Reply Revenge of the Swordsman
Seventeen Years Ago Vll

Twelve times and all tootakan the gold fan of a very clever death spreader that can be fended off by the grandmother.

At the last tootokan, while fending off, the stick suddenly continued with a knitting and flute movement that had been hit related and detached from Siauw bo's hand. Because at the time of knitting the end of the stick poke the palm that holds the flute so that the Death spreader gold fan was forced to release the gold fan.

May Siauw Bo make an attack with the intention of distracting the grandmother of Gembel Tua Bangka. Because in the next second, his right hand was able to take back the fan that was attached to the end of the old Gembel Bangka's stick.

"Smart you too!" exclaimed the old Gembel grandmother Bangka, and then her wand moved strangely. And suddenly...

"Smart you too!" exclaimed the old Gembel grandmother Bangka, and then her wand moved strangely. And suddenly...

"Plock!"

Once again the big ass was hit by the stick again. Though the gold fan of the death spreader had jumped quickly to dodge, but what he did was in vain. Still got his ass hit.

"Well, ha.ha..ha...! His butt is no less thick than his face!" someone who suddenly laughed.

And it turns out that the voice of the naughty old boy who had been aware of his stupor, and now still collapsed while watching the strange match.

Hearing the cheers of the naughty old boy, the anger of the death-spreading golden fan overflowed and began to strike back at the old rancid grandmother of Bangka for the third time he attacked again with the movement of his golden fan that soared like a snake.

Old Gembel Grandma did not want to dodge, even now her wand moved strangely chasing the shadow of the gold fan and she did not care at all about other fans storming towards him.

"The two arrogant bastards, you're dead!" the death-spreading gold fan shouted with excitement as he saw that all his secret needles hit the target exactly.

Suddenly a voice sounded...

"Praakkkp...!"

"Yourlookk...!"

This sound was the breaking of the death-throwing gold fan followed by a third blow to the flesh-filled hip, so much so that the shock and pain of the deadly flute screamed and jumped away from the back.

"Two bad people! I'm complaining about your life today!" exclaim the death flute with rage. Then it developed both of its hands like a pouncing tiger.

"Vile woman. You still dare to act!" exclaimed old badma's grandmother Bangka with her left hand moving forward and the body of the death spreader's gold fan was slammed by a powerful force.

"What ... am I dealing with Sa Shuang the Hand of Sinar Sakti?" ask the Deathly Suling who is curious.

"Ha.ha.., I'm not as good as before, there is now only the old rascal Sa Shuang." replied the grandmother named Sa Shuang.

"Well this time I admit defeat, there will still be time to make calculations again!" exclaimed the death-spreading golden fan who then jumped and continued to disappear into the gloom of dawn that began to dawn.

From a distance there was a shrill cry that was getting farther away and finally disappeared.

The naughty old boy and also Monk Ji who had been aware also from his stupor, now stepped forward and saluted the old Gembel Bangka's grandmother.

"I have long heard the great name of Sa shuang the Hand of the Sacred Light, and only now can I see the person and see his power. Receive my honor The naughty old boy." said Kwe Cheng, cupping his hands in front of his chest, bowing his head.

Sa Shuang's grandmother let out a long sigh, her face hidden under her hat.

"Now let's meet the two of you, but your actions beside Xiao Chen have long been heard. Our struggle may fail as God intended, but as long as our spirit is alive and downhill to our children and disciples!" said Sa Shuang's grandmother who sighed again and looked towards Xiao chen's coffin.

"Xiao Chen had a lot of services to the people and the country, unfortunately he had too much to plant personal hostility. You two have tried your hardest to save his family, it is not useless for Xiao Chen to be friendly with you. Let me spend the rest of this soon-to-be age to give guidance to his grandson who lives here. Xiao Yu's! hayo's coming with me!" continued, Grandma Sa Shuang exclaimed as she reached out her left hand and somehow, Xiao Yu's body floated up and was in her inclination.

Then, once the granny moved her legs her body had already vanished from in front of Monk Ji and also the naughty old brat.

"Ha.ha...ha... ! Old man Xiao Chen, even if he lost all his family but was really still lucky. A grandson, the only one left had become a disciple of Sa Shuang!" exclaimed the naughty old boy who laughed in relief.

"Friend, how can you still say our best friend Xiao chen is lucky, that all his grandchildren were exterminated like this?" monk Ji asked as he took out the medicine to swallow and then exterminated the poisonous air from the deadly flute.

He also gave a medicine to his best friend the bad old boy.

"Lunky monk how unhappy he is,

Just imagine with you and me. A single drop of flesh outside our bodies does not have. While old man Xiao still has a granddaughter who is not even a girl, but becomes a student of Sa Shuang." explained the naughty old boy while commenting on a thin smile.

"Ha.ha...ha...! also true. And a dozen more years if we are not able, our eyes see the lunge of a young warrior who is powerful will eradicate every evil, even if he is a woman!" suhut Monk Ji who also laughed when understanding the intentions of his best friend The naughty old boy.

"Hm, but she's a girl!" said the naughty old boy who scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Amitabha..! my friend, you look down too much on that child. Doesn't it seem that good nature exists in the child? His eyes are sharp influential, his guts are greater than ours, dare he attack Siauw Bo! Siauw bo will not be able to do much more in front of him!" monk Ji's explanation.

"Ah, basic Sa Shuang! who work under the responsibility. That kind of demon.

why not just kill him?" grumbled the naughty old boy who was a little annoyed.

"My dear friend, it's just why you're still playing. Han Wen was a Holy Swordsman whose level was already very high. Where would he want to dirty his hands with murder, let alone kill a person who he considers only a child demon like Siauw Bo that." explained Monk Ji as he looked at his best friend The naughty old boy.

"Ha.ha...ha....! You and him have too many rules, Mad Monk! Today we both got the fact that our intelligence has absolutely no price. But in contrast to Sa Shuang who still wants to lower his intelligence to a disciple do we have to be miserly and bring our not-so-small intelligence together into hell?" ask the naughty old boy who is thinking about their future.

"Amithaba! Please don't talk about hell. Horrible ! But your opinion is right. I also think it is better to resign and choose good students to continue our intelligence and struggle, of course in defending the weak and also justice together" said Monk Ji, after he thought about what his best friend the naughty old boy said.

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