Golden Dragon Swordsman S2
The Death of Five Perverted Monks

Suddenly the snow fell down heavily, thunderbolts struck ferociously and thunder jarring shook the entire hills. In such a situation, under one of the cliff foothills looks a young man dressed in tatters standing upright while scratching his tangled and fussy hair. This young man looked up his head towards the giant ape that was hovering over the hill.

“Salju down accompany this cold night,

It was as if laughing at me who was a lonely friend,

But he'll never understand, though,

Because my life has become used to silent juxtapositions,

My world no longer cares,

Where am I going, man,

But what is the power of the heart,

Maybe this is my destiny, though,

Which is not worth lamenting, though,

And I'm sure someday, though,

The coolant, heart,

Present my friend to dispel desolate and desolate.”

Finished reciting the verse thus, this young man laughed shortly. His hand moved back to scratch his matted hair. His gaze was increasingly sharpened staring at the giant ape that floated up there. Although the distance between himself and the giant ape is very far and blocked by the snow falling, but he can still see clearly the situation up there. As soon as his gaze caught the yellow-haired human figure hovering face-to-face some distance away from the giant ape figure, it widened its eyes.

“Mr Hydra..” hisses.

Once his feet hit the ground, his body immediately slid like a flash and the next shock he had floated opposite the yellow-haired young man.

“You!” the yellow-haired youth who was none other than Arya was smiling faintly.

The young man dressed in rags was nodding his head while grinning. “Master, it's nice to be reunited with you.” this young man glanced down where the fight was back. “But why are you here?” continue with a face of astonishment.

“I was playing rain-snow rain.” said Arya ketus.

“Oh, then forgive me for disturbing your pleasure.” The face of the tattered-clothed youth suddenly changed, he quickly twisted his body. Once kicked, glide the green light towards the red ray escape that leads to where they float.

Blaaarr...

A huge explosion echoed through the air as the green and red rays of light met with each other.

“Master, who is the old man inside the big monkey's head? I hear, this is the Demon Man's headquarters. Is that true, sir?” hiss the young man dressed in rags was.

“If you already know, then why did you ask what I was doing here.” said Arya, “I should have asked you, why did you roam to this place, why did you wander to this place, didn't you and grandfather Dai Wubai have returned to the central mainland continent?”

“I was indeed assigned to buy.” young man dressed in tatters who is none other than Zhiyuhan, unable to continue his words because at the same time a ray of red light had moved slashing towards them.

“Fuuuhhfff” Zhiyuhan turned his head while spitting a series of wind from his mouth.

The rush of the red light slash that turned out to be the sword was immediately blown away by a series of roars of wind that Zhiyuhan exhaled.

“Bothering people talking, huh!” grouse Zhiyuhan. This young man was already on standby as he sensed a huge energy heading towards his place.

And sure enough, nothing less than a blink of an eye. In front of him now suddenly appeared the figure of a giant ape shining bright red, and then followed by a gust of wind rushing due to the ape's power. Arya and Zhiyuhan's hair and clothes were fluttering in the wind. But both remained calm.

“Li Xian, why did you even send your sword against me?! Do you think I am not worthy enough to fight with you?!” said grandfather Li Chunfeng in a slightly angry tone of snapping. “And what is your relationship with the Dragon Warrior Legend? Why is the sword in your hand?”

“Old man, are you going to fight or ask?!” snapped Zhiyuhan, “You are indeed unfit to be my master's opponent! I'm your opponent!”

After saying so, Zhiyuhan had quickly lunged. With his bare hands he hit the giant ape's head until the ape bounced dozens of spears away.

Blaaarrr!

The lightning returned snatched and the thunderous rattled. This tattered-clothed youth smirked as he flicked his hair that covered part of his face. With his left hand he seemed to pluck something out of his chest. A white stick that had a beautiful red streak seemed to be grasped in his left hand. Zhiyuhan chuckled, but before he returned to launch an attack, someone suddenly knew that he was holding his shoulder.

“Swandaru, you take care of the people downstairs. Let the old man be my part.” said Arya. Then regardless of Swandaru's response aka Zhiyuhan, he flew towards Li Chunfeng's grandfather.

Zhiyuhan sighed. He could not dare to disobey Arya's orders. For a moment he was still floating in the air, staring at Arya, then his hand holding the Sun Destroying Scepter, he glued it to the chest. The wand glowed bright white and the next second vanished into his body. Then his eyes turned to look down. There he saw several images of Arya was carrying one by one people who knew who, out of the headquarters that looks like the temple. As soon as his gaze saw a white-haired young man being ganged on dozens of masked people, he immediately swooped down into the battle circles.

“What a shameless thing! How dare you just play!”

The voice sounded like thunder. Everyone stopped the fight and looked around. The faces that had been violent seemed to stiffen, they were all aware that the voice was not just an ordinary sound, but an echo of sound that contained an immense Qi pressure.

As soon as the snapping sound disappeared, some of the skull-masked humans saw a body figure that flashed above their heads. Then after that the shadow figure performed a salto in the air. And....

Tapp...

The figure knew it had stood facing Fei Lun. All the people in skull masks watched closely the figure who suddenly interfered in their affairs. A haggard young man dressed in tatters with furrowed hair like a madman. Although they see people who interfere with their fight like beggars or crazy, but all people with skull masks do not immediately start the attack, because they feel the need to know who the bad boy is.

The appearance of Zhiyuhan apparently also caught the attention of the Demon Wolf From the East. The person dressed in red and covering his face with the skull mask jumped away from the Fire Arm grandfather who was fighting with him. For a moment the pair of eyes behind the skull mask glanced towards Zhiyuhan. But his carelessness was fatal! The Fire Arm's grandfather knew of having jerked his right fist punch that was blazing green flames.

It was fortunate that the Demon Wolf from the East still dodged. His body was very quick to slide up, but his right leg was still hit by a fire shot launched by the opponent. His feet were crushed to ashes! The Demon Wolf from the East grinned sickly as well in anger.

Just getting an attack just now, the Demon Wolf From the East was again forced to catapult its body flying higher as the Fire Arm grandfather again launched a long-range punch from below. The green fireball shot fiercely chasing the flying speed of the Demon Wolf From the East.

Upset that the fireball was continuing to chase after him, the Demon Wolf from the East swung the Eternal Ice Sword towards the lesion of the green fireball.

Oooummm!

Green flames spread in the sky, looking as beautiful as fireworks.

The Fire Arm Grandfather who understood his attack could be destroyed by the opponent, immediately ramped up his body to then darted flying in pursuit of the Demon Wolf From the East. This grandfather would not let his opponent get away with it.

“Who are you, Little Dog?!” hardik monk armed with silver scepter. His pair of eyes poked sharply at the young man.

Zhiyuhan turned his body, facing towards the source of the sound. “Ah, I just happened to pass by and want to take shelter. But not to mention this place is inhabited a lot of ghost skulls. Hehe.. but why did you guys gang up on this handsome young man? Presumably because of his good looks, you guys became crazy. Ha. Ha. Ha...” Zhiyuhan laughed while scratching his hair. 

The monk snorted. And as soon as his snorting voice disappeared, his body had floated towards the young man. It doesn't seem like he's moving his legs. Suddenly he had been within a distance of one and a half spears before Zhiyuhan.

Now the monk and Zhiyuhan faced each other. The silver stick in the hand of the plontos-headed man seemed to emit a reddish glow, a sign that he was ready to attack. While his pair of eyes were staring fiercely at the young man dressed in rags.

“Keparat...!” the monk shouted cursing. “Your arrival here certainly wants to help the young man. For that you must die too!”

The words accompanied by the killer air, Zhiyuhan responded with a scratch on his head. His face flinched as if astonished.

“What a sudden arrival I did,

Seeking the Devil Man to cause havoc, the,

Not sure here's the hiding place, though,

If my life is what you ask for, then,

Do not regret if you are the one who will go first to the afterlife,”

Zhiyuhan stopped the movement of his hand scratching his hair. His gaze that was innocent like a child suddenly became sharp as if the radiance of his eyes had a powerful energy that made the monk before him tremble.

Fei Lun frowned, only this time did he see someone cheer before the enemy. In addition, he also wondered why he could not read the cultivation level of the ruffled-clothed youth.

The wuuuss!

Suddenly a monk clawed a large fly on his cheek, flashed in the air. While letting out a shrill shriek, he slashed his machete that was enveloped in red energy targeting Zhiyuhan's neck shaft.

The one being attacked let out a snorting sound from the nose. He acted as if he was unaware of the attack. Zhiyuhan did not intend to evade or fend off at all.

Seeing his target showing no resistance or taking evasive action, the big fly-studded monk smirked, “Mampus!”

Fei Lun was about to prevent, but it was too late. His energy has not fully recovered. Unable to see what would happen to the tattered-clothed young man, Fei Lun closed her eyes.

Bukkk, bukkk, bukkk..!

The big fly-legged monk managed to read his cleaver into the young man's neck! Not stopping there, he continued to read and thrust his machete into the chest, heartburn, and the head of his opponent. The attack hit his target! But the one who was attacked instead of feeling pain, even he himself screamed in pain. His hands trembled as if what he was attacking was not a human body, but a very hard piece of steel. The shock then he too quickly jumped away. The monk glanced towards his cleaver which still had not stopped shaking. His eyes flashed wide, while finding his navel machete was now chipped and cracked.

The four Demon Man monks were shocked to see the incident. But quickly they realized that indeed this seemingly careless young man was not a figure of pejilatan kacang.

With the ability to play each other's weapons, the five monks lunged at the same time. Their weapons that were being fed by poor Qi transversely caused noise and tremendous heat.

Again Zhiyuhan snorted. This time his left hand scratched his hair. Look at the movements of his opponent. There was no sign that this tattered-clothed youth was wary of the attack that the five perverted monks were about to launch. Clearly, he underestimated the five monks. Of course it made the blood of the five monks boil. And....

“Haaat..”

The attack, accompanied by a loud screeching sound from the large-nosed monk, shot towards Zhiyuhan's neck, after first twirling his weapon overhead. So as to cause a loud roaring sound sign of strong energy, contained in the round of the big machete.

While the four colleagues immediately opened the attack mode. They moved towards Zhiyuhan from a different direction. And then launch an attack with their respective flagship weapons.

Zhiyuhan remained with his original attitude. His left hand was still scratching his hair. When the attack coming from the five monks snatched close, this young man nicknamed Swordsman Poet, moved his legs. It is simple movement that he makes. But strangely, not a single opponent's attack was capable of hitting his limbs.

Not just get there. After successfully evading the attacks of the five opponents, both hands of Zhiyuhan moved quickly. Thus, the actual hand numbering two is visible in the tens.

The five Demon Man monks felt their eyesight twitching. But, they tried to resist the attack that the young man would launch, by dodging as much as possible, but....

Tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk.!

Slow voices were heard followed by the paralysis of the hands of the five monks holding weapons. The shock was followed by the fall of their weapons to the ground. Apparently totokan Zhiyuhan landed right behind their elbows. This left the hand paralyzed for a while.

The five monks' faces paled, they realized that the opponent faced this time had immeasurable intelligence. But they had no other choice but to protect their headquarters. This tattered-clothed youth must have heard all the news about the lunge their group was doing, and it seemed that he could not possibly let them live. The five monks realized this.

But, as high-level martial figures from the Tang empire, as well as disciples of the Demon Wolf From the East, they would rather die as a tiger than live as a dog. That is why, despite having realized the position of the opponent who turned out to have the ability above all of them, the five monks still held resistance.

They immediately launched a barrage of attacks with their bare hands towards Zhiyuhan's body. But the series of attacks can easily be thwarted by the science of relieving the body of the Poet Swordsman.

Seeing their leaders in desperation, dozens of skull-masked men immediately moved to help. However, they had not yet reached the five spears from the center of the fight, suddenly the skull mask people who were in the front row had a chance to be hit by Fei Lun who moved like lightning, like lightning, dispelling those skull masks who were about to pestle the fight.

Fei Lun was now confined to nearly thirty skull-masked men, all of whom were armed with their own weapons and heirlooms. Like a tiger surrounded by dozens of buffaloes, Fei Lun quickly infiltrated the enemy's weapons and occasionally pounced on deadly attacks.

The fight raged fiercely, the sound of pounding continued to be heard filling the air. The walls were destroyed by collisions with stray attacks. Hot air like embers of fire enveloped the entire room, making the snow grains that fell instantly liquid into water droplets.

Meanwhile, nearly ten of Zhiyuhan's old moves were toying with his opponents. He did not put up any resistance at all, except to avoid the incoming attacks. This Poet Swordsman apparently did intend to play an opponent before killing him.

When the monks' fifth breath had been hunted down because of the jaded and bubbling anger in the chest, then Zhiyuhan acted quickly. He flashed quickly and immediately grabbed two opponents' weapons, namely a machete and a silver stick. The two weapons were twisted around like propellers.

Inevitably the five perverted monks also took distance, the heavy wind from the round of weapons played by Zhiyuhan made their eyesight so nilar, he said, it also made the skin of those who were exposed to the wind feel as if they were pierced by thousands of needles.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhiyuhan had moved like lightning.

“Aaakh..!”

The screams of death were heard following with the fall of one by one five heretical monks. It was horrible their deaths. Entire bodies were torn apart, three monks were killed in a state of disintegration, while two others died with their own flagship weapons stuck in their respective batons.

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Thankfully the problem with the NT side has already been resolved. With this, the author will continue the story.

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