Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

The Battle of Demonic Hill Bag. 4

Rangga stood sculpting on the banks of the Banyu Biru river, where he left Pandan Wangi. As the day approaches dusk, the sun is almost sinking in the Western horizon. Its reddish radiance brightened beautifully on the surface of the river, sparkling like a pearl sprinkled.

Pendekar Rajawali Sakti steps up to the shady tree. Under this tree Pandan Wangi left alone earlier. The eyes of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti looked around. His heart was suddenly anxious because Pandan Wangi was not around. Regret began to wrap around the recesses of his heart, because he had left Pandan Wangi too long alone in a quiet place like this.

"Master...!" yelled Rangga loudly.

Rangga's voice echoed among the trees and rocks, carried by the twilight wind that blew by Iembut. Several times the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti called the name Pandan Wangi, but there is no sahutan at all. Only the sigh of wind and the gurgling of the river water echoed his call.

"Where is he, huh?" Rangga asked himself.

Suddenly the ear of the sharp Swordsman Rajawali Sakti, heard a rustling sound from behind the bushes in front of him. Instantly his gaze was directed towards the bushes. His leg was swinging towards where the voice had come from. Rangga bushed the bushes. His heart became disappointed, because all he got was two rabbits that immediately fled in fear. Rangga snorted, and circulated his gaze back to his surroundings.

"Master...!" call Rangga again.

Siinin...!

Suddenly I heard a loud noise. The roosters jumped spinning in the air. When it flashed a golden beam of light pointed at him. The beam rushed through the body of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti, and stuck on a tree. Very light the body of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti landed on the ground. Just as his feet were tracing the ground, back a glimmer of golden light flashed swiftly.

"Hup!" The wind returned to the air. Swordsman Rajawali Sakti circled in the air, avoiding the whirring of golden rays that came in a row like rain. Rangga's sharp eyes, can see the direction of the arrival of the golden rays. Whilst circling in the air, his hand caught two golden objects threatening him. At full speed, the two objects were directly thrown back towards their owner. Instantly it also flashed a green shadow from behind a huge rock.

"Master...!" exclaiming Swordsman Rajawali Sakti surprised.

"Ha ha ha...!" Pandan Wangi laughed as soon as he landed on the ground.

"Not funny!" grunts Rangga immediately jumped up to the girl.

"Not funny!" rumpul Pandan Wangi. his face was pouted like a snot girl who got angry with her parents.

"Your dress is very dangerous, Pandan," Rangga's voice sounded soft.

"But it's great, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's just that you need a lot of practice."

"Well! If I was proficient, of course Kakang had already..," Pandan Wangi did not continue his speech.

"Ah, stop!" grunts Rangga. "Now! I brought you some clothes, and some food."

Pandan Wangi received the package offered by Pendekar Rajawali Sakti. Then opened. His eyes were rather bought, looking at a single stel of white clothes. The clothes of a female warrior.

"Where did you get this, Kakang?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"Buy, there!" sahut Rangga pointed towards Banyu Biru village.

"Rear from there?" Pandan Fragrance as if not believe.

"Yes" said Rangga. "Sana, hurry! Change your clothes, and we eat together. You must like the food I bring."

Pandan Wangi ran a little to the back of a black rock as big as a dangau. Rangga opened the package of food he brought from Banyu Biru Village. Occasionally his eyes glanced towards the black stone, where Pandan Wangi was changing his clothes.

Not long after Pandan Wangi came out again, and had been wearing the clothes that Rangga bought earlier. Swordsman Rajawali Sakti looked on without blinking. He was stunned to see the devil come down from the sky. Pandan Wangi looks very beautiful wearing a white dress with red ribbon. Red head ties add to the beautiful look of his face. The clothes turned out to fit in Pandan Wangi's body.

"Ck ck ck..," Rangga clucked in admiration.

"Why look at me like that?" rumpul Pandan Wangi.

"You are so beautiful" praised Rangga sincerely.

"Oh!" Pandan Wangi sneering. But in his heart it was great to get praise from the handsome young man who had torn apart a piece of his heart.

"Come, eat first. You haven't eaten since, have you?" invite Rangga to distract. He himself did not want to be long fascinated by the beauty of Pandan Wangi.

"What's that?" tanya Pandan Wangi immediately sat cross-legged in front of Rangga.

"Fish burn, lalap, sambal, but the rice is cold," said Rangga like a peddler.

"It's okay, the important thing is to be full."

Rangga smiled. Pleased also he with Pandan Wangi's demeanor that is urrable, and a little wild, but fun to be friends with. They started eating with pleasure. Rangga told me a lot about the situation in Banyu Biru Village. He also spoke about his plans. Now it's just waiting for his reaction from people who are crazy about heirlooms.

"Tomorrow morning we go there," said Rangga.

"To Blue Banyu Village?" Pandan Wangi.

"Yes, I wonder to where they affected my story about the Sewu Dragon Book and the Geni Dragon Sword."

"You sure you can make it?"

"Look at it later."

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The atmosphere in Blue Banyu Village looked like normal. Life goes on like the days before. The village which became a stopover for merchant boats, and life-seeking travelers as well as jungle figures. Life resumed by morning.

In a tavern, there appears Pendekar Rajawali Sakti and Kipas Maut sitting facing the table. A jar of wine and food was available almost filling the small table of teak wood. Since coming early in the morning, Pendekar Rajawali Sakti continues to install eyes and ears. He wanted to know the progress of the plan he had implemented yesterday afternoon.

"It seems that the news I spread is not known by many people," said Rangga rather whispered.

"Maybe it's too early" said Pandan Wangi.

"Yes, let's just wait," urged Rangga.

"You're sure they'll be drawn to the Devil's Hill?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"Hopefully so, as long as you remember. Don't confess once that you're the Death Fan. Still use the name Pandan Wangi."

"Then, weapon?"

"Save it first. You can use any other weapon, right?"

"He-uh."

Their conversation came to a halt when two tall, burly men entered the tavern. They were wearing black clothes. It was on each other's backs with a sword. They sat not far from the seat of Rangga and Pandan Wangi. In a rude voice, one ordered food and drinks.

Rangga watched from the corner of his tail. The actions and behavior of the two people were extremely disgusting. They are like home alone. Play the orders and yell at the servants.

"Do you know them?" asked Rangga whispering.

"Yes, I know. The one with the chain necklace is called the Black Tiger, and the other is the Black Crow. They are known as the Black Twin Devils" Pandan Wangi explained.

Rangga nodded his head. His eyes turned to look at a beautiful young lady sitting alone somewhat into a corner. His tight red clothes lit up making his curves clearly visible. From his attitude, it can be expected that the woman was clearly from among the martial jungle. Especially if you see two knives tucked in his waist.

Apparently not only Rangga who noticed the beautiful woman. The two people known by the nickname the Black Twin Demons were also interested in looking at the beautiful woman. The Black Crow squinted his eyes at the Black Tiger.

"He he he..., are you interested in that woman, Black Crow's sister?" The Black Tiger chuckled.

"I think you're interested, too, Brother," said the Black Crow.

"He is beautiful. He he he... It's a pity to be missed."

The Black Tiger stood up while chuckling. His feet stepped heavily towards the beautiful woman he meant. The Black Tiger raised its legs on the chair in front of the woman. While Rangga who noticed since just now just sneered. He wished the Black Tiger to be hit by the stone. Since then he had been sick of seeing her pretentious and contemptuous behavior. Rangga stuck his head closer to Pandan Wangi.

"Who is that girl?" ask Rangga.

"The red shirt?" Pandan Wangi asked back.

"Yes." Yeah."

"He's a Flying Knife."

Meanwhile, the Black Tigers begin to tease the beautiful woman in red light who is nicknamed the Flying Knife. It seemed that the Flying Knife did not care about the sickening attitude of the Black Tiger. It was so calm that he enjoyed the sweet wine.

"Only alone, Cah Ayu?" the sound of the Black Tiger was made soft. But it still sounds rude and hoarse.

"Hm..," the Flying Knife only muttered a small.

"Can I be with you?"

"Please, original, you can lift my wine jar" said the Flying Knife.

"He he he..,." The Black Tiger chuckled.

His eyes glanced at the Black Crow. He felt the challenge was a game of smelly children. The Black Tiger was convinced that if he only raised the wine jar, it was an easy matter. His hands stretched out and blocked the neck of the urn. But.. once it will be pulled the urn, suddenly his face became pale. The jar stays in place. Not one bit to move. The Black Tiger exerted a deep energy for a seemingly mild problem.

"Uhk!" The Black Tiger pulled out a jar that became heavy.

Flying Knife smiled sarcastically mockingly. His hands stretched out and touched the hands of the Black Tiger who was grasping the neck of the urn. The Black Tiger immediately pulled his hand. The Flying Knife cushyly lifted the wine jar and poured its contents into the parlor glass.

"I don't think you deserve to sit with me, Kisanak," said the Kalem Flying Knife.

"Oh!" The Black Tiger snorted in annoyance.

Seeing his brother being humiliated in front of the crowd, the Black Crow quickly jumped up while whipping out the sword that was draped on his back.

Sreth! The Black Crow instantly flicked his sword to the neck of the Flying Knife. The sword which was entirely jet-black, flashed rapidly eyeing the smooth white neck. Yet just by pulling his head back, the flickering of the sword only passed in front of the face of the Flying Blade. The Flying Knife raised its hand and flicked the wrist of the Black Crow grasping the sword.

The Black Crow screeched restrained when he felt his wrist tingling pain. Hurriedly transferred his sword to his left hand. Then jump one step back.

"Uhhhh! A lot of dirty flakes here," snorted the Flying Knife.

"Wild lady! Open your eyes wide, who's in front of you?" snapped the Black Tiger riled up.

"I know, you're just rotten rats that bother my drinking" said the cold Flying Knife.

"That's right! You must be****** in the hands of the Black Twin Demon!" snapped Black Crow.

"Sure your face is ugly."

"the shit!"

The Black Tiger immediately drew out its sword, and shook it quickly. The Flying Knife only pulled a little of his chest backward. The flickering of the Black Tiger sword passed in front of his chest which opened beautifully. The Black Crow immediately followed crashing while thrusting his sword. The Flying Knife instantly jumped from its seat! then as soon as his foot was on the table, it quickly spun around as it floated its right foot. So fast was the movement of the Flying Knife, that it was unexpected! completely by the Black Twin Demons.

Buk up! Buk up!

Two death kicks lodged in the chest of the Black Tiger and the Black Crow. They were lined back with grimacing mouths. Suddenly they felt his chest ache and tightness. Not yet had they mastered themselves, suddenly the Flying Knife whirled while stretching out both hands.

"Aach...!"

The Black Twin Demon shouted out loud almost simultaneously. The two hands of the Flying Knife snatched the two large tall bodies, and threw them out of the tavern. Two huge bodies were floating down the street outside the shop.

The Flying Knife bounces back, and it knows it has been sitting back where it was. His attitude was very calm as if nothing had ever happened to him. Meanwhile the Black Twin Demon had already risen again. While growling, they simultaneously lunged in. But...

"Akh!"

"Akh!"

Almost simultaneously they were strangled. Then the large body was toppled with the neck pierced by pieces of bamboo cubicle blades. For a moment, the Black Twin Devil twitched, then remained motionless.

All these events were not separated from the attention of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. When the Black Twin Demon lunged in, the Flying Knife quickly snapped a bamboo booth nearby, then flicked its Finger while exerting a considerable amount of inner energy. The result is awesome. One perfect throwing science. It is quick and difficult to follow with the eyes.

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"It looks like this place is no longer safe, Kakang," Pandan Wangi whispered.

"Hm..," Rangga just muttered.

"We'd better get out of here" asked Pandan Wangi.

"Wait a minute, Pandan," prevent Rangga from holding the girl's hand.

Pandan Wangi was forced to undo the intention of wanting to wake up. His heart was getting more and more uncertain. Not that he was afraid of facing all sorts of possibilities, but he did not want to show himself first. The problem in this Blue Banyu village is that the average person knows his face, despite wearing different clothes and makeup. Pandan Wangi felt himself still quite recognizable people.

From the corner of his eye tail, Pandan Wangi quickly knew that a number of people in this tavern had noticed him. Especially an old man sitting a little far away from him. The old grandfather's gaze never turned away from him. Pandan Wangi knew that the old man was nicknamed Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

Pandan Wangi became agitated himself. He was worried that his disguise was known to the Thousand Hand Grandfather. Or maybe by others. Pandan Wangi's anxiety can be felt by Rangga who has been holding the girl's hand since. The girl's back was sweating and feeling cold.

"What do you think, Pandan Fragrant?" ask Rangga.

"No," said Pandan Wangi quickly. He did not want the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti to know his anxiety.

"You look so nervous,"

"No, I'm fine."

"Hm, are you going to get out of here?" Pandan Wangi did not answer.

"alright. Maybe this store is too hot for you.

Pandan Wangi stood up after Rangga got up. The warrior Rajawali Sakti put some pieces of silver on the table, then pulled the hand of Pandan Wangi. They stepped outside from the Pandan Wangi tavern still had a glance at the smiling Thousand Hands Grandfather and nodded his head slightly at him.

Of course the girl was surprised. Hurriedly he stepped outside ahead of Rangga. Pandan Wangi already felt that his disguise was already known by the Thousand Hands Grandfather. Rangga who felt that Pandan Wangi was agitated, immediately accelerated his pace. They continued to walk quickly leaving the shop filled with people of the jungle.

Along the way they still saw some people carrying weapons of various shapes and sizes. Pandan Wangi walked without lifting his head, until they arrived at the border of Blue Banyu Village. They only stopped after arriving at a quiet place from the crowd.

"Pandan Wangi..," Rangga patted the girl's shoulder.

"Oh!" Pandan Wangi was surprised, immediately turned to face Pendekar Rajawali Sakti.

"In the shop, you look agitated. What was? Anybody recognize you?"

"I.., uh. No!" Pandan Fragrance is nervous.

Rangga released his grip on the girl's shoulder. He took two steps back and sat down on the rock. Pandan Wangi still stands looking towards Banyu Biru Village. His mind was still fixed on the Thousand Hand Grandfather. Really he did not want the Thousand Hand Grandfather to appear in this state. At a time when he was hit by great difficulties, because of the empty news that involved him directly.

"At the tavern, I noticed you were always looking at an old man. You know him?" ask Rangga to guess.

Pandan Wangi was surprised, to look away from the gaze of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. Really dead, and it is unexpected that Rangga always pay attention to every movement. It felt that in front of this young man he could not constantly hide his feelings. Rangga can always guess correctly without having to be answered.

Very weak Pandan Wangi's head was nodding. In Rangga's view, the attitude of the girl changed one hundred and eighty degrees since she was in the tavern. No longer naughty, not talk much and seem to think more. It seems like Rangga no longer sees Pandan Wangi that he knew a few days ago. Pandan Wangi nicknamed the Death Fan whose behavior is blurred and a little wild.

"Who is that old man?" ask Rangga.

"He's the Grandfather of the Thousand Hands" said Pandan Wangi.

"You got a problem with him?"

"No,"

"Why did your attitude change after seeing her?"

"I.., I just don't want him to show up at times like this."

"Why?"

Pandan Wangi did not have time to answer, suddenly a loud and long whistling sounded. The whistling voice was without an indistinct tone of rhythm. Suddenly the girl's face turned pale. Rangga immediately stood up and stepped beside Pandan Wangi. The whistling sound was getting closer and clearer. Rangga looked in one direction, the origin of the whistling sound. Faintly his eyes began to see the black and white shadows moving ever closer. The shadows are clearly visible. Who comes by making a whistling sound?

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