Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

The Devil's Hill Eps. 07 Bag. 1

KICAU boisterous birds welcome the morning sun. The gently blowing wind drove away the mist of pearl-like dew points splattered on the foliage. A beautiful morning refreshes, opens life to the inhabitants of the earth's surface. But the beauty of this morning is still also marred by the sound of shrill cries and clanking.

It seemed like the voices were coming from a not-so-wide meadow on the edge of the Whirlpool Forest. Two people are fighting against their souls. While the other three people were standing not so far away from the fight, looking seriously at the fierce and fast course of the fight.

Suddenly one of the people who was fighting jumped out of the arena. Twice revolved in the air, then sweetly landed on the ground. Sweat drenched his face and clothes. The man was holding a large machete, just like a cattle butcher. He stood in front of three people who were also each inasing grasping a large machete that looked heavy.

They instantly leaped into a circle, confining a young lady dressed in tight green. Her beautiful and slender body shape offset the look of her beautiful face. The woman was shaking her fan that was glistening in the sunlight. The ends of the fan are pointed like a mala knife, ready to dissect the opponent. Her smile was on her red lips.

"So I told you, you Four Butcher Demons should go down together," softly sounded the voice of the beautiful woman.

"Huh! Don't worry, Death Fan! You're not necessarily winning against us!" sniffed one of the people wearing black clothes.

The Four Butcher Demons could be recognized by name one by one from the color of his clothes. The one wearing black clothes nicknamed Black Butcher. While the blue, red, and yellow are called Blue Butcher, Red Butcher and Yellow Butcher respectively. Why did they get to clash with the Death Fan?

"Who seeks victory? You guys coming here just interrupted my break. It's still good I didn't kill you guys last night!" death Fan Rumpul.

"Damn! You should have stopped last night!" grunting Blue Butcher growled.

"I'm afraid, you won't enjoy the sunshine again tomorrow," the sound of the Death Fan sounded calm, yet hurtful to the ears.

"Tear your mouth, demon!" growled Yellow Beef.

"Please if you can. I won't back down a single item."

The Black Butcher snapped loudly, then quickly jumped up while swinging his huge machete. The roar of the wind sounded along with the flashing of the machete snatching onto the body of the Death Fan. Just a little bit of the beautiful woman tilted her body, the sabetage of the Black Butcher go through without hitting the target. Not yet had the Death Fan breathed a sigh of relief, coming again from the direction of his right side. The wind roared loudly along with the flashing of a machete leading to the head.

The Death Fan lowered his head slightly, and the Yellow Butcher machete passed above his head. The Death Fan had to jump while the jump dodged the attacks of the Four Butcher Demons who came in a row like a flood. But until the passing of five moves, the Death Fan has not yet issued its mainstay knowledge.

Tring, String!

Twice the Death Fan managed to fend off the attacks of the Four Butcher Demons. Almost the Blue and Yellow Butcher machete came out of hand when it hit the silvery steel fan. But their lips grimaced, feeling the wrists stiff and tingling.

At the same time the Black Butcher slashed his machete like a lightning Death Fan who had just fended off the attacks of two opponents, surprised Hurry he bounces, dodging the sudden attack. Black Butcher whose attack can be avoided, immediately gave an advanced attack that was no less violent. Forced Death Fan to fight over his steel fan.

Whoa, tring! "Akh!"

Small suffocated Death Fan. Directly dropped himself to the ground and rolled. When his steel fan collided with the Black Butcher's machete, his inner power was not fully deployed. He did not expect that the energy in the Black Butcher was very tough and high enough.

"Damn it!" the Grunts of the Death Fan immediately rose to their feet. His eyes bought to see his fan lying on the ground some distance away. He regretted taking too lightly the Four Demon Butchers. It is not unexpected at all that in three years alone the Four Demon Butchers have been rapidly progressing. More Black Butcher. His energy is now much higher.

"Good history, thieving ass!" furious Black Butcher.

As fast as lightning Black Butcher crashing while fighting over his machete. The Death Fan bounces backwards avoiding the cleaver whose size exceeds his own. He has not yet set foot on the ground. The Red Butcher had already slashed his machete into the leg. The Death Fan punched the end of the cleaver with his toes, while bouncing back into the air. The state of the Death Fan was really alarming. Dangerous attacks come in turn without giving the slightest chance to breathe. The Death Fan could leap to dodge any attack that threatened his life.

"Modar...!"

"Akh!"

The Death Fan quickly bounced out of the fighting arena. Blood flowed from the right shoulder that was scratched by the end of the Black Butcher. It is not unexpected at all when he was convoluted to avoid the poke of the Red Butcher, suddenly the Black Butcher jumped while waving his cleaver. The Death Fan could not avoid it anymore. Fortunately only the tip of the Black Butcher machete only scratched the skin of his right shoulder.

"That's right!" The Death Fan growled at the sight of blood pouring down from his shoulders.

"Red Corn, Blue Butcher, Yellow Butcher! Kill the thief!" black Butcher Order.

"Yeah...!"

At once the three people who heard that command, jumped while mentioning the machete. The Black Butcher immediately jumped to attack the Death Fan. Gaining an attack from the four corners, the Death Fan immediately bounced high into the air. Four machetes darted under the feet of the beautiful woman. The attacks of the Four Butcher Demons did not stop there alone. As soon as the Death Fan landed on the ground, they instantly charged fiercely.

Once again the Death Fan was overwhelmed by a successive attack like a wave of sea water pounding the reef. When the Yellow Butcher's machete threatened his head, suddenly the Red Butcher's leg floated towards the chest. Plus the left hand of the Blue Butcher that floated quickly from behind.

At that moment, the Death Fan really did not have another chance to dodge. One attack may be averted, but the other three are impossible to avoid. And it was at that crucial moment that suddenly a white shadow flashed swiftly beating upon the Four Butcher Demons. The four people clumped together before successfully attacking the Death Fan

"Bunt monkey!" the Black Butcher Grumbled.

Now beside the Death Fan stood a handsome young man with shoulder-length hair. The young man in white was wearing a white vest and a sword with a bird's head was raised from behind his back. Not wrong again, the young man is the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti.

"Young man, don't interfere in my business!" snapped Black Butcher.

"Hm, I will not interfere in your affairs if you fight manly," calm and quiet Rangga's voice. But it sounds very powerful.

"Phoihi! Your song's a hero. You know, who we are?" red Butcher Grunts.

"Whoever are you, you are obviously cowards who usually only flirt with women!" keep calm and soft Rangga's voice.

"Open your ears wide, young man! We're Four Butcher Demons!" snapped the Black Butcher introduced himself with the intention that the young man beside the Death Fan was frightened to hear it.

But Rangga even smiled faintly hearing that name. Indeed he had heard the name of the Four Demon Butchers. Four poor people cross the jungle and control the area called the Hill of Satan. Apparently these are the people who always rob and kill cruelly anyone who crosses the Hill of Satan.

"I'm giving you a chance, young man. Nah! Get the fuck out of here!" the word Black butcher.

"If I don't want to?" Rangga was clearly challenging though indirectly.

"And! You're looking to die apparently!" the Black Butcher is fierce.

The Black Butcher immediately signaled the other one. Simultaneously Red Butcher, Yellow Butcher and Blue Butcher jumped to surround. Their gizzards were already crosswise in front of the chest. The warrior Rajawali Sakti just glanced to pay attention to every movement of the four people who were besieging from the four directions. His lips still held a thin smile.

"GROAN...!" yells Hard Black Butcher. Instantly Four Butcher Demons jumped while waving their cleaver towards the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. Just a little bit of the young swordsman moved his hands without shifting his legs, knew the cleaver Four Butcher Demons bounced off each other's hands. Rangga faced them by deploying the deadly style of 'Kakar Rajawali'.

The shock of the four people had not yet disappeared, suddenly Rangga twisted his body with his right leg swaying rapidly. Buk, buk, buk, buk...!

The Four Butcher Demons instantly fell backwards. The right leg of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti right hit their stomachs.

"Uhk!" Black Butcher felt his stomach nauseous. They tried hard to stand up. Not yet had time to wake up, Swordsman Rajawali Sakti It has moved quickly snatch the back of their clothes and throw so one down a large shady tree.

Huge, stocky bodies were falling over each other. Similar to four rice sacks that were thrown carelessly into the warehouse. Back they tried to get up, and their movements stopped because the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti had attached their necks with each machete. The Black Butcher raised his head. His face was flushed red, embarrassed and angry that he could be defeated by a youngster in just one buzz.

"It's lucky that today I'm reluctant to take my life," a cold voice rangga.

Black Butcher wrinkled his molars. Slowly he got up and stood up, followed by the other. Rangga stepped back three acts. He threw four machetes in his hand, until stuck right at the foot of the Four Butcher Demons.

"Go from here, hurry!" snapped Rangga hard.

Rushing Red Butcher, Yellow Butcher and Blue Butcher whip out each machete. With the ogah-ogahan Black Butcher also pulled his machete from the ground. Both of his eyeballs sharply looked at the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti with vengeance. His pair of tightly clenched jaws held in fury. Without saying much more the four people stepped away. The Black Butcher turned its body after its legs swung about ten steps. He stood with his hands out of his waist. The other one also stops behind the Black Butcher.

"Dead Fan, our problem is not finished!" yells Hard Black Butcher. Finished saying, The Black Butcher quickly turned around and ran fast followed by the other one. They were not seen again for a moment.

Rangga turned his body then stepped closer to the Death Fan who had just picked up his fan weapon. Tucked the magic steel fan into the waist.

"You're hurt..."

"Thank you!" The Death Fan cut quickly before Rangga finished with his sentence. His voice sounded faint and seemed unhappy that he was being helped.

"I'm sorry, did I make things difficult for you?" Rangga did not understand the attitude of this girl. His forehead was wrinkled a sign of thinking.

"Many!" suhut Kipas Maut Ketus.

"Much...!?" Rangga was shocked to death. What a dead Swordsman Rajawali Sakti did not understand with the attitude of this beautiful girl. His life was saved, but he seemed unhappy. He even said it made a lot of trouble. What difficulty?

"You better get out of here, or I'll go" said the Death Fan

"Hey...! Wait," cried Rangga, as soon as he saw the Death Fan stepping away.

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Pendekar Rajawali Sakti became more curious. Every question was answered by the Death Fan. In a glance earlier, had heard the words Black Butcher which made his mind continue to wonder. It was impossible for the Four Demon Butchers to come out of the Devil's Hill if there wasn't something very pressing. Even more so to the point of clashing with this girl. The Black Butcher called this girl a thief. What was stolen? What's the matter between the Death Fan and the Four Butcher Demons? Various questions raged on the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. Unanswered questions, as the Death Fan was being unfriendly to him.

Rangga continued to step parallel to this beautiful girl. Although the Death Fan uses the science of lightening the body, but for the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti is not a difficult thing. Science lightened the body it possessed far above the Death Fan.

"Why do you keep following me?" ask the Death Fan when he stopped his steps and turned to face Pendekar Rajawali Sakti.

"You haven't answered my question" said Rangga.

"From now on you've asked a lot, whereas I don't know which question to answer" the cynical Death Fan snorted.

"What's your real name?" ask Rangga.

"I told you, my name is Death Fan!"

"That's your nickname."

"What difference?"

"Of course it's different, I can't possibly help you constantly without knowing your real name."

"Who needs your help? Without your intervention I can also finish off the Four Butcher Demons!"

"Hm, you almost died!" Rangga is also fierce.

"I was just pretending, I knew you were coming. I just want to see your greatness. Well, it could be."

"Guss!" rangga in the Heart. "This girl is really stubborn, haughty, arrogant and a little wild."

"What's your name?" ask the Death Fan suddenly.

"Rangga," said Rangga.

"Non't you?"

"Broker Rajawali Sakti."

"Now a good call. Honey, you can only defeat earthworms."

The words of the Death Fan sounded mocking, but Rangga only faced it with a smile. Somehow he became interested in the attitude of this girl in front of him. Suddenly his memory became focused on Saka Lintang, the first girl he met after coming out of the Bangkai Valley.

In some ways, the Death Fan has something in common with Saka Lintang. Neither her attitude nor the beauty of her face. Rangga seemed to be dealing with the girl who had first stirred his heart, and died in his hands as well. It's just that Rangga has not been able to confirm which Death Fan is in which group?

"What are you daydreaming about?" the Mortality Fan Tegur.

"Oh! No," Rangga stammered. Instantly the shadow of Saka Lintang fell.

"You think of your girlfriend?" guess the girl straight away.

"No!" sahut Rangga quickly, surprised also he heard the allegations. But he himself did not know if he was in love with Saka Lintang.

The Death Fan made a small smile. He breezed and placed himself under a tree. It was delicious that the girl was sitting leaning against a shady tree that protected her skin from the sun. Rangga approached and sat in front of him. His eyeballs occasionally stole a glance at the pretty face in front of him. A reddish-white face like a sinless newborn child.

"You want to say your name, don't you?" urge Rangga again.

"You're happy to press too, yeah. All right, my name is Pandan Wangi," said Kipas Maut mentioning his real name.

"You have a problem with the Four Butcher Demons?" asked Rangga again feeling the opportunity.

"I don't know" said Pandan Wangi or the Death Fan. His shoulders lifted a little.

"Why fight with them?"

"White."

"Get and!" grunts Rangga in the heart.

Rangga looked at Pandan Wangi's bleeding right shoulder. His hand was outstretched about to check, but the girl brushed aside. Rangga pulled his hand that had been stretched out a little. His eyes were directly fixed on the girl's eyeballs.

"You're hurt, it looks like there's poison...."

"Akh!"

Not even Rangga finished talking, suddenly Pandan Wangi squealed restrained. Instantly his face paled. His body shivered like a fever. Rangga immediately approached, then laid him down. Pandan Wangi who had indeed felt in his body flowing poison due to a wound on his shoulder, did not refuse the help of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti for the second time. Apparently the Black Butcher machete that injured his shoulder contained a slow-acting poison, but it was very dangerous and deadly.

The fingers of Rangga's cries move quickly to poke some parts of Pandan Wangi's body. Then tear the shirt around the wound. Pandan Wangi screamed in shock, but his body felt limp so he could do nothing more. Only his eyes were wide.

Rangga pulled out a small knife tucked in the waist of Pandan Wangi. Just about to be used that knife, Pandan Wangi prevents

. "Don't, the knife is poisonous!"

Rangga scrunched his forehead. He kissed the tip of the little knife. His forehead grew furrowed as soon as he knew the poison that was on the knife in his hand, extremely fierce and powerful. It feels that the affected will not be able to hold in half a day. Rangga put the knife on the side.

"What are you gonna do?" pekik Pandan Fragrant when Rangga turned his body.

As soon as Pandan Wangi slept on his stomach, Rangga immediately set his clothes. Again Pandan Wangi squealed restrained. Now the skin of the back is smooth white wide open. Rangga shook his head to throw away the dirty thoughts that instantly ambushed his mind. It somewhat shook both of its hands when it pressed its palm against that smooth white back.

Rangga immediately focused his attention on Pandan Wangi's body through his palm. Thin smoke began to billow from between the fingers of the hand of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti who stuck tightly on the back of Pandan Wangi. Somewhat long also Rangga channel his pure air.

"Hoek.., yuck!" twice Pandan Wangi spewed blackish viscous blood.

From the wound on his right shoulder also came out blackish-colored blood. Rangga continues to channel the mummy's air trying to expel the poison that has spread throughout the blood road network in the body of this girl. A little late to help, maybe Pandan Wangi just stay the name.

"Uhhhh! Hhh...!" Rangga gave a long sigh. The hand that stuck to his back slipped off after Pandan Fragrant spewed out blackish viscous blood for the third time. The blood coming out of the wound on the right shoulder was also already fresh red.

Rangga sat with a face drenched in sweat. Reversed the girl's body, and her fingers immediately moved to release the tootokan on Pandan Wangi's body. Rangga was still sitting breathing. It seemed that he was really tired of draining the pure air to remove the poison. Looks like the girl's moving her head for a while. Then immediately get up to sit. His mouth gaped when he saw his clothes were falling apart. His right shoulder and back were torn. Pandan Wangi hastily fix as much as he can.

"Damn! What have you done, heh?" snapped Pandan Fragrance intense.

"Don't move first. The poison in your body has not all come out yet," Rangga said not responding to the girl's snatch.

"Phoihi! You have dared to touch my body. You must die, Rangga!" pandan Wangi.

"Just sit down, just be a little while. Your strength has not recovered properly," still remain calm and gentle Rangga's voice.

"You must die, as it were!" yell Pandan Fragrant.

Pandan Fragrance titled Fan Death directly pull out the fan. Then the Rajawali Sakti Swordsman attacked ferociously. But it also just kicked, suddenly both legs shook and fell to the ground.

"Oh my legs..," Pandan Wangi moaned feeling his legs suddenly go limp.

"I told you, the poison in your body has not gone out of everything" said Rangga while helping Pandan Wangi sit back.

His hand picked up the magic steel fan lying on the ground. Then tucked again in the waist of the owner. Of course the Death Fan was also surprised by Rangga's attitude. Only a few moments they knew and met, but twice the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti helped him. What exactly does this young man want? Did he also consider himself to have successfully taken the Sewu Dragon Book, just like the others?

Pandan Wangi wondered to himself about Rangga's attitude. He did not understand what this Swordsman Rajawali Sakti wanted. If it means badly, of course Rangga can easily kill him. Especially in such a bad injury. Pandan Wangi really did not understand what it was. His head was throbbing at the thought of this handsome Swordsman Rajawali Sakti's attitude.

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