Swordsman Without Friends
Head cutter.
As the rusty cleaver in the old kingpin's hands flashed, Pranacitra could only force himself to roll away.a stream of pure energy that should be able to treat his internal wounds due to the poison of the black arrow threaded from the society's 'The Heart Hunter Arrow' that someone might have paid to hunt him down, became stifled and turned around to hit him.
Bacokan machete despite passing a little from his back but the evil magic air of the weapon was still felt to infiltrate his body until the young man vomited blood. the second blower can still be fielded with a black iron rod but the weapon was out of hand.
Pranacitra cursed furiously.the poison black arrow that targeted his body even though he could be destroyed, but still requires time and calm in his treatment.when the dull rusty machete read out for a third time, but still it takes time and quiet in his treatment, this crippled young man only had one chance to move, with the remaining energy of his left hand grabbing the body of one of the members of the Heart Hunter Arrow that was beside him.
The blood that began to cool immediately gushed with the contents of the body that was split after the dull cleaver in the hands of the beggar slashed the chest of the members of the 'Heart Hunter Land whose body was made limp as his protective shield.
This event if told may feel very long and continuous, but the actual event actually lasted so fast. from the beginning of the first machete attack to when the corpse of the Heart Hunter Arrow member was split by the machete swipe, everything was only as short as two or three eye jolts.
''Devil the bastard, your life is also to be revoked, but in the end you will still be destroyed.!'' the angry machetes spewed from the mouth of the old beggar who behaved like a madman.A moment the deadly machetes roared again, red light and smoke would strike. Pranacitra can only resign, even though he wants to avoid but he is helpless.
Reportedly people who are near death will be reflected back in his past.so also the limp from the mountain of Bhishma. one by one the faces of people close to him are present in memory. even dozens of dead enemy figures in his hands also appeared in his head.they seemed to laugh insultingly at his fate that arrived at the end of death.
Angry, vengeful and curious but unable to do anything. This feeling seems worse than death itself.even though it does not accept with his unlucky fate but Pranacitra can only resigned to close his eyes. strangely at this time he even became calmer in welcoming death.
The upright heirloom machete stretched out above the head, which had a machete bellowed savagely, indignantly full of grudges.The old, sinister and ugly face was slowly turning into a grimace in pain. his pair of eyes implied a feeling of astonishment mixed with extreme fear.when the eyes glanced down he felt that there was an oddity.
His breathing became heavy and stingy.Every one was about to make a sound there was only pain and black blood that was spewing from the middle of his chest. he really did not understand since when there was a black sword eye appearing there.he wanted to flip but the tip of the black sword smelling like a carcass kept slicing up, he continued to slice up, cut the heart vein to the base of his neck.
The gole is still clasped tightly in the hand, but the head is separated from its old body and smell.The body of the beggar sprawled a bath of blood. A pair of eyes on the head separated from the body is still whizzing, as if he kept wanting to ask how could the tip of a black sword eye appear in the middle of his chest.why also could his head be separated from the body.unfortunately., this person would never know the answer.
The black sword that had just decapitated the old kingpin was quite short.The sword eyes were probably only two long. the tip of the sword hilt was carved into the face of a demon with a thick black smoke and light that spread the smell of a carcass.
A pair of sadistic eyes behind the bamboo caping shone with a sharp lust for murder. In his heart this man thought, if he were to finish off this limp, he would, his name will rise to the top in the ranks of the ten greatest newcomer fighters in the martial world today.
The young man in white clothes slipped his sword behind his waist. Instead he took out a burlap sack. The old beggar's head was put in the bag. with a cynical grunt he glanced at Pranacitra's sprawled body.The pair of limp eyes that began to open still had a chance to see the figure of the bamboo-clothed youth, before he flashed vanished from before him.
Pranacitra could only see the person from the edge of his eyes.even though suspicious and curious but he could not help it. By exerting his magic power he tried to speed up the healing of his internal wounds. the Blue Nirmala stone magic air slowly appeared enveloping his body. The healing of deep wounds and poison with the body lying on the ground like this might be more difficult to do. but for the limp was not a heavy problem.
Time is approaching dusk when Pranacitra has been able to rise up to his feet.his eyebrows frown at the sight of a body bathed in blood without a head. In his adventure already often this young man faced with elmaut, elmaut, but maybe it was only this time that he felt very close to his end.
''I couldn't see who it was, but from his figure, he was as I'd known him before. The old raspy head was cut off. The rotten wound blackened from the middle of the chest. the one who killed him was really loud. Guess who that person was.?'' a moment of thought popped into his head but he hesitated.
''There is no way that person is him. After all for what the 'Demon-switched Milky Way' appeared here. I also know he is an expensive mercenary who has a habit of cutting off the head of his target. so I think it's very strange that now he's letting me stay alive when the price of my head is probably the highest right now.
Both of his eyes looked coldly around him.Ten dozens of corpse figures that were caked in blood made his mood even more moody.whether until when he would continue to be forced to deal with the kill-kill. by taking a deep breath the young man decided to go directly to the northern slope of Mount Merapi.
Climbing the slopes of Mount Merapi although not too difficult, but still requires caution in determining steps. especially now that the twilight sunshine can no longer break through the greatness of the wilderness in the foothills region of the mountain.
The twilight sky was still bright up there, but the darkness had enveloped his surroundings. Fortunately his eyes and all his senses were already accustomed to the darkness of the secret cave room that was in the 'Thousand Poison Valley' until his eyes can penetrate the forest.
Towards midnight the young man had already entered the border of the mountain slope.he frowned as he felt the air around where he was standing turned stifling. Pranacitra immediately realized that the air in this place was deliberately contaminated with poison.
Although quite dangerous but with the power of the Blue Nirmala magic stone that has melted in his body all that he can overcome. After thinking for a while Pranacitra decided to find a safe place to rest to collect his energy. until the third day of the third month arrived tomorrow morning, his strength had already returned to its peak.
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