Swordsman Without Friends
Heritage revenge (bag1).
The path of the forest in addition to the rada, narrow is also far from the crowd. The sound of fierce clashing accompanied by an explosion of magic science that collided with each other made the silent atmosphere instantly turn into an uproar. the birds fly out frantic screeches. The scorched shrubs molt.
Between the sound of the riled makian caci and the ground rocks that were blown by the wind of the powerful blow were seen four human shadows that continued to run over each other. the three black-robed figures continued to rain down on the body of an iron-clad young man who was confined in the midst of his opponent's siege.In a very short time the battle of magic had already passed dozens of moves.
The heart of the young man named Pranacitra was quite gasped, because usually the person who had received the 'Dark Light Twin Wand' style attack and the 'Destruction Dragon Mountain' punch if not immediately sprawled to death, at least he must have been hurt in a very severe way.
But the three black-robed people who had a reddish swollen face were not only able to survive even back to pound with a magic test that issued large black light balls with hot air and felt heavy overlapping. every time a black circle of light struck something a loud explosion caused a large and charred hole to emit blackish smoke.
''The Blow of 'The Ball of Hell Liang.!'' exclaimed Pranacitra aghast when he recognized the science of magic used by his three opponents.he immediately realized that his enemy this time was not a fighter carelessly. with half-dropped to avoid the death blow of the opponent he released a devotion to the three directions at once.
''Second Line 'The Father of Blood Asks for Alms.!'' The three black-robed people were similarly suffocating in horror. Simultaneously their bodies kinked away from the rain dozens of blood-red light palm-shaped shadows scattered the heat and the rancid smell that scattered covered the air.
''Fucking lame, even if you reportedly have a lot of high magic knowledge, but do not expect to escape your death.!'' snapping one of his opponents who was the shortest in stature. With a friend who had the most swollen face, he tried to block the powerful blow Pranacitra until the clash of magic science again occurred.
'Whuuuuss., whuuusss., lslaaasshhh.!'
'Blaaaaamm., blaamm., blaarrr.!'
The path that had been narrow full of thick grass was immediately turned into a courtyard land full of holes that were uncovered. Pebble dust from the broken rock was hit by stray blows felt sore and heat burned the body. a snake and some wild animals such as lizards and rats that nest there were also roasted destroyed.
''Satan alas., the science of magic 'The Ball of Hell' will send your life to the afterlife.!'' timpal his most beautiful face even though outside said so but in his heart this person was still horrified to rush into the air along with his two friends. from up there they again threw a punch 'Hell Liang Ball.!'
When viewed from the way his opponent fought, the three of them almost always formed a triangular cage in both attack and defense.even when pounding from above the air the position of the three people was also almost unchanged. Pranacitra who was besieged in the middle of finding it difficult to get out of the death cage.
''Haa., ha., as long as you know that stupid young man nicknamed the 'Lonely Limping Devil'., all this time no silat figure has been able to get out of the siege of the style 'Our Three-Tripper Earth's Death Net.you must have been cut off in your loneliness.!'' the teasing of the swollen face that just clumped put his feet on the ground.on arrival he immediately sent two kicks aimed at the neck and head followed by three consecutive blows that threatened the left ribs, he immediately sent two kicks to the neck and head followed by three consecutive blows that threatened the left ribs, heart and stomach.
The veteran five fighter student from the black stream cursed in his heart.he repeatedly tried to get out of the three corners of the siege by throwing various magic techniques but always failed. the triangular cage is also very tight and as solid as an iron wall also seems to have magical powers that can confuse the mind of the opponent.
Although when compared to the 'Skull-Faced Girl' the strength level of the magic science the three of them were still slightly below the beautiful girl who had died on Ciremai Mountain, but the speed of movement and the confinement of their triangles actually more draining Pranacitra power.
In the middle of the cage of the line 'Three Death Nets of the Earth' that increasingly squashed it was also the roar of science of the 'Hell Liang Ball' punch that hit in a row, which hit in a row, Pranacitra recalled a stirring story from one of his teachers known as the Devil's Grave almost thirty years ago.
Reportedly a few years before disappearing from the martial world scene the powerful old man had met with some emissaries from the 'Demon Gate' party' who was being ordered by his chairman to invite the Devil Grave to join in this strongest black party, of course in exchange for a high position in the party.
But with his arrogance this old man not only rejected the offer even after issuing words of contempt to the party leader of the Demon Gate, he also ruthlessly slaughtered his envoys. maybe because only this time there are people who dare to fight directly with the Gate of Satan until the news of the deeds of Satan the Grave makes a big uproar in the jungle of friendship.
When viewed from the style of the punch and also the science of confinement they have, Pranacitra became increasingly convinced that these three people were most likely relatives, as well as relatives, disciples or descendants of the Emissaries of the Gapura Devil party who had died at the hands of the Devil's Grave in the past.
In his adventure in the jungle of the new martial this time Pranacitra was forced to defend and there was almost no chance to attack his opponent, even though by using the science of 'Step Strange of the Undead' the limp from Mount Bhishma was still able to escape the deadly attacks of opponents who continued to threaten his life but obviously such circumstances could not be allowed.
Because no matter how great the science of silat creation of the Devil's Grave is in the end certainly can be penetrated also the gap. in a state of increasingly desperate between the rain of powerful blows and the insulting laughter of the three opponents, he said, the young man even did a strange movement that was beyond anyone's expectations.
Three black-robed men with swollen red faces who intend to release the wisdom of the magic from the three winds to end the history of the limp unknowingly were restrained and suspicious of the deformed attitude of the pale cold-faced young man that's.
The black iron rod weapon of the skull head that had been his mainstay was instead plugged into the ground.His two eyes were closed with his head lowered by a pair of hands crossed in front of his chest. is this limp crazy or desperate.?
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