THE SWORDSMAN OF FIRE AND ICE
WU SONG'S ARRIVAL
"Che You repent, now you have time.."
"Put down the death cleaver, follow me immediately to the Buddha's path.."
said a soft, compassionate voice from the young man whose entire body was giving off a radiant glow.
The young man while talking, his hand which was holding a black flute, made an engraving of the letter Fho (Buddha ) in the air.
The letter gave off a golden light.
Finished engraving the letter Fho in the air, the young man pushed his flute forward towards the letter.
The letter darted rapidly towards the whirlpool of hellfire heat that was shutting and burning Er Lang Sen.
"Blaobedience...!"
The vortex stopped, the hot air also disappeared, everything returned to normal.
"God Er Lang is back facing Yu Ti (Sky Emperor) report the situation here.."
"On Thian Cun's orders, I'll take over here next.."
said the young man holding the black flute in hand politely but firmly.
That young man was Wu Song, who had just arrived, taking on the duties of Yu Se Thian Cun.
Lord Er Lang Sen immediately saluted and said,
"Thank you for the help (Hei Siaw Seng Cun) Sacred God Suling Hitam, Siau Sian (Little God) received the order.."
Not yet finished his remark, the god Er Lang twisted his body, in an instant he had disappeared from there.
It turned into a blue light that shot out into space.
The Asura Demon King did not attempt to prevent it, he smilingly said,
"You are much more deserving, Yu Se remains Yu Se as long as his is always much wiser."
"Makes all creatures marvel and respect.."
"If Yu Se returns to lead the three realms, I will definitely return to my origin.."
"Unfortunately it can never happen again.."
"I have no way back.Let's just finish it.."
"Show me your best.."
Wu Song silently quietly caught there was a dissatisfied bada of the Asura demon against Yu Ti (Heavenly Emperor ).
He was also less satisfied, as were his former teachers and many others.
But as a fellow god Kahyangan, he could not possibly come to blaspheme him.
Besides he doesn't know the problems between them, it's none of his business.
He also did not want to know that, the most important thing right now was to carry out his task well.
Gather a large reward, so that he can be allowed to return with Lu Ping.
That's all that matters, other things are no longer his business.
With a gentle smile Wu Song said,
"Truely wrong as thin as hair, no one is perfect.."
"If that is what you want, then I will fulfill it.."
Wu Song prepared with his eternal energy.
Then he put the flute, in front of the lips soft sound.
The plaza filled the valley.
The voice sounded delicate softly, but it had huge influence data against the Asura Demon King.
The rhythm forced the Asura Demon King, feeling his strength was about to be tempered.
His entire body felt extremely tired and sleepy, even his hands almost released the blood hellish machete he was holding.
Both of his knees felt trembling, as if the energy to just support his weight was not there.
His body felt so heavy, as if he was propping up the globe.
Realizing that something was wrong with Wu Song's gentle rhythm.
While trying to gather the energy of his hell core, which the air from the underworld continues to flow through his body.
The Asura Demon King was preparing to counterattack Wu Song.
But as soon as Wu Song increased the level of his flute.
Slowly the energy that began to gather was scattering again, the Asura Demon King was startled and astonished.
He had already not heard Wu Song's distilled voice, but why was Wu Song's distilled rhythm still able to pierce through his mind.
Want to control and press and disperse the energy in his muster.
After taking a closer look once more, the state of his entire body.
Finally the Demon King found the source of the problem that was interfering with his strength.
The rhythm was not only entered through hearing alone, but the rhythm could enter his body through the pores of his skin.
"Botten boy you can too..!"
shouted the Asura Demon King while staring intently at Wu Song.
The entire body of the Asura Demon King, was now enveloped by a pitch-red aura, so that no gaps could be entered by Wu Song's rhythm.
He was now no longer affected by the rhythm that Wu Song was playing, slowly his energy field, began to recollect.
At the end of his blood machete began to appear a ball of blood getting bigger and bigger.
Like a balloon that is blowing up, it continues to grow and grow.
Wu Song who was floating in the air, saw what was being done by the demon lord.
He continued to deflate his spirit and his strength played the rhythm of Sukma's uprooting.
The rhythm formed the shadow of a golden luminous scale staircase surrounding Wu Song's entire body.
Slowly the field of the pitch ladder formed a ball of golden light protecting Wu Song's entire body.
The Asura Demon King while shouting loudly.
"Arggghhh...!!"
Feel his screams while releasing the slash of the blood machete, which was raised high above his head.
For him to slash towards Wu Song who was floating in the air.
A gigantic ball glowing blood red, darting ahead of the shadow of the giant red machete that followed attacked Wu Song.
"Blaaaarrr,...!"
A red ball of light exploded in the air, upon meeting the golden laser released by Wu Song, through his distilled hole.
Heaven and earth shook violently, as it received the effect of the explosion of those two powerful forces.
But the explosion did not stop the pace of the shadow of the giant blood machete, which continued to move closer to Wu Song.
"Banggg...!"
The two great powers meet again in the air, making the earth and the sky glued together by the shock of the collision.
But the explosion had yet to be able to destroy Wu Song's protector coming from his flute rhythm.
Wu Song in the protection of his flute rhythm, he played the style of the black flute sword of his own creation.
The game of black flute sword Wu Song despite being doing attacking moves.
But the rhythm that came out from his flute did not stop, continuing to follow Wu Song's movements.
When the flute moves sluggishly, the rhythm becomes soft sedu.
Once the flute game moves fast, the rhythm will become fast and carefree.
Conversely, if the game flute comes like a storm of the sea raging, the rhythm of the flute will be like a song to the battlefield stomping excitedly.
The game of the flute sword Wu Song darted his attack and locked up the Asura Demon King.
The Asura Demon King who was protected by the red mist, did not budge.
He continued to exert his power trying to destroy the voice protector Wu Song.
Wu Song's attacks none of them had broken through his defenses.
Instead the pressure of the shadow of the giant blood machete, began to force the rhythm of Wu Song's protective body to crack.