Flying Umbrella Swordsman

The Action of the Tiny

"Truely, the little girl was not alone. The young man on the train must have been higher in his knowledge, "the inner mustache is thin. He saw Adijaya not doing any more actions. Just standing there watching his movements.

"Your turn, go!" asmarini surprised his daydream. More surprised it turns out all his men have been sprawled with serious injuries. He wondered why this girl had not killed them.

The thin mustache looked doubtful. Alone, the girl could have slaughtered her men. He doubted if he could fight the girl. What's he supposed to do?

"The world will laugh, a disciple of the strongest platoon runs away from the fight for fear of women" said Adijaya slowly, but still heard to the ears of the thin mustache.

This man in his thirties tightened his jaw. His chest felt rumbling. He wanted to finish off his opponent, but the cowardly soul of the black faction was more self-controlled.

"If you feel good, come to our headquarters!" challenge the thin mustache. He wanted to buy some time so he could find a chance to escape.

"It's over guts, still boasting!" damprat Asmarini's. His sword was raised ready to unleash an attack.

The thin mustache was already on alert. He began to let out a magic air and coated both hands with deep energy. However, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze sweep over his nape. His face immediately seemed pleased.

"Your group was destroyed only by that little woman, did I not see it wrong?"

An old voice suddenly burst forth in unison with the appearance of the middle-aged man from behind the thin mustache.

"Uncle Gardika," the thin mustache turned to the person.

Asmarini put down his sword. He could read this guy named Gardika more powerful than the thin mustache. He must be one of the deedengkot on the sidelines of Mount Sindu.

Gardika looked towards Adijaya. "Down you, let's finish our business!"

Adijaya smiled as she folded her hands on her chest. "You must not underestimate my wife, the Swordsman of the Flower. Pass him first!"

Asmarini's small smile was engraved on his lips. The Swordsman of the Flower Sword was a title pinned to his teacher first. Did he deserve that nickname after the teacher died?.

"You who underestimated me, yesterday afternoon's boy could be what he is!" spray Gardika.

"Don't just look from the looks, old fool! Let me prove that your grandma can't touch me!" jolt Asmarini while swinging the Golden Flower Sword quickly.

The shuttle!

Want not to want Gardika to move away. The gale from the golden sword felt tearing through the skin. He could have escaped the first attack. However, the after-attack so quickly came.

Gardika avoids by taking a distance so that he can freely take a breath and gather strength. He also immediately closed his sense of smell so as not to be affected by the fragrant aroma emanated from the Golden Flower Sword.

In a dozen moves, one of the decengkot on the sidelines of Mount Sindu is able to compensate for the opponent's speed. He avoided more. He admitted, Asmarini is worth counting.

The next step Gardika already took out his machete weapon. The Golden Flower Sword was quite life-threatening so he was forced to take out his weapon. There was the sound of mocking laughter from Adijaya. His face that was flushed with shame could no longer be hidden.

At that time Mahaguru Gentasora withdrew his student forces because they did not want to clash with Adijaya because they saw the Flying Umbrella held by Adijaya.

Gardika gets a routine task to take the treasures that have been collected by the Yellow Valley Warriors and then taken to the village. However, he found the small headquarters of the thin mustache leader empty.

He thought the soldier was carrying out his action, so he just waited there. It turned out that they had long returned, finally the impatient Gardika immediately looked for them. Apparently the Yellow Valley Warrior encountered an obstacle.

Unexpectedly, only this petite woman was able to hinder them. Now he was also troubled by the attack of the girl who was so agile and nimble.

Asmarini did not give any gap. Luckily he could adjust his breath so as not to run out while fighting. This girl keeps showing beautiful, but deadly moves.

Starting from the style of Lapati Dance combined with Rajawali Dance. Adijaya taught him, that do not be fixed on one style and then gradually to a higher level.

But combine and combine all the existing moves. Even if the two hands are both holding weapons, then use a different style between the right and left hands.

Now Asmarini felt the results of her husband's teachings. He's felt it since fighting Resi Danuranda's men. In addition to the increasing internal energy, the skill of playing the style is also more perfect.

Never stopped her heart praising her husband. For him, Adijaya is the perfect husband. Smiles continue to expand adorning the cute beautiful face of Asmarini. He did not seem to be afraid of his opponent.

While Gardika is made emotional by the attitude of his opponent. At first he was calm enough to face Asmarini. Now he's hunted down napsu want to immediately bring down the girl. Secretly this man creeps, what if this husband and wife collaborate with each other?

Elsewhere, the thin mustache looked puzzled. The impulse in his heart he wanted to escape from that place, but Adijaya never let go watching him.

Had he attacked Adijaya, he obviously realized he could not match him. But if intervened to help Gardika, he was afraid that he would disturb the concentration of his superiors.

"You'd better shut up if you don't want to have bad luck!" adijaya's orders that know the concerns of the thin mustache man. The thin mustache was never this blind as his guts.

Actually Gardika also expects the help of the thin mustache. However, he realized that the mustache must be in a difficult position. The husband of this girl would definitely not stay silent. His heart is really shitty. Didn't expect him to face an opponent this difficult.

He really doesn't believe. Already dozens of moves had passed, his opponent still moved agilely as if he did not run out of energy. As for him, his breathing was already irregular.

Finally Gardika took a distance quite far. He threw away his gun. He put all his strength in especially his hands. His mouth was making a study. Then both of his hands were flicked forward.

Werrr! Wush!

Two fireballs shot out from Gardika's two hands, darting rapidly towards Asmarini. Very quickly the girl poured magic air into the sword so that her weapon emitted a golden light. Then he made a slashing movement from right to left.

Wush! Sraaap up!

A strong fragrant strong wind coming out from the sword slash drove two fireballs to bounce back against the owner himself.

Berrr! Blaarr!