Golden Dragon Swordsman S2
White And Black Shadow

In front of the eyes lay a lush valley with a beautiful view. The valley was named the green peacock valley, located within the dominion of the Guangzhou kingdom.

To the east of this valley there is a vast rice field area, and at this time the rice that is planted has been yellowed as far as the eye can see, as if the expanse of gold tapestry is visible. When the wind blew, the yellowed ripe rice swayed waving weakly.

On this clear morning between the wind came the sweet sound of flutes. Anyone who hears it will surely be stunned and put the ears well enjoy the sound of the flute.

"Who blew the flute?" Hulao circulated his gaze downwards, his gaze as if sweeping across every inch of rice fields that spread wide beneath him.

According to Hulao and Honglong the beauty of the flute, must have been played by a great artist, because the flute can describe the beauty of the surrounding natural scenery through the breath that is channeled through the flute hole.

But after discovering who the flute blower is, Hulao and Honglong gaped because the reality is that the flute blower is not an artist nor an adult, but a seven-year-old shepherd boy sitting on a big buffalo stood firm, clean and shiny.

Slowly the big buffalo stepped along the edge of the rice field, entered the green peacock valley, then climbed the lip of the valley to the south. On his back, the seven-year-old boy was so engrossed in blowing a flute that he did not care where the buffalo was carrying it.

But when the buffalo arrived above the southern valley, the boy stopped his flute play, his mouth agape and his eyes glared as he watched the scene before him.

The two body figures that were visible were only black and white shadows, in seeing them flashing violently, involved in an intense and fierce fight.

The boy noticed with unblinking eyes, he did not expect in such a beautiful and cool place that there was a person fighting. For a long time he noticed the prowess of the two figures, making the boy become dizzy himself.

Several times he closed his eyes, opened them again, closed again, opened them again. When he opened his pair of eyes for the umpteenth time, he saw a black shadow urging a white shadow. Then suddenly a powerful kick was launched by the figure of a black shadow, but white strands can be evasive.

The death kick accidentally continued to hit the head of the buffalo on the boy's ride. There was a loud whimper, the big buffalo slammed down a few meters, fell to the ground, dead with its head broken.

The boy slammed, stimulating into the bushes. His clothes were torn in several parts and his skin was scuffed with injuries. But his favorite flute was still clasped in his right hand.

With great difficulty he came out of the bushes and grumbled when he found out what had happened to his buffalo mount.

Meanwhile, the two figures who were fighting desperately, both jumped back and forth. The fight stopped, and the two looked at the boy and his armchair.

Now the boy can see clearly who the two black and white figures were.

On the right stood a black-robed grandfather with a bald head of plontos that glittered in the sun. His pair of eyebrows were thick, his mustache was rare but thick and long. It looks exactly like a seal.

On the left stood a white-clothed grandfather. His hair was white to a shoulder, he had a mustache and a bushy beard that was also white. His pair of eyes looked intently at the boy holding the flute, while his forehead was twitching as if he was thinking of something.

Even though he had only seen a black shadow, but the boy was sure that the black-robed grandfather had fired a kick to numb his shoulders.

With bulging eyes and a face showing anger, he snapped at the black-robed grandfather. "Two bald jackfruits, you killed my carcass. I will definitely be stoned by my master. You have to replace it! If not..."

The black-robed grandfather's face reddened, only this time he was scolded to such an extent by a snot child. "Go from here! otherwise, I'll break your head like the beast.."

"No! You need to replace that dead buffalo first.."

"Rancid boy! You're slipping!" Shouted grandfather in black robes furiously.

But before the energy of the empty hand punch struck the shepherd boy, from the side roaring wind energy to another punch, dispelling the wind energy of the black-robed grandfather punch until an explosion occurred and both wind energies disappeared.

The boy shifted his gaze, he did not realize that the white-clothed grandfather had helped him. The boy did not realize that he had just escaped the danger of death, then raised his flute high and ran towards the black-robed grandfather.

"Two bald jackfruits, I'll hit you with my serule if you don't want to replace the buffalo you killed."

This brave boy did not realize at all that his actions would take his own life, because in his anger the grandfather of the black robe was already intent on killing the child. But again the white-clothed old man saved her.

Once darted, the white-clothed grandfather suddenly grabbed the collar of the boy's clothes and pulled him to safety.

"Son, your courage is so incredible and amazes me. But that bald head is not your opponent. Let me represent you to hit him."

For a moment the shepherd boy fell silent, and then he said. "You Bangka elders don't know themselves fighting like children."

The white-clothed grandfather chuckled, but instead the bald-headed grandfather snapped and darted attacking.

Back when the two grandfathers fought a great battle, their bodies turned back into black and white shadows. It made the boy who witnessed it become again sore eyes and dizziness.

Even so, the shepherd boy forced to pay attention to the great fight while constantly shouting. "White beard let's hit the bald head of my car killer. Come brush, break his head like he broke my pet star."

The cries of the child seemed to encourage the grandfather dressed in white, but the actions of the boy made the bald grandfather become more emotionally ignited.

Suddenly the bald headed grandfather's hand appeared a jet-black wooden stick and emitted a dazzling radiance.

After fighting hundreds of attacks, the bald grandfather could not tear down his opponent with his bare hands. So this time he hoped that by relying on his immortal staff, he could defeat the white-bearded grandfather.

On the other hand, once he saw his enemy holding an heirloom, the white-bearded grandfather immediately issued an heirloom in the form of a machete-eyed spear.

After that, the two returned to a great battle. Now the greatness of their movements radiates light from their respective heirlooms.

Each exchange of attacks made the wind roar so fiercely. Explosions continued to occur around the battle site, making the shepherd boy stiffen until his knees shook shivering. The boy ran away to tens of meters from the fight, while his eyes and head were getting sicker watching.

In a great buzz, the white-bearded grandfather managed to urge the opponent by launching many times an incessant stab towards the opponent. Suddenly his spear crashed due to the unexpected punch of the opponent's stick.

The white-bearded grandfather hurriedly twitched, then stretched his spear beside his head.

Traanggang..

The clash of the two heirlooms of the staff and spear let out a loud voice.

The wooden stick belonging to the bald grandfather was smashed apart, while the spear belonging to the white beard grandfather was unleashed.

Bounced off the two grandfathers, they both vomited a mouthful of blood, which signaled both of them had internal injuries.