Legend Of Lightning Warriors II: The Eye of the Gods
The Death of the Six Swordsmen of God
The remaining five God Swordsmen were horrified. This stranger's football is brutal. It was even fiercer than a raging lion.
For a moment the fight stopped. The five warriors retreated five steps back.
"Hold a moment .." said one of them, raising his hand.
Shin Shui was not a cowardly swordsman. He is a true warrior who always obeys the rules of the martial world. Upon receiving such a request, he restrained his movement. The attack he wanted to launch, was immediately retracted.
"What's wrong?" he was cold with a cold face.
The remaining five warriors looked at each other for a while. Their mouths are silent. But their eyes speak.
It was as if each of those eyes were saying "You alone are talking to him, I dare not. I'm scared,"
Because after a while of waiting but they were still silent, Shin Shui finally felt annoyed.
"You talking or not? If not, we'll settle this fight immediately. I'm sick of seeing your boring faces," said Shin Shui slightly shouting out loud.
The guts of the five warriors are getting smaller. Their bodies trembled slightly and cold sweat had drenched the entire body.
To them, the foreign swordsman who was before him at the moment did not look like a human. Quite the contrary, the foreign warrior looked like a Lifeless Angel.
"Well-well. I'll talk. Who are you and on what basis did you attack us?" ask a swordsman trying to brave himself.
"Whoever I am is not important. You may not know me, but the old man must know who I am. The reason I attacked here was because the old man had injured my best friend," Shin Shui said withstanding a sense of annoyance.
Confusion disappears. They frowned because they did not understand Shin Shui's words.
Which old bangka? Are not the inhabitants of the old building on the Black Hill almost all old?
"Who do you mean?" ask because you can't resist curiosity.
"Kiang Mo Kong the Poisonous Serpent Datuk," Shin Shui said with a sharp blade-like look in his eyes.
They jerked. It turns out that the old bangka in question is their own "leader.
His entire life after joining Kiang Mo Kong, the five people had just experienced the incident of a foreign swordsman who even dared to tear apart the Black Hill people.
From this alone they all understood that the person who was now in front of him, was certainly not a random person. If not the background, of course the knowledge possessed is very high.
"Please tell me who you really are? Before we act more ruthlessly, quickly tell us who you are so that when you die, we can give you a name," said a proud swordsman in front of Shin Shui.
They dare to say so because they do not know who the person who will be faced. If you already know, how dare you say that. Maybe his mouth was immediately silenced with his own hands if he already knew who his opponent was.
"Low-humans like you may be able to kill the Thunderbolt Swordsman" shouted Shin Shui.
Along with that, he instantly leaped high into the air as there was one long-range attack darting towards him.
The five warriors were surprised again. They wanted to escape from there, but it was too late. The battle of determination has already taken place.
After jumping up high, Shin Shui tipped over twice and his left hand immediately sent out an attack.
A great energy shot out from his palm. A sharp wind gust hit the five opponents accompanied by a rumbling sound like the pounding waves on the beach.
Along with that, his right hand played the Thunder Sword with its great nurse.
Two powerful moves in one direct attack were issued.
The five God Swordsman immediately tried to fend off with no less formidable moves they had. The clash between the moves began to happen again. The clash of heirloom weapons also began to sound.
A loud voice sounded instantly. Sparks of fire immediately seemed to fill the dark sky.
Their fight had only run fifteen moves. But their situation is worrying. The five Swordsman Gods found it extremely difficult to attack the Thunderbolt Swordsman.
So that all the effort they do is just futility.
Pendekar Halilintar increasingly aggressively attack the opponent. The sword of inheritance no longer saw its trunk. All it looked like was a blue light flashing at all times.
Every second threatens every dangerous point in the body. Every moment poses a death threat.
Entering the thirty-second style, the two second stage God Swordsmen were successfully urged by Shin Shui.
Two moves later, the Thunder Sword broke through the heart of one of the two. Before long, the remaining one person died as well because his chest had a deep tear.
The remaining three God Swordsmen were still trying hard against Shin Shui.
Unfortunately everything they do is always nil. The remaining energy is diminishing.
To bring out a great style, it feels impossible. Because their energy is not enough to do it. Want to consume energy-boosting pills, moreover. It was something more impossible.
Because the Thunderbolt Swordsman did not give the slightest time to just sigh calmly.
Ten moves later, a bright blue light like a giant blade shot through the air.
His speed is hard to describe. One breath later, the giant blade pierced through the body of a second-stage Swordsman.
Even so fast, the knife did not stop. The knife continued to slide rapidly until it hit a large tree.
"Grand …"
Explosion sounded. The tree was broken into pieces.
Shinn Shui's opponent was two people. He's not lingering anymore. Shortly after the situation returned to normal, he launched an attack with his great manager.
"The Eye of the Angel of Lifesaving …"
"Grush …"
Shin Shui's gaze turned extremely sharp. Time seems to stop. There was no movement between his two opponents. They suddenly fell silent like a statue.
"Grush …"
The Thunderbolt Swordsman darted quickly forward right then and there. His body was already enveloped by a majestic and sinister thunderbolt. The heirloom sword he wielded had emitted a terrifying killing aura.
A blue light splits the night. A moment later came the sound of something rather heavy falling to the ground.
As soon as time moved again, it appeared in front of him that there were two dead bodies without heads. Blood did not pour from that slash. Precisely the former slash looks very neat.
No bloodstains. There's nothing.
There is only death.
Fight's over. The Thunder Sword he put back into its sheath. Shin Shui lifted the six corpses without touching a single bit.
After being lifted up due to his inner strength, he threw the six corpses of the Swordsman towards the old building that was in front of him.
"Grush …"
"Nurus …"
Six bodies fell right on the roof of the building.
The situation inside was immediately boisterous. The occupants who were there were shocked, angry and curious.
"Who did this?" an old man's scream sounded full of anger from inside the building.