The Sword God of the South

Efforts to Reverse Frustral Revenge

Meanwhile, Zhang Fei was currently facing off against the Black Banner Party Leader or the commonly called No Appeal Heretical God.

The fight between the two top-class figures had just stopped. To this extent, they had at least fought as many as thirty moves.

The fight is balanced. Both sides have not seen anyone willing to budge. Either it was because they were not really serious yet, or indeed because of their balanced abilities.

"Finally we can meet in person" Zhang Fei said in an icy voice.

"Yes, I didn't expect that we would meet either," replied the Unmatched Heretical God in a flat tone.

"Today, I've always been looking for you. Unfortunately you never found it,"

"I am too," the heretic quickly replied. "A lot of my men have been assigned to look for you. Unfortunately, they never get results. You can always hide yourself in places that are hard to find,"

"Hahaha ..to find me, it's not an easy thing,"

All this time, each of them was always looking for each other. Each has a grudge. One has a grudge because his affairs are always interfered with. And the other one, has a grudge because his family was slaughtered.

Zhang Fei still clearly remembered the series of events that befell the old man and those closest to him. At any time, he would never forget that event.

Until at any moment, he would never be able to calm down before his main culprits were killed at his own hands.

Right now, it was the most appropriate time to avenge that. The mortal enemy that had destroyed the happiness of his life had been in sight.

Zhang Fei must not waste this golden opportunity. He should be able to make the most of it.

The two muscles in his hand came out. His pair of eyes were staring very sharp and vengeful.

The peerless Heretical God had briefly looked Zhang Fei in the eyes. And at that moment, all of a sudden he felt something strange.

A thing that could not possibly be mentioned with words!

He felt his hair stand on its own. Looking at the young boy's gaze, it was almost as sinister as looking at the gaze of an angry tiger.

'What is this? Why don't I dare to return his gaze? Is it true that he has such deep energy and such great power?' The peerless Heretical God wondered in his mind.

He did not understand what was happening to him at this moment. The misguided figure felt that this was his first time feeling an oddity.

Time goes on without stopping. The martial world figures were still standing not far behind him. Each of them stared at the two figures involved.

The situation there feels so stressful. The fishy smell of blood and the hundreds of human corpses that were scattered, they did not ignore it at all.

Yush!!!

The No Appeal Perverted God suddenly shot out at lightning speed. He then pulled out a machete tucked behind his waist.

The gauge had a length of half a fathom. The size is not too big. But his sharpness need not be explained anymore.

Some say, the sharpness of the machete, then ordinary iron can be broken easily.

From here alone, anyone who heard it would have known roughly how sharp the heirloom machete was.

The Golok belonging to the Unmatched Heretical God has a jet black color. The cover is very black. The handle is black with a carved dragon head.

When his machete was pulled out, a silvery-white light instantly radiated into the four corners of the wind and briefly dazzled the eyes.

His movements at that moment were really fast. Ordinary warriors would definitely not be able to see, let alone endure it.

Although his age is young, but his ability certainly can not be underestimated.

When the machete thrust came from the right side, suddenly there was another heirloom sword that had held back its movement.

The perverted figure was of course shocked. Half shocked dead. Especially after realizing that the sword belonged to Zhang Fei!

When did the young man move? Why can't he see it? Is it really that fast?

Various sorts of similar questions suddenly sprung up in his mind. The No Appeal Perverted God was completely taken aback.

Right now, the machete and the heirloom sword were still clinging to each other. The two weapons seem to be inseparable.

The owners each continue to channel the energy within. So that the pull of attraction immediately occurs.

A sweat the size of a pea seed came out from Zhang Fei's forehead. He tried to channel his power into the Sword of the God King with even more numbers.

The Sword God from the South was bluffing his teeth. A moment later he shouted loudly.

The body of the Black Panji Party leader immediately flew over. He was flying backwards without control.

At that time it was an excellent opportunity to launch a counter-attack. Noticing this, Zhang Fei immediately traced the ground and caught up with him.

Yush!!! Wutt!!!

His body movements were really fast. Just a little more, the tip of the Sword of the God King will hit the target.

But ready to think, when the distance is only a little left, suddenly from another direction there is another shadow that flashes not if quickly.

The martial World Grandfathers who witnessed the incident were also shocked. Reflexively, there were also those who directly hunted into the middle of the fighting arena.

Blamm!!!

The clashing of the hands occurred. A loud voice sounded deafening. The two human shadows instantly pushed back a few steps back.

Still at the same time, realizing that someone had helped him, Zhang Fei quickly resumed the halted attack.

That effort should have paid off. If not killed immediately, at least the No Appeal Heretical God would be severely injured.

Unfortunately, due to the unexpected incident, Zhang Fei's efforts had met with failure.

His counterattack was successfully repelled. Several times he continued again, the results remained nil.

Not wanting to make energy for nothing, he finally jumped back three steps.

The fierce duel between them came to a halt. Both are currently looking to the other side. Each was curious about who the two figures were.

When seen more clearly, it turned out that the figure who intended to attack Zhang Fei was suddenly the Nine Lives Monk. While the figure who helped him, was none other than the Sword Swordsman of Farewell!

Now, the two Grandfathers of Perseverance were facing each other.

"I can't believe you're going to get in my way" said the Nine Lives Monk.

"I don't believe you'll do anything like a coward" replied the Farewell Swordsman.