Swordsman Without Friends
And another flag.
The short-eyed spear with the handle of a carved white tiger head was about one-third the length of an adult. slightly longer than Pranacitra's black iron stick.The body of the person nicknamed 'White Tiger Warrior' this besides the large height is also very muscular.has not also attacked the aura of power magic has been emanated from his body.The attitude of this person resembles a ferocious tiger who is eyeing its prey.
The threatened limp youth was still silently lowered his head while sighing, as if he had felt bored and tired because repeatedly had to face challenges from martial world people who just want to find a name or feel curious about the level of silatnya.
''To be honest I respect you enough as a great fighter from the white stream.proved you did not participate in gang me with the two students of the 'Smarine Sword'.'' said Pranacitra kalem. ''Eehm., how about we just finish losing and winning in three attack moves..''
''We can use the three greatest techniques to test each other's strength, because I don't want to kill you and more than want to die beheaded your white tiger machete spear weapon which reportedly in ten years of your adventure has taken more than thirty lives of high-class fighters black.!''
The White Tiger Swordsman was stunned.His sturdy chin and brewokan were seen twitching before laughing wildly. ''Ha., ha., you're an attractive limp boy. deliberately you praise me so that my fighting spirit is a little slackened, but unfortunately from the first black and white people are always in conflict.if we are not opposite, we are not opposite, maybe you and I can be friends..''
Once finished talking the machete-eyed spear held in his hand moved piercing then cut off five parts of the opponent's body. roaring sound accompanied by a slap of silver light flashed accompanying his attack. if the stab targeted the head then the snare targeting the neck, the snare is eyeing the neck, chest, abdomen and waist left-right Pranacitra.!
In one strike capable of threatening six targets at once, inevitably Pranacitra was surprised as well.the black iron stick of the skull head was raised parallel to the chest. the pitch-black light flashed. The clash of weapons sounded followed by a flurry of sparks. The limp slammed two steps back.The outer and inner energy that the opponent possessed was extremely strong.
His waist bent forward until the body bent.when the black iron stick continues to play the defense style, his left hand that forms a claw membat kemuka. atmosphere around twilight suddenly became dimmer as if it had changed at night. this is a sign that the young man from Mount Bisma was about to release a science of worship.
''Straight blow 'The Ghost Bird Claw of the Dark Devotee.!'' shouted the White Tiger Swordsman recognized the attack style of his opponent.The blade-eyed spear was pulled back as his body jumped backwards up to five steps. once his foot was traced his weapon was deflected from top to bottom. there was the sound of the roar of a ferocious tiger was roaring along with a very loud wind and a white light scroll shaped like a pouncing tiger head.
''The second straight., 'White Tiger God Storm Roar.!'' exclaimed the brewpub called out the name of his nurse.The five fierce black-red claw lights met with a fierce roaring white light. the loud explosion that shook the rocky terrain in the forest edge occurred up to three times. rocks crumbled into dust pebbles, shrubs molten scorched poranda porak.!
Although the black iron stick stuck on the ground up to two jengkal helped him to be able to stand in his place, but the dark clothes he was wearing were still torn apart by the wind of the opponent's blow until the limp was almost naked over. his body momentarily shook his chest felt tight almost he coughed blood. Pranacitra regulates his breathing while taking a power-restoring drug.
On the other hand, the White Tiger Swordsman also experienced something almost similar, maybe even worse, until his body fell down. several streaks of scatter wounds that drained blackish-red blood were seen wetting his torn white clothes.although so often accompanied by the sound of a roar like a wild tiger sounded from his mouth.
''I admit you are very tough, but according to the agreement there is still a third style that has not been used.'' growled White Tiger Swordsman. a layer of white light enveloped his entire body.it once snapped this person shot into the air.don't say he was large height, his movements were very fast and light.
The black iron stick of the skull head stuck in the ground was plucked and then spun a circle before piercing up. The open left palm was enveloped in a blood-thinning red wisp of light before crashing into the air. ''I just used one move, the remaining two I will let go at once, right now.!''
Nine streaks of pitch-black light scattering the heat accompanied by the sound of explosions as loud as thunder boomed, followed by a dozen palm shadows with red rays that scattered the smell of blood rancid into the air.that's the style 'The Nine Sparks of Death's Death Sword also struck 'The Blood Palm Asks for Alms.!'
'Whuuuuss., whuuuuss., black.!'
'Blaaaaarrr, blaaaaarr, blaaaaaamm.!'
The stifled scream coupled with the clenching of two body figures and the splash of blood spurted from the wounds of these two people seemed to have no meaning at all because the result of the meeting of the three libated death events made the area around the fight it seemed to be swept away by the wind punting pickaxe. long enough there was nothing to see but dust rolling sand and three white and red and black lights that momentarily still had time to libas each other, before it finally disappeared.
The burly body of the White Tiger Swordsman still had time to stand holding his tiger spear before finally spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth. after roaring loudly the big tall people and the brewokan was knocked down sprawled on the land that had been uncovered.
In the opposite corner is seen Pranacitra who is still able to stand even though the crested cada. almost the whole body is covered in light and mist cold bluish cool air, a sign of the power of the magic stone 'Nirmala Biru' the one that had fused within him began to outwardly heal his internal outer wounds.
When his black stick hit the ground, the wisps of mist and bluish rays that enveloped him seemed to be drawn back into Pranacitra's body through the nostrils, mouth and skin pores until it was exhausted.
With a limp stride, Pranacitra came closer to his sprawled opponent with a body full of wounds.In just an instant he was already in the White Tiger Swordsman's place. it looks like the breath of this man is very heavy and broken.
The black iron stick of the skull head still had time to be photographed in the body of this burly man, a very cool blue light path was able to reduce the wound on his body. the intense treatment was stopped when Pranacitra saw a small black flag roll that had been raised from behind his opponent's shattered white shirt torn apart.
Although it was not clear what the flag was, but from the rancid smell of blood this young man could think that the scroll of black objects must be the emblem of a strongest martial party of black flow, the Gate of Demons. with a trembling body holding back the anger, Pranacitra resumed his treatment.
Upon awakening from his stupor the White Tiger Swordsman still found himself lying on the ground, he was aghast as he felt an iron rod press against his stomach. a pair of cold eyes were emotionlessly like the eyes of a corpse staring at the black flag that was on his waist. ''Dead your life depends on your answer.What is your relationship with the Gapura Devils party, quickly answer .!''