an important vein near his heart breaking! In the part that was hit, there was a black color that could be seen clearly.

"Help ..." The Shadowless God Arak breathed a long breath. He then walked over to the figures who were already waiting behind him.