The Sword God of the South

The Reformed Grief

The Nine Lives Monk did not say anymore. He immediately shut his mouth tightly.

Inwardly, the perverted figure was really annoyed to the Farewell Swordsman for having thwarted his efforts.

Even if there was no him, it was certain that the attack just now would give a satisfactory result. Results as expected!

Especially before carrying out the attack, the Nine Lives Monk had taken everything into account. Be it the circumstances, the speed, or the accuracy.

But it is very unfortunate, all these calculations, immediately collapsed after the Farewell Swordsman!

"Do you want to kill the Chief of the martial World?" ask the Swordsman Farewell Further.

"Yes, I wanted to kill him. It has even been a long time," the perverted figure replied honestly.

"Good, then, go ahead. But on condition, step over my body first,"

"What do you mean?"

The Nine Lives Monk was shocked when he heard that remark. He assumed that the Farewell Swordsman was joking.

"Did you still not understand?"

"Hemm .. don't joke. How could I possibly step over your body?"

Although he himself was a martial World Grandfather, but to be able to defeat the Farewell Swordsman, it felt like it was a very impossible thing.

The difference between them is not too far away. But the Swordsman of Farewell has some advantages and privileges that he does not own.

"I'm not kidding," he replied with a serious facial expression. "Maybe or may not, you should still do it. Didn't you want to kill the Chief of the martial World?"

The Nine Lives Monk fell silent again. After seeing that seriousness, he only believed that the Farewell Swordsman was indeed not joking.

While on the other hand, the characters who were watching and listening to the conversation between them, instantly felt overwhelmed.

Anyone would not have thought that the Farewell Swordsman turned out to have such great concern for Zhang Fei.

But if remembered some time ago, he also wanted to kill him. Who is beautiful, quite the opposite.

It is true what the saying says. The world must be spinning. Humans must change too.

The bad view that used to always be bestowed on the Swordsman of Farewell, is now completely gone.

The White Cross World Grandfathers believed that the heretical figure had really changed.

Although he did not want to change his direction in the martial world, but at least, what was inside the old man had undergone a major change.

And all of those things were caused by a young boy named Zhang Fei!

"Why are you still quiet?" asked the Swordsman of Farewell after a long time the Nine Lives Monk did not attack.

"I am still in doubt" replied the heretical grandfather.

"You still have doubts? Alright. Then let me dispel those doubts myself,"

Kingg!!!

The Farewell Sword Swordsman instantly whipped out his weapon. Without wasting any longer, he instantly lowered his ultimate stance and charged towards the Nine Lives Monk!

Yush!!!

His body seemed to have vanished into the earth. One blink of an eye later, the Farewell Swordsman had already appeared before his opponent.

The Nine Lives Monk was shocked. He hurriedly jumped in order to survive the attack. Unfortunately, he was a little late. The tip of the sword managed to tear off the clothes on his waist.

Fresh blood instantly seemed to melt out. Although not much, but it was enough to make it jerry.

The Farewell Sword Swordsman did not want to stop there. He returned to attack with a wide range of movements that were quick and difficult to read.

In just a few moves time, the Nine Lives Monk was immediately pressed. He could do nothing but avoid.

Because I don't want to die silly. In the end, he had to take the final step.

"If we're meant to kill each other, fine. I will serve your wishes. May the Buddha forgive us both," said the Nine Lives Monk, shouting loudly enough.

Yush!!!

He jumped high. The large necklace of prayer beads was immediately grasped by his right hand.

Whoa!!! Whoa!!!

The necklace of prayer beads goes round and round. The clash between the sword and the necklace continued.

The Farewell Sword Swordsman smiled coldly. Although the opponent's style is very great, but it is still not enough to urge him.

The two martial World Grandfathers of the heretical flow continued to battle fiercely. They attacked each other without stopping.

Not far from his side, there was also Zhang Fei and the peerless Heretical God who were also exchanging moves.

The course of the fight they both almost coincided with the fight involving the two lost grandfathers.

The difference was, once the fight resumed, Zhang Fei had already managed to dominate. He continued to urge opponents with the form of the God Sword Disciple.

After reaching fifteen ranks, he suddenly changed his fighting style.

His sword flashed as fast as lightning. His body also disappeared without a trace.

The peerless Heretical God was unable to witness neither the attack nor Zhang Fei's body. In his eyes, the Profound World Chief was as if it had indeed vanished.

He was only able to see the silvery-white light prowess that was constantly scattering towards him.

The sound of the nayring rang out so loud. Five moves later, suddenly there was a lot of fresh blood spurting.

When the atmosphere returned to normal like all, everyone could see that the fresh blood turned out to belong to the Unrivaled Heretical God.

The leader of the Black Panji Party was killed with his head out of place. The head rolled and fell right under the feet of the Nine Lives Monk.

His pair of eyes were still glaring. His forehead tightened as if the Uncivaled Perverted God did not believe the events that befell him.

Whereas in that place, that headless body instantly collapsed onto the ground. Fresh blood was still coming out of his neck.

Not far from the funds, there was Zhang Fei who was standing upright like a spear. His breath was a little shaky. Sweat has washed the whole body.

The Sword of the God King that was still clasped in his right hand, seemed to be dripping blood from his sworn enemy.

"Dad, Mother. All of you .. Look, I have managed to avenge this group. I've managed to slash the head of the man who killed all of you. Now ... rest in peace. For your grudges have already been avenged," Zhang Fei muttered right before the body of the peerless Heretical God.

After he finished saying that, a smile of happiness was suddenly seen on Zhang Fei's lips. His tiredness and fatigue disappeared. The injuries from the fight earlier, as if he had not felt them at all.

That tiredness, that tiredness and those injuries, all paid off with his revenge avenged!

At his side, almost simultaneously, the fight between the Farewell Swordsman who fought the Nine Lives Monk would also end.

The perverted monk severed the necklace and threw dozens of large beads of seeds at the opponent.

Dozens of seeds of the beads shot like lightning. Andi there is only one seed that hits the body, the body will be immediately hollow.

Because not only the material is special, even in it is also contained a powerful boost of magic energy.

Fortunately, the Sword Swordsman of Farewell was able to face the ultimate attack.