Legend Of Lightning Warriors II: The Eye of the Gods
The Desire of Eighteen Black-Eyed People
In just a short amount of time, two stage four Heavenly Swordsmen had perished at the hands of a boy named Chen Li.
The remaining eighteen people started to feel fear. After all, they still wanted to live for a longer time.
Eighteen of them actually wanted to escape. Unfortunately, they did not dare to do that. Run or don't run, they'll die. If dying at the hands of a very talented young swordsman is more honorable, why not do it?
At least being killed at the tip of the opponent's sword was better than being killed at the hands of the leader himself. Especially without the slightest fight.
Although they were only Heavenly Swordsmen, but still these people were warriors.
As a lake river, anyone must understand the philosophy of being killed at the end of the opponent's weapon is more honorable than being killed in bed.
The remaining eighteen people were still fixated on imagining the event that had just happened before their eyes. They could not imagine, how could that brat do it?
"If any of you are tired of living, please come forward" Chen Li said coldly.
His mysterious nature began to surface. His eyes were sharper than the tip of a knife.
"After we thought, it felt better to die at the hands of the Soulless Swordsman than to die at the hands of the leader himself. At least we can still put up a strong resistance" said one person representing the others.
Chen Li who was nicknamed the Swordsman Boy without a feeling of smile. Although the smile was very cold, but behind the smile there was a sense of admiration in his heart.
"good. I'm glad to hear what you guys are saying. Surely it would have been better to die at the end of my weapon than to be killed at the hands of your master," Chen Li said with a nonstop smile.
"Therefore, please show us the great style you have for us to die peacefully" said another.
"good. I'll show it to you. Get ready!!" yelled Chen Li.
His body immediately shot forward right then and there.
"The Black Sword of Death …"
Yush!!!
The final move of the Book of Black Swords had already come out. Although the Emotionless Swordsman had yet to completely master the style, yet he was quite certain that if used to kill like those eighteen people, he was confident that he would win.
Very sure.
The black light flashed very quickly. A sharp whirring of wind was clearly heard in the ears of everyone who was there. The black sword split the night.
Carrying a terrible power. Bringing great power. And of course bring the news of death.
Because his movements were so fast, the eighteen people had no idea what had happened. Know-how three of his colleagues died quite horribly.
The Black Sword did not stop. Every second, every moment, he must come back again and spread death to all his enemies. Once the sword is pulled out, abstinence is sheathed if it does not swallow blood first.
This sword is probably the cheapest and most mundane of his three best friends' heirloom weapons. But who would have thought, behind that ordinary course, there is actually something very extraordinary.
The sword that was for the curse bearer because it had taken too many casualties, precisely for Chen Li was the opposite.
That sword brought some kind of luck. When the Soulless Swordsman wielded that sword, the heirloom weapon always emitted black smoke. Black smoke is very thick and brings news from the Life-Angels.
Black rays flashed back splitting the sunyinya of the night. This time his movements were faster and more terrifying. The black light continued to move without stopping. Sometimes the shadow of his sword was lost to nowhere.
There is no sword anymore. But what exists is death.
Ten black veiled people had died at the tip of the sword belonging to the Soulless Swordsman.
Suddenly the green light flashed rapidly. The whistling sound of the flute sounded very melodious in the silence of the night.
The black veiled person who was still left was immediately fixated when he heard the tone of the flute. They didn't move one bit. His feet were nailed to the ground.
Their faces suddenly paled and then greened. It turned back again to pale. Cold sweat had washed all over his body.
The rhythm played by Chen Li turned out to bring its own terrible things to the people it was aiming at.
The serulin game is getting stronger. The arch sound that had sounded melodious, now turned into a very painful ear. Their hearts are pounding. Their sukma felt drifting from his body.
This is the fifth step of the Life-Acting Flute Book.
"Blow Up Flute Unplug Sukma …"
The longer the flute is played, the greater the suffering they feel. One by one the men began to fall to the ground.
They died mysteriously due to sound waves coming out of the flute.
One person, two people, three people, slowly but surely, all the remaining black veiled people, have now been killed by that tone.
From every hole in his body was emitting quite a bit of blackish viscous blood. Their tongues stick forward. Their eyes glared sharply. All dead brought fear.
Seeing that his entire opponent had been killed, Chen Li then reinserted two of his mortal weapons. After which, he went straight to the edge then stood under a tree to watch his uncle fight.
Rajawali Bald Red Claw turned out to be in accordance with his nickname. His two fingers now turned blood red. Nails that once only looked sharp, now have also turned into poisonous nails.
That person attacked very fiercely. Every time his attack was launched, a sense of heat would definitely spread throughout the entire battle arena.
Both of his hands moved from top to bottom. From left side to right side.
All the attacks were carried out at high speed. It was as if his body had turned into a terrifying shadow.
But Huang Taiji still remained relaxed. He knew the opponent's nails contained a malignant poison. But there was no fear shown by his face.
The old man still looked calm. Quiet as the water in the middle of the lake.
He tilted his body or moved backwards to avoid the opponent's attack. Once there was a good chance, Huang Taiji began to retaliate against the attack.
"First Hell Blow …"
Yush!!!
Huang Taiji sped away quickly. Both of his hands clenched tightly and turned smoldering red. As well as the two fingers of Rajawali Bald Red Claw.
If others fought the heat with cold, then Huang Taiji fought the heat with the heat back.
The hot weather is getting bigger. Both of them were sweating coldly. The two red fists carried it moving faster than the shadow.
Yush!!!
Plakk!!!
His right hand hit the chest. The Red Claw Bald King bounced four steps back.