Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Hands down

At that time the beautiful petite wife of the hero floated down with a beautiful movement and landed in front of Hanujara who was about to help his partner. The fragrant aroma of the Flower Sword instantly spread filled the air.

Hanujara undoes his intentions. He was interested in seeing Asmarini. His mouth was astonished. "Since when did Karang Bolong have a female disciple, or maybe you're Manguntara's daughter?"

"Towards you, I'm definitely fighting you right now!" Asmarini put his sword forward. His gaze was so sharp.

"You taking me lightly, or acting silly?" Hanujara looks calm. He thought about what to fear from this little girl. He considers Asmarini only a swordsman yesterday afternoon who just hatched.

"Both!" answer Asmarini. "You know what, your friend Gardika, I killed him?"

This time Hanujara was surprised, but also in disbelief. The place of death Gardika and Karang Bolong padepokan very far. Why in such a short time the killer has already arrived here.

But this beauty spoke clearly of Gardika and did not sound like she was lying at all. Kuntawala said husband and wife, but this woman is alone. His eyeballs swirled around looking for something.

"You looking for me?" Adijaya. This young warrior was already standing a bit far behind Asmarini. A smile on his lips.

"Gelo, he can tell what I'm thinking!" inner Hanujara. He's raising his guard. It is only fitting that Karang Bolong's disciples dare to wait for their arrival.

"Can we start?" asked Asmarini still brandishing his sword.

If it wasn't for the experience, maybe he wouldn't have been able to look back at the woman..

"Alright, besides wondering how good you are, also to avenge my brother!"

"Sorry, if the young are disrespectful!" Asmarini precedes the attack.

The stabbing attack he had launched the first time. Hanujara was silently waiting for the attack to come. As soon as one more inch was about to stab her in the neck, Hanusara tilted her body.

Then one of the desengkot on the sidelines of Mount Sindu twisted his body very quickly forward, approaching Asmarini. In an instant he had already pulled his machete straight at the sabetkan to the opponent.

Trang!

The two weapons clashed, the fragrant aroma grew more and more concentrated. It was unexpected that Asmarini's movements were very fast in pulling back his sword to fend off Hanujara's weapons.

Both took two steps back. Hanujara was surprised again. From the clash of this weapon, he found the energy in the opponent was comparable to him.

"She must be Manguntara's daughter!" guess Hanujara in heart. Because it's usually like that. A great character has a talented child since childhood.

Two humans of different ages re-engaged in a fierce fight. The machete weapon Hanujara was holding seemed to be burning like embers. Each of his sabetages left sparks in the air.

While Asmarini as usual combines two styles that are often used. The Japati Dance and Rajawali Dance. His movements are full of confidence. Nimble like a dove, also fierce like an eagle.

Until the passing of a dozen styles of the tiny still survive and remain agile even though Hanujara bertubi use his machete to injure. However, the result is nil.

Hanujara finally opened his eyes. The little guy who became his opponent was not to be taken lightly. According to Kuntawala's story, only this woman alone defeated Gardika.

Being alone is so great. What if her husband intervenes? Hanujara's mind became less focused for fear of Adijaya attacking buttressively.

"Are you black people who like to cheat?" yell Adijaya while strutting.

"Damn!" Hanujara. Why does the young man always know his mind? He raised his nurse level again. No need to feel ashamed, facing a woman alone must be with a murderous lust.

While Asmarini continued to fight Hanujara, Adijaya noticed Anjasmara, although some students were still overwhelmed by Abilawa. One of the students was injured.

Because at that time they could not avoid when the machete Abilawa moved to disintegrate.

Wush!

Abilawa was driven by an invisible blow. The next seizure Adijaya suddenly was in front of him directly sending a follow-up attack.

"Your move is not from Karang Bolong, you're not the disciple of Manguntara, are you?"

"No, indeed!"

Although Adijaya uses his bare hands, but his attack so quickly targeted the important part. Abilawa's weapon became idle because it could not fend off the opponent's punch.

It can actually fend off or hold, but not with machetes. Except with direct hands. This is because of the almost invisible Adijaya movement.

For a long time because it was his hands that often immediately collided, the result was often felt numb and finally no longer strong grasping his weapon so that it fell to the ground.

Anjasmara and the other students had stayed away from the fight. Some time they catch their breath and recover. Then they decided to help the other disciples use the same attack pattern. Anjasmara himself helps members of the Honorary Council.

Now between Adijaya and Abilawa without using any more weapons. Abilawa did not know that Adijaya had defeated her teacher, so she felt confident against this young warrior.

The type of science that Abilawa uses is the same as Gardika. Turning the power in to the fire. Only the level is higher. His power is more powerful.

Adijaya as usual uses the science of Flipping the Sky. In a short period of time he could understand the essence of the opposing science. Then create the skill and science of his match.

If Abilawa can emit embers, then Adijaya can release a snow-cold ball of white light. At the moment these two sciences collided there sounded a voice drugged like fire doused in water.

Whuss! Blab! Ceess!

This small forest shook as the two forces clashed. Making the fight between Asmarini and Hanujara a little disturbed.

Hanujara is made dizzy because it has not been able to hurt the opponent even though a strand of hair. Asmarini is too agile or he is sluggish because of the age factor. High science, huge inner energy, age-blame time?

Is not most of the magic people, if the more powerful then its form will be like a young person even though the original is old?

Hanujara channeled the inner energy into his machete blade. Then it was cut from a distance. From this weapon shot embers of red fire smashed towards the direction Asmarini was.

Wong!

The petite beauty swung the sword to fend off the embers the same as when facing Gardika.

The shuttle! Dess!

The flame bounced back with a faster throw. Hanujara just picked up the machete, receiving the embers was like re-entering the weapon.

Asmarini understood. In the past Gardika did not use weapons. So the embers hit and burned themselves. Apparently Hanujara had prepared his anticipation.

Now he focused his attacks to separate the opponent from his weapon. The Golden Flower Sword flowed more and more energy in so that its fragrant luminescence grew stinging.

Asmarini moved in attack, narrowing the distance. His rounds, swings and sabbaticals locked the opponent. Like not giving a single gap.