The Dragon Warrior Sakti
The Andalas Island. Ajian 'Sukma Breaker Dragon Sword'.
Jaka Kelana wiped the blood dripping from her lips. The young swordsman also appeared to have internal injuries, although not so severe.
"A heavy enemy to face. Especially if they are flirting
what a very heavy thing," muttered Jaka Kelana while sheathing the sword of the white wolf back into the warangka behind his back.
Slowly Jaka Kelana walked up to the corpse of Klaew Kla after pouring pure air into the chest that felt tight, tight,
the corpse of Klaew Kla that looked was still flowing blood with wide eyes.
The Seven Killer Swordsman seemed to be in disbelief that his life should be drifting in the land of Andalas today. Jaka Kelana slowly drained pure air towards the gaping wound on Klaew Kla's chest after stretching out her body. Jaka Kelana closes the still-worshipped Mmta Klaew Kla.
"I do not hate people and do not antagonize fellow humans, only I am hostile to people who cheat and commit crimes in this world" said Jaka Kelana very weak as if whispering.
After Closing Your Eyes Jaka Kelana walked slowly leaving the place back towards Aki Syarif stall.
meanwhile the Swordsman Naga Sakti seemed to have been standing in a meadow far enough from the stall Aki Syarif, the Swordsman Naga Sakti standing waiting for Khemkhaeng who followed him from behind.
"Ha ha ha....! You want to be buried here, Young man!" khemkhaeng said with his bow as if he would be able to kill the Dragon Warrior Sakti alone.
"The matter of being buried where if it's dead is not a problem, Kisanak. If it's about dying you say, then try whether I'll die or you will deliver your life on Andalas Island?!" sahut Anggala was so cold with the gaze of the eagle's eyes back
it was as if piercing sharply into the recesses of the human heart that looked at him..
"All right, Young man. Before I kill you I'll tell you.
your head will I present to the people of the black lotus party, because your head will add the gold that Saga Lintar will give me!"
"Try it. If you are able, Kisanak," challenge the fierce Dragon Swordsman Sakti while crossing the Dragon Sword Sakti in front of the chest this time Anggala intends to cast the nine level Dragon sword. He knew that Khemkhaeng had immunity that was quite difficult to penetrate.
So the Dragon Sakti swordsman is currently preparing to use the style of 'Dragon Sword' level nine is the lesson of the Sukma Breaking Dragon Sword'.
A study combined with the dragon mustika sword, if the sword is not able to penetrate immunity then the science of 'Sukma Breaker' will be able to destroy from within
So far only a handful of people who are able to match and face the study of 'Sukma Breaker'.
Anggala stretched the sword of the Dragon towards the right side, the blue light mixed with red fire seemed to circle around the right hand of Anggala from the bottom flowing towards the Oedang Naga Sakti while the left hand of the Swordsman of the Dragon Sakti seemed to be located
parallel to the chest.
The red crossed blue light now began to envelop the Dragon Sakti mustika sword. Seeing the Dragon Warrior Sakti who chalked up his flagship style. Khemkhaeng who intends to finish off the Dragon Warrior Sakti quickly immediately chalked up his flagship sword style, the 'Killer Demon Sword' level seven.
Khemkhaeng exerted almost eighty percent of the inner power he had. This time the two warriors seemed intent on pitting their lives for having fought nearly dozens of moves, but none of them looked hurt and desperate and the two warriors who had used a lot of energy in wanting to end the fight they did.
"Yep.....!!" the loud snaps of the Dragon Swordsman Sakti accompanying his body shot out like lightning towards the warrior from the Muathai Country. The leader of the Seven Killing Swords did not stay still the black-faced man with flap hair with a shirt only the vest just shot forward, crossing his two swords covered in a blackish-red light.
Trang...!!
Blaaarrr.....!!!
The sound and hand of the sword were so loud and deafening the incandescent sparks and the wind blowing fiercely whirled
making the trees on the edge of the field, the little grass swayed and the old leaves flew several branches and dead branches flew into the wind that whirled like a torpedo wind, which surrounded the two warriors who fought each other's strength.
The sound of an explosion suddenly clashed with bursts of earth and dust and waves of flames shot out toward the left and right even in all directions.
"Yes.....!!!"
The sound of going in pain rang out loud, after the sound of crackling swords breaking amidst the dust and the flying ground scattering was carried by the windstorm, the wind
which rotates around so that the grass on the ground is uprooted and exposed.
As soon as the whirling gale stopped and disappeared, the ground and dust had fallen back to the ground.
A breeze seemed to blow in the middle of a crater of land that was once a small meadow now seen there is a crater that is as deep as an adult waist.
In the middle of the ground crater full of fallen leaves and wooden twigs appeared to stand a young man in gray clothes with a white interior with a sword in his right hand he was none other than the Swordsman Dragon Sakti.
At the end of a crater of dry land filled with bursts of soil leaves and twigs and dust it appears a hole that is knee-deep and adults the size of humans.
The pit was no less than fifteen spears in length, at the end of the pit was a man with a black body like it had been baked in both hands that seemed cross-legged in front of the chest of a pair of sword handles with a sword that was half-living.
On the chest of the man it seemed to be crushed a scar crossed from the left to the right gaping, reddish-black blood flowing from the wound. The man's mouth seemed agape, his eyes still wide open implying a trace of extreme pain.
That person was Khemkhaeng, the leader of the Seven Killing Swords of the Muathai Country, who appeared to have died after losing a battle with Anggala.
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