The Northern Sword God
In Grasslands and Rocky Cliffs
"So Orchlokh is a magical creature that has the ability to charm someone, by touching and taking the appearance of someone, or also duplicating themselves to resemble someone who is loved, then eating the deceived poor man?" sima Yong asked for an explanation.
"Really !"
"Then the so-called Chuluu is an invisible creature that does not feel, but takes the happiness of living beings, then eats his soul?"
"That's right !
But Chuluu will show up, when you get scared and look where he is. He will spread fear and prey on your soul" explained Shaman Aqidi Ayel.
Silent moment...
"Where did the unwanted creatures appear in the world come from?" ask Sima Yong again.
Sighing heavily, the Shaman of the Wu Yi Tribe explained.
"Someone has raised these damned creatures from hell. A person who possessed black power that could not be reckoned with as strong as what.
It is most likely that such ancient and powerful black forces, originated in the Western countries !" aqildi Ayel toilet.
That night was like no light. The round moon that should shine in the full light that people always crave, refused to show the light. Only the flickering of small stars gave a hint of illumination in the Land of the Wu Yi Tribe, the desolate, dark grassy ground that was accompanied by the autumn wind blowing from the north of the continent.
Everyone in the tent was shivering, as the soft autumn wind blew slowly into the narrow crevices of the tent. All have witnessed the victims of two sadistic hell-bent beings, whose victims are martial arts experts, who appear to have died in vain without a fight against Chuluu and Orchlokh.
"I will kill those damned creatures !" sima Yong said in silence.
"Mr Yong?"
"Brother Yong?"
"S-you better be careful. Don't be rash, Mr. Yong. The creatures are invulnerable with attacks and spirit weapons made for duels between non-magic living beings" Patriarch Xie said in horror. He looked at each other in horror with the female shaman Aqildi Ayel.
"Patriak Xie and Shaman Aqildi Ayel need not worry. I have my own way of dealing with such magical creatures" Sima Yong said. His eyes were deep, no longer a bright color like the moon depicted in his eyes, but shining resolutely like the bright sun.
He secretly stroked a sword inside his spatial ring. The Sword and Armor (corpse) Holy Gold awarding the Pegasus Horse Fei Ma was still neatly stored inside the ring. During this time he did not use the two objects, because the battle set used in the Central and North plains was a combat set to fight non-magic creatures.
"This time you will come out of storage, and accompany my adventure against evil creatures that smell of magic" whispered Sima Yong. Then as if he understood what he was thinking in his mind, he felt those two things, the Sacred Golden Sword and the Golden Armor moving gently. Sima Yong's lips curved up, a thin smile was drawn on his face.
The people who were in the camp of the Tribal Leader were silent again. Then Patriarch Xie asked all of them to sharpen their hearing, not to fall asleep but to be on guard for everything that was about to happen vigilantly.
Until the morning before, when the chicken crowed since earlier, a sign of time had entered the fifth fart did not occur any incident. Soon the sun will shine warm, when everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
"The creatures of hell hate the light of the sun. You can rest, or if you want to be able to take a walk in the morning air".
Sima Yong stayed for two days in the Northwest of the Wu Yi Tribe. He deliberately waited, in case there was an attack by the hellish creatures on the people of the Wu Yi Tribe.
But until the day of his departure, no event occurred that struck the Wu Yi Tribe. But the young man did not become relieved. He invited Patriarch Xie and Shaman Aqildi Ayel to go to a place five lie away from the residential area, where there were many large natural stones standing, which has existed since ancient times, on a cliff that is rarely passed by people
Standing in front of the boulders, Patriarch Xie and Shaman Aqildi Ayel were confused about what the young man wanted, dragging them to a quiet place filled only with old stones. The two looked at each other, then noticed the young man's movements.
Not long after, Sima Yong leaped up, and hovering made his body parallel to the highest part of the boulder, amidst his confusion, Patriarch Xie and Shaman Aqildi Ayel saw the young boy scratching the black sword in his hand, his movements soft and beautiful as if he were dancing alone, on the rock as high as that small hill.
"Ah... Beautiful sword movement"
shortly thereafter...
"That's a sword move. Did Master Yong pass down one sword technique to our Wu Yi Tribe?" muttered Patriarch Xie. He was pounding hard in his heart.
It was not that the people in the Wu Yi Tribe did not hear news and rumors that were blowing like the winter wind from the central plains. All the people of the Wu Yi Tribe were bustling about the great war on the Eastern border there, when this Yong Master had managed to defeat a swordsman, a Semidevil Rank Crossing Immortal Realm. The Immortal Crossing Realm expert was a realm that had never existed within their shadows, let alone looked directly at.
Then when the wind was blowing even louder, where people told him Mr. Yong was a Sword Master, who was proposed as a Sword King. No one dared to refuse to believe the news, because the stories of the majesty of the Battle of Lord Yong, told directly by the soldiers of the Great Eagles Empire itself who survived the war.
"And this Master Yong passed down a special sword technique to our Wu Yi Tribe?" the tears of Patriarch Xie flowed from his two eyes. He was excited, happy too.
"Our Wu Yi tribe has recently grown weaker. Lots of ancient techniques relics of the Qilin King in the past raised the face of this tribe, have been lost and forgotten according to the time that runs" he murmured.
With the spirit of Shaman it added...
"I will burn more incense and prayers for our gods, praying for the appearance of the bright stars in the young blood of our Wu Yi Tribe. The Wu Yi tribe will rise up and the young people will rekindle the name of our Qilin Clan" the Shaman said with a trembling tone of voice.
More than a drink of tea, the young man, Sima Yong floated down to the ground. Little dots of sweat were visible on his forehead, but his breathing did not sound like it was exhaustion. He looked at Patriarch Xie and Aqildi Ayel. He said,
"This is a ten-step sword stroke of my creation. Inside that one sword move was about a hundred variations of other sword steps. Don't look down on those ten sword strokes. This technique was actually a technique that was classed as an immortal ranked sword technique.
These ten immortal sword moves are the result of my creation based on my many sword techniques and combat experience all along. It will not be easy to learn and understand this technique.
Patriarch Xie can bring young children, or other Wu Yi Tribe swordsmen to this place, and all must be in the genius category.
Let them Wu Yi Tribe geniuses read and ponder the scratches, then try to understand and practice them. Although it is difficult but I am sure there will be two or three benefits that the geniuses will reap later" Sima Yong said.
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