Reply Revenge of the Swordsman
One by one Fall

"Grandfather, those three grandpas won't win, why don't they help grandfather?" siok Lee asked in a whisper.

"Ha.ha...ha...! Exactly the insistence of your grandson, Siok Lee. Come on, go ahead and help. And you're also a red fan demon!" tek Hin exclaimed arrogantly.

Siok Lan was surprised, because he felt that speaking whispered to his grandfather, and the commander was fighting against three wise grandfathers, but could still hear and answer. What a great old commander.

"I'm not going to do Siok Lan's braking" Siok Lee said.

"Will grandfather be able to

matched her?" ask the curious Siok Lan.

"Strong to win him, but I'm not afraid. If all my friends lose, let me give you this piece of old life and body." replied Siok Lee who of course made Siok Lan moved.

"Grandfather, don't do it." said Siok Lan.

"Stt.....! dying is nothing more for an old man like me. But different from you, so do not be reckless. Have you met him?" ask the curious Siok Lee.

"Who, cake?" asked Siok Lan who pretended not to know.

"Who else if it wasn't Xiao Yu, you went looking for him didn't you?" asked Siok Lee who looked at his grandson curiously.

Siok Lan did not reply, her face flushed red and she shook her head slowly.

Siok Lee did not ask any more, nor did Siok Lan forget about Yu Tian when she saw how the match had already reached its peak. Only about thirty moves took place, but the condition of the three grandfathers was bad.

They are now continuously squeezed and depressed by the sword beam of Commander Thian Sung which is getting wider and wider the beam scroll.

"Vile traitor let you taste my sword!" shouted Cui Hwa who seemed to be unable to hold back the anger of his heart anymore.

The woman had jumped forward making Siok Lee and the red fan demon startled, about to prevent but too late.

There was a terrible scream when there was a rattling sound and like the condition of the three Hoang ho people earlier, Cui Hwa's body collapsed into a corner, jolting, a poison-stained throwing weapon stuck between his eyes and he died shortly afterwards.

Laughing Thian Sung sped up his sword movements and Ang Han exclaimed slowly, staggering backwards and his left arm was a meandering miss and falling onto the ground.

"Aarrgh....!"

Ang Han's arm has been struck by Thian Sung's sword.

Seeing that the head of Ang Kai who did not accept his brother was injured, hit forward recklessly and his sword moved very quickly.

Thian Sung retreated and fended off, his left hand was swung back and the three blood-stained throwing weapons, which were, stuck between the eyes of the neck and the heart of the beggar chief who then collapsed no longer wart.

"Aaagghhh!"

This sound was heard echoing out of the esophagus making dozens of members of the society of beggars red silk belt already itching to lung forward.

Seeing this the Distilled Goddess quickly raised her arms upwards and exclaimed.

"Brother brother member of the beggar assembly please calm down! The brave always keep the promise. We have promised, represented by your chairman earlier to pit intelligence between leaders. No one can intervene without command!" exclaiming the red fan demon that is most respected by the fighters.

So the beggars who witnessed for themselves how their chief was killed, by holding back anger and can only shed tears while caring for the body of their chairman as the members of Huang ho did to their chairman and against the body of Cui Hwa earlier.

After Ang Han was killed, of course, the bad old boy and Monk Ji became more and more bothered to face Thian Sung.

"Given our friendship, it is no better for you to give up than to die silly at the end of my weapon! she...ha..ha...!" thian Sung exclaimed with a laugh that mocked him.

"Amitabha, we are not afraid of facing death," said Monk Ji as he continued to move his staff.

When Thian Sung was angry, he let out a sound that made the whole place tremble, his sword flashing blindingly.

But the two mighty grandfathers were undaunted, welcoming him with their own weapons, and even the staff in the hands of Monk Ji managed to slash Thian Sung's left shoulder.

"Bukkk !"

Monk Ji was shocked when he felt how his staff was flipping and his hands were very sore. But he was excited when he saw Thian Sung fall down.

The opportunity was used by the naughty old boy to come forward and send a deadly attack. But things turned around, though,

"Revelation...!" exclaim the red fan demon.

"Retreat...!" the Siok Lee

admonish.

But it was too late because the two parents who had started to get tired had already hit the front.

At that moment, Thian Sung's slanted left hand was swung and the dozens of poison-tipped throwing weapons were clattering rapidly from close range towards these two grandfathers.

The mischievous old boy and Monk Ji were very surprised, they tried to turn the weapon to protect the body, but not all throwing weapons can they be fielded.

A throwing weapon stuck in the hull of monk Ji and another stuck the neck of the naughty old boy. They staggered and then collapsed.

"Vile traitors feel our vengeance!"

This shout came out and Tan Li's mouth was followed by Han Wen, Gui Siong and also Yang Tek. The four young people who saw their teacher collapse could not help themselves anymore and had already pulled out their weapons and lunged forward.

"Hold...alert...!" exclaimed the red fan demon which then floated forward and its fan was flicked rapidly in front of the four young people who were threatened by the dozens of throwing weapons sticks that grabbed while making a rattling sound low noise whispered those ears.

"Cring, cring, cring, cring....!"

A dozen of the throwing weapons rods were flitted by the sludge of the red fan demon fan.

But a throwing weapon still missed and stuck on the left shoulder of the red fan demon, making this man stagger.

Tan Li quickly hugged her and

taking him backwards, where the red fan demon took out the medicine and while nagging.

"The four of you are tired of living! Better take care of your teachers and try to treat them!"

The four young men turned pale. They understood that if there were no demons' the red fan itself would not be able to save themselves from the strike of dozens of great throwing weapons.

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