The Sword God of the South

The Shadowless God Arak I

The words of the World Grandfather The cult cannot continue. Because at the same time, suddenly his eyes saw a silvery-white light that flashed very quickly.

The light moved so fast that he himself was unable to see it clearly.

Through one breath later, I knew something was falling on the ground.

The head!

The head of the perverted figure had turned out to have slipped out of place!

Fresh blood instantly gushed out. Then followed by the collapse of the body of the owner of the head.

The two martial World Grandfathers who were behind were both shocked after realizing what had happened there.

They didn't expect his partner would die headless. Even more unexpected is that the enemy that has been considered helpless, was still able to launch a powerful attack.

That happened very quickly. So that they both are not able to do any action.

Meanwhile, after successfully killing his enemy, Zhang Fei immediately collapsed onto the ground. Now his power is completely exhausted.

Let alone to launch an attack like just now, even to move his fingers, he felt unable to.

Seeing the collapsing Zhang Fei, the two martial World Elders immediately stepped towards him. They were really angry because of the death of one of his colleagues.

"Buck fucker! Want to die was still bragging," said one of the Patuk Dunia Persilatan.

He then gripped the collar and forced Zhang Fei to stand up.

"If you want to kill, kill. Importantly, I have managed to finish off one of you," Zhang Fei said with great difficulty.

Then he closed his eyes. Zhang Fei didn't want to do anything else. More precisely, he was unable to do anything.

For the time being, that Imperial Song Profound World Chief had already given up his life to the heavens.

If you have to die, die quickly. Zhang Fei would not feel regret. He will actually feel proud because he has been killed in a fight that fought for his own homeland.

For a warrior like himself, it is precisely this kind of death that is very much dreamed of.

Die to defend the land. Die to defend the truth!

That way, what else should he regret?

Bukk!!!

A hard blow struck his heart with a crushing blow. Slaps containing powerful energy also landed on both of his cheeks.

The martial World Grandfather that perverted flow was really angry. He continued to beat Zhang Fei with his strength that could not be looked at lightly.

Blows and kicks keep coming like never-ending rain. The perverted figure continued to torment him. For now, he did not expect Zhang Fei to die quickly.

He just wanted to make her suffer and feel extreme pain. But unfortunately, Zhang Fei remained silent and closed his eyes.

Against all the attacks that had befallen him, it was as if it did not give him any feelings either.

Wutt!!! Srett!!!

The slash and the chopping of the machete also landed on his body. The various kinds of wounds were getting painted clearly.

When he was about to chop off Zhang Fei's head, suddenly his comrade who had been waiting for him spoke. "Don't kill him now,"

"Why can't I kill him?" he looked at it for a moment.

"Because that's not the best way out,"

"Then, what's the best way out?"

He then walked over and asked that Zhang Fei be given to him. After which, the heretic figure instantly took out at least fifteen silver-colored spikes from under his shirt pocket.

All the secret weapons are then plugged in at all important points on the human body. At the time of the incident, Zhang Fei had involuntarily let out a restrained complaint.

But to do something, he was no longer capable. One by one, the nails began to spurt into the body. As soon as it was done, the figure immediately threw it away.

"In this way, he will feel a very heavy torment. This son of a bitch is not gonna die right away. At least he died seven days later. During that time, every time he would feel pain that was hard to imagine," the perverted figure smiled coldly.

His partner laughed very loudly.

"Good, very good. You are indeed very intelligent," he praised as he patted her on the shoulder.

"Of course" he smiled proudly. "That's it, now, let's go,"

"Good,"

The two lost grandfathers left immediately. But before his steps away, he who used a machete had snatched the Sword of the God King from Zhang Fei's hands

Meanwhile, on the other hand, along with the battle of the Profound World Chief, there was also the Shadowless God Arak who looked troubled against his three enemies.

The old man continued to be suppressed from three different sides. Although he has expended all his energy and abilities, but he is still unable to do more.

Ever since his battle began, the Shadowless Arak God had only been able to be in a defensive position. He never attacked.

Even if there is an opportunity to counterattack, the attack is never maximal.

Because when he strikes back, there are always other perverted figures who hinder his efforts.

"Two bangka, just give up. Until whenever you can never beat us,"

"really. Instead of bothering to waste energy, it's better to give up your life for nothing,"

"If you don't want to die, we will gladly grant it. But on condition, you'll have to destroy your own silat,"

The laughter then sounded so loud. Their laughter resembled that of a demon coming from hell.

The Shadowless God Arak was really furious. His anger can no longer be expressed.

All his life, it felt like only now did he experience such humiliation at this moment.

"Anger God Arak!"

Because he could not stand it anymore, in the end he also issued one of the ultimate series of his own creation.

The Shadowless God Arak shouted loudly. Along with that, he also thickened a sword, two axes and an iron rod that at that time wanted to******* his body

A loud voice rang several times. Three of his opponents were instantly pushed back after they felt the pressure of pain energy that was difficult to contain.

"The God of Arak Asks for Alms,"

The first move was soon called. Both of his hands moved swiftly launching punches and tore at an important point. Two misguided figures were immediately targeted.

But because their abilities are not far below them, the results obtained are not optimal.

Such moves could be dispelled quite easily after they combined their strength.

"Blow of the Drunk God!"

Because conscious of his first style can not provide satisfactory results, he finally decided to issue a series of higher moves again.

The fourth stage has been called. The two hands of the Shadowless Arak God struck out rapidly once. Each of those blows contained a great amount of energy. Let alone humans, even a stone as big as a table could be instantly destroyed if it was hit.

Unfortunately, again the efforts of the Shadowless God Arak could not go smoothly.