The Dragon Warrior Sakti
Revenge of the Three Eagles. Ajian the Red Lion
The Red Eagle slowly disappeared. The white light that enveloped both of his palms increasingly shone with all his doubts gone.
"Yepy....!"
Screeching screams came out from the Red Eagle. The red-clothed beautiful girl darted quickly forward with both palms in front of her chest. The white light enveloping the two Red Eagle palms was shining brightly.
"Come on! Pretty girls. To where your abilities are! Oh.....!!"
Satra's jaw darted to meet the Red Eagle with a dagger in front of the chest. The bright red light was shining brightly.
The desss...!!
The two core balls punch the other two warriors stream it clashing in the air. A fiery hot aura enveloped the place. Strong winds make dust and soil scatter.
Both Jagat Satra and Dewi Arau are trying to push towards their opponents. The two men increased each other's energy within. From the Red Eagle's body came out a white light forming an eagle. The light that formed the eagle was gripping towards Jagat Satra.
The white light on the Red Eagle's palms also collaborated with the white light to form the eagle. Jagat Satra also did not want to lose the red light in his keris also enlarged.
"I did not expect this young girl to have extraordinary inner strength, she was able to compensate me" muttered Jagat Satra.
"I can't lose here. I have to be strong!" the Goddess Arau in my heart.
"Yep....!!"
A loud bang echoed from the mouth of Dewi Arau while stomping his palm forward. The white light in his palm slowly pushed forward towards Jagat Satra.
Blaaamm....!!
A huge explosion shook the place. The two blows of power slammed down and shook the place. The two people who were complaining about the devotion were similarly pushed back. But Jagat Satra must be thrown and fall rolling on the ground.
While Dewi Arau still survives, although both legs had kneeled once to the back. Goddess Arau seemed to wipe away the blood flowing from between her lips. Slowly the eldest disciple of the Black Eagle drew back his pair of swords stuck in the ground.
"Hukk...!" The corn of Satra coughed fresh blood from his mouth. The white beard became red. Warok Red Lion one was bent knee on the ground. Keris in the right hand of Jagat Satra was slightly stuck to the ground.
Satra's jaw slowly woke up. His eyes looked far ahead at the Red Eagle. There was a faint smile from those old lips. His eyes look straight ahead.
"Hehe..! I didn't think you could make me get hurt in a pretty girl" Jagat Satra muttered as if talking to myself. Slowly Jagat Satra wiped the blood that soaked his lips, with his left sleeve.
"Huh..! Apparently the curse old man can still stand," muttered Dewi Arau in his heart, slowly he flowed pure air towards the chest, to stabilize his blood and breathing.
"I will not forgive you girl of the curse" muttered Jagat Satra as she poured pure air into her chest, to ease the deep wounds she suffered.
"Heaaa....!!!"
Satra's jaw held his palm together in front of his chest, after sheathing his dagger into the glove that was behind his waist. Red light began to envelop the old body of Jagat Satra. Thin black smoke began to cover the entire body of Jagat Satra.
As soon as the thin smoke was gone it seemed that Jagat Satra had changed. His head and hands turned into a red lion. Jagat Satra has been preparing its flagship study, the 'Red Lion's Present', the 'Red Lion Man's Present.
"Ha.....!!"
The roar of Jagat Satra has also been transformed, into the roar of a lion. The two hands of Jagat Satra have turned into the soles of lions that give off sharp and long nails.
"Whatis that? Ajian Red Lion?!" said Dewi Arau gasp, a black aura enveloping the place. Goddess Arau slowly stretched her two swords in front of her chest. Dewi Arau increased his strength in the direction of his sword. A yellowish-white light enveloped the pair of swords in both hands.
"Ha...!!"
Auman that makes my hair goosebumps people who hear it. Satra's jaw jumped towards the Red Eagle with two claws clutching forward. Goddess Arau also darted.
The set! Wut! Wong!
Trang!
"Huh..!"
Dewi Arau gasped as the sword in his hand hit the body of Jagat Satra as it hit a piece of iron. Not to lose the shock of the Red Eagle, the claw of the right hand Jagat Satra has hit his left shoulder.
"Aakh.....!"
Dewi Arau quickly jumped backwards while holding his left shoulder which was pouring fresh blood. The scar of the nail claw of the incarnate lion Jagat Satra is gaping. Slowly Dewi Arau drained pure air towards his wounds, to relieve the pain he suffered.
Jagat Satra did not give a chance to the Red Eagle, so quickly he again jumped towards the Goddess Arau. The girl was forced to collide to avoid the Satra Jagat attack. His sword attack gave no meaning to Jagat Satra, inevitably Red Eagle clumped dodging Jagat Satra's attack.
Buk up! A quick kick was released by Dewi Arau towards the chest of Jagat Satra. But apparently Jagat Satra's body is immune to blows and sharp weapons. Goddess Arau was forced to jump backwards. Pain whack his right leg after kicking Jagat Satra's body.
"Huh...! What am I supposed to do? His body is like a stone!" the Goddess Arau in my heart.
"Death...!"
The cry of Jagat Satra was rather raucous. But blandly, with so fast he had suddenly been in front of Dewi Arau. The red-clothed beautiful girl gasped, she quickly stretched her sword in front of her chest.
Trang!
"Aakh.....!"
A stifled gulp came out from the mouth of the Red Eagle, the lion's claw-shaped palm smashed into his chest. If there were no pair of white swords, his chest would have been torn apart.
Dewi Arau was thrown about four spears backward. Fresh blood flowed from the corner of his lips. The incarnate red lion man Jagat Satra quickly hunted towards him. This time the Red Eagle seemed resigned to his condition. The Red Eagle only stretched the sword in front of the chest.
Ma'am...!
The fiery red lion man Jagat Satra was pushed about two spears backward. The Life-Acting Angel stands next to the Red Eagle.
"You okay, Arau?" ask Wulan Ayu while holding the shoulder of Dewi Arau.
"My internal injuries are quite severe, Wulan. Be carefull! The lion man is immune to weapons" said Dewi Arau as she wiped the blood on her lips.
The spring! The Life-Acting Angel drew the silver eagle sword from its skeleton. The disciples of the two Grumpy Swordsmen instantly prepared the 'Shadow Sword Steps' level seven, seven angel swords.
Shimmering white light shone on the rod of the sword mustika in the hands of the Life-Acting Angel. Dozens of sword shadows seemed to surround the body of the beautiful girl in blue clothes.
"Haha..! You think your sword style is capable of defeating me the Life-Acting Angel!" jagat Satra sounds raucous. But his voice was deafening.
"We'll try the Red Lion! You or I will kiss the ground!" reply Wulan Ayu fierce.
"Hauuumm....!"
The roar of the lion came out of the man of the Jagat Satra. The lion man jumped while swinging his paws forward.
Wuk! Wuk! The lion man pounced straight ahead, quite quickly. AngelAplifters Life does not stay still it also shot to meet.
Trang! Trang!
Maidservant! Maidservant!
Every sabetan and stab of the silver eagle sword in the hands of the Life-Acting Angel is like a lump of iron. The Life-Acting Angel quickly gave a consecutive kick towards the back of the lion man. But even he himself was thrown.
Maidservant!
"Aach...!"
The Life-Activating Angel falls on the ground. The Life-Activating Angel quickly jumped to his feet. But his right leg was painful. The lion man attacked again with a claw that leads to a deadly part in the body of the Life-Acting Angel.
Trang! Trang!
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