The Sword God of the South

The Battle of Two World Grandfathers in Perseverance

He moved quickly while avoiding the tasbih seed slide that targeted his entire body. The heirloom sword flashed swiftly fending off and splitting the seeds.

The peak battle involving the two high-class figures was truly thrilling. Everyone who was there could feel the tension.

About fifteen moves later, finally the tasbih seed attack was completed as well. The Farewell Swordsman saved his life.

Although there are some seeds of prayer beads that hit the body to cause bruises and unparalleled pain, but it is calculated mending than have to lose a sheet of life.

The Farewell Sword Swordsman stood up with sweat that had soaked his entire body. He was so grateful to have survived death.

Admittedly, the attack just now was truly devastating. Maybe just this time he experienced it.

While on the other hand, the Nine Lives Monk seemed to be in shock. His surprise could no longer be described.

The last ultimate move he had learned over the years had already been issued. But even that technique still does not produce results.

That means, he has no more style.

Hope has vanished. Right now, you could say his life was in the hands of the Farewell Swordsman.

"You failed to kill me!" he said in a cold tone.

"Yes, I did fail," replied the Nine Lives Monk quickly. "I told you, to kill me is impossible,"

The Farewell Sword Swordsman smiled coldly upon hearing those words.

"Is there any last message you want to give?"

"Nothing" he said, shaking his head. "I just hope, in the next life, I don't want to see people like you anymore,"

"good. May your haraoan be heard by the Gods,"

Wutt!!! Srett!!!

The Farewell Sword Swordsman instantly shot forward. His sword slashed through the Nine Lives Monk's chest from left to right.

His body instantly collapsed onto the ground with fresh blood spurting out.

All the fights that had been taking place on the lawn of the Persilatan World Chairman Building, have now been completed thoroughly.

For the umpteenth time, the victory again sided with Zhang Fei.

"Trule all these bodies. Bury them in one big hole" Zhang Fei told the command of all the officers in the martial World Headquarters standing behind him.

"Good, Chief. We will immediately carry out the order," replied one officer representing the other.

Dozens of people immediately divided their respective tasks. As for Zhang Fei and the other figures, they immediately entered the room.

When he got there, three famous healers immediately entered. He immediately dealt with the warriors who had been injured from the battle earlier.

While the world figures martial, they immediately treated in turn. By channeling pure air and powerful energy, the wounds they had suffered earlier became much lessened.

Among these figures, the worst of his injuries was the Swordsman of Farewell. As told earlier, the heretic grandfather was injured by an attack from the seeds of the Nine Lives Monk.

Although the seeds did not penetrate his body, but the resulting pain was truly extraordinary.

Ever since receiving that wound, the Farewell Swordsman continued to feel his entire body extremely hot. Hot as burning. Especially in the mouth part of the wound itself.

Right now, he was sitting contemplating in the corner of the room while quietly channeling pure air throughout the body.

But it is a pity that the effort he did was not able to provide maximum results. The pain and heat still felt quite intense.

Because it just so happened that Zhang Fei was not doing activities, then he quickly approached the perverted figure.

The Farewell Sword Swordsman was quite shocked by Zhang Fei's presence. He hurriedly looked at her and said. "Ah, no need, Chairman Fei. These wounds will not be able to kill me," he replied with a stiff smile.

"Now maybe not, but some time ahead, I'm sure I can,"

Zhang Fei was neither scaring nor blankly speaking to him. He spoke truthfully and in accordance with reality.

And it seemed, the Sword Swordsman of Farewell himself knew about it. Yet he was still acting calm because he did not want to trouble others.

"Hahaha ..if some are ahead, before this wound kills me, maybe I've already healed him,"

Zhang Fei threw a smile at him. He already knew how the nature of the old man in front of him.

"Mr Wu, can we speak with four eyes?"

"What do you want to say, Chief?"

"You'll know for yourself. Can it or not?"

"Hemm .. of course you can,"

"alright. Then, come with me,"

Zhang Fei left immediately. The Farewell Sword Swordsman followed behind him.

The other men looked at their departure. Only, no one dared to come along.

The Chief of the martial World brought the Farewell Swordsman into his personal space. When he got there, he told him to sit down.

"What are you going to talk about, Chairman Fei?" tanyanya back.

"Be quiet, Mr. Wu,"

Zhang Fei then took a look at some of the nerve vein points on his body. That movement is very fast. To the extent that the Farewell Swordsman himself was unable to avoid it.

Now, the entire body of the misguided grandfather was already stiff and could not be moved.

"Chairman Fei, what are you going to do to me?" tanyanya back.

"Be quiet, Mr. Wu,"

Finished saying, Zhang Fei directly channeled pure air into the mouth of the wound contained in the Farewell Swordsman's body.

Even though the old figure still refused, but now he was no longer able to do anything.

Since there was nothing he could do, the Farewell Swordsman finally chose to shut up and immediately closed his eyes.

The warm pure Eve continued to enter his body. Slowly but surely, the wounds that created pain and heat began to subside.

About fifteen minutes later, the process of channeling pure air was complete. Zhang Fei immediately retracted his palm.

"Hahh .." the perverted grandfather let out a deep breath right after Zhang Fei withdrew his hand.

"How are you feeling now, Mr Wu? Is it better?"

"Yes, Chairman Fei. I feel better already" he replied, nodding. "I'm sorry I've been troubling you again,"

"Who is troublesome? Of course not, Mr. Wu. I'm just thankful that you saved my life. If you hadn't taken any quick action, I might have died at the hands of the Nine Lives Monk by now,"

Zhang Fei said honestly. It was true, the Nine Life Monk's attack earlier was truly formidable. Moreover, back then, Zhang Fei was focused on facing the Unparalleled Immortal Sect.

If there is no help from the Swordsman of Farewell, he will be doomed.