Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

The Battle of Demonic Hill Bag. 6

The poisonous needles slid down like rain towards Grandpa Hand Thousand and Pandan Fragrant. They jumped to avoid the dark attack. Pandan Wangi immediately plucked the fan, then robbed the toxic needles until they fell on the ground. Grandfather of the Thousand Hands put his hands together in front of his chest, then his body rotated in the air. Instantly both of his hands pushed forward after his feet imprinted the ground.

A red ray of light shot out from the man's palm. Loud explosions were heard along with the destruction of a large fig tree. Almost simultaneously, suddenly flashed a red shadow bouncy into the air, then it slumped down and imprinted on the ground. An old woman stood about four fathoms away in front of her grandfather and grandchild. The old woman was wearing a light red loose robe. His face is full of wrinkles. His teeth were all black as he grinned. His eyes were red staring intently at Pandan Wangi.

"Grandma's Red Cloak..," hissed Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

"Hik hik hik. But I didn't! Sweet boy, hand over the Book of the Dragon Sewu, or I'll send you to hell!" the voice of Grandma Red Cloak was small, but shrill high.

"The book has been captured by the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. He is now at the top of Devil's Hill looking for the Dragon Sword Geni" said Pandan Fragrance coldly.

"*******! You're gonna play me, huh?!" grumpy Grandma Red Cloak.

"If you don't believe it, you already do!"

"Nobody believes your stupid boy's words!"

"If I'm crazy, why do you believe that I keep the book? You're crazy too!"

"Less asar! Your mouth is right! Let it rip your mouth to make it bigger!"

"Please if you can."

"Modar!"

The Red-Cloak Grandma immediately mentioned her hand. Instantly the poisonous needles slid down towards Pandan Wangi. The girl flicked the fan, then the needles fell out before reaching the target. Seeing that his poisonous needles could easily be knocked out, Grandma Red Cloak instantly became even more furious.

Suddenly his body bounces into the air, then slumps towards Pandan Wangi, or the Death Fan. Indeed, with the magic steel fan in hand, Pandan Wangi like a lioness ready to take his life. With short and dangerous moves, Grandma Red Cloak attacked Pandan Wangi. The fight was fierce and fast. Pandan Wangi, who has received a pendekar Rajawa Sakti for three days, now looks more and more agile movement. This girl is showing great progress. His moves seemed more steady and dangerous.

Five moves passed quickly and the Red-Cloak Grandma grew furious because she had not been able to touch the body of this young girl. It was unexpected that the young Death Fan was able to match him over five moves. Meanwhile the Thousand Hand Grandfather seemed astonished to see the rapid progress of the Death Fan moves in a short time.

The trying!

In the tenth step, the Red-cloak Grandmother could no longer contain her anger. He took out a short stick, each of which was pointed. With this weapon the devil is becoming increasingly fierce with his dangerous moves. So fast he moved, that all that seemed was a red shadow flashing around Pandan Wangi. Several times the two guns clashed violently causing a spark.

Entering the fifteenth style, it seems Pandan Wangi began to be desperate. The Red-cloak Granny's moves were getting faster and several times were close to meeting the target. Pandan Wangi was increasingly overwhelmed by the attacks of this demonic grandmother. When Grandma Red Cloak's wand pierced toward the chest, Pandan Fragrant shook her death fan.

The cring!

Pandan Wangi felt his hands tremble violently, and his fingers became stiff. Haven't had time to do another movement, suddenly the Red-cloak Grandma's feet floated quickly. Buk up! Pandan Wangi complained short. His stomach was hit by the Red-robed Grandma's leg. The girl was lined up behind.

"Yes...!"

The Red Cloak Grandma shouted out loud. As fast as lightning thrust his wand towards the chest of Pandan Wangi. At that crucial moment, suddenly a glimmer of silvery light flashed rapidly.

The truck!

"Damn it!" grunts Grandma Red Cloak furiously. He hurriedly pulled his gun back.

"Retreat, Pandan!" snapped the Thousand Hand Grandfather who turned out to have shot out a silver star to thwart the Red-cloak Grandmother's attack.

"Grandfather...!" Pandan Wangi wants to argue.

"Retreat, I said!" snapped the Thousand Hand Grandpa.

Pandan Wangi stepped back. Tucked back the death fan behind the belt. From the wrist to the tip of his finger still feels painful and stiff. The energy within the Red-cloak Grandma was indeed much higher. No wonder that Pandan Wangi lost in a power struggle. Fortunately, the weapon did not come off.

Now two figures face each other. They looked at each other sharply, as if measuring each other's intelligence through the eyes. Grandfather of the Thousand Hands shifted his right foot. While the demonic grandmother compensated by moving her short stick across the front of the chest. A tense atmosphere enveloped the upper banks of the Blue Banyu River. Suddenly, almost at the same time they screamed loudly and jumped at each other.

"Yes...!"

"Yes...!"

The Thousand Hand Grandfather and the Red-cloak Grandmother were both in the air. The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands moved both of his hands quickly, then pushed firmly forward. The Red-Cloak Grandma stretched her short stick forward. At one point, they met in the air. The loud explosion was deafening. Two bodies fell to the ground. Grandfather of the Thousand Hands immediately rose to his feet after rolling on the rocky ground. While the Red Cloak Grandma had also stood up straight. Seemed at the corner of each lip seeping fresh blood. Apparently the power of the energy sciences in them is balanced.

"Female demon, accept my Thousand Hands!" grunting Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

As fast as lightning Grandpa Hand of a Thousand lashed out with the style of 'Thousand Hand'. An empty hand that has tremendous power. The blows and flicks of his hands contained the freezing cold of bones. Let alone the human body, even rock can be destroyed if hit by a blow.

Meanwhile the Red-Cloak Grandmother served with the style of 'Red Shadows'. The stance was no less powerful, especially in the hands of the Red Cloak Granny clasped in a weapon. The movement of his hands, feet, and body was very fast, so that all that was visible was the red shadow. Although the Thousand Hand Grandfather did not use weapons, but his hand movements were very fast, and was able to match the 'Red Shadows' style'. It was as if the old grandfather's hand had become a thousand in number. Wrestling shut down the fast-moving body of the Red-Cloak Grandmother, as if also shutting down the Thousand-Hand Grandfather.

"See legs!" suddenly the Red-cloak Grandma exclaimed loudly.

"Uts!" The Thousand Hands Grandfather immediately jumped as soon as the Red-cloak Granny's wand grabbed toward the foot.

Not to mention the Thousand-handed Grandfather setting foot on the ground, as fast as lightning the left hand of the Red-cloak Grandmother poked forward. The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands flicked his hands protecting the chest from that quick and riba-like thrust.

The truck!

Two hands clashing hard. As the Red-cloak Grandma pulled her left hand home, Grandpa Thousand Hands quickly floated his foot towards the waist. The Red Cloak Grandma twitched back one step. The right leg of the Thousand Hands Grandfather soared smashed into the empty space of the woman's stomach. At the moment when their distance was somewhat stretched, suddenly the Red-cloak Grandmother shook her hand quickly.

Wut!

Poisonous needles slid swiftly towards the Thousand Hand Grandfather. Of course, in such a close distance and accompanied by unexpected movements, making the grandfather a drunkenness. He's jumping in the air, but...

"Akh!"

Grandfather of the Thousand Hands was unable to avoid some poisonous needles. Three needles stuck in the left shoulder, two in the stomach, and one stuck in the forehead. Grandpa Hand of a Thousand became limp.

"Satan...!" furious Grandpa Hand Thousand.

Before his body collapsed, he suddenly clenched his hand rapidly. Silvery rays scattered, rushing towards the Red Cloak Granny. The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands shot out his silver star while jumping with the remnants of his strength.

The Red-Cloak Grandmother also jumped to wag the short stick, robbing the silver stars that were splashing her body like rain. The distance between the two figures was getting closer. While the silver star continued to scatter shut the Red-robed Grandmother from all directions.

Simultaneously, his body slid towards the Red-cloak Grandmother. Of course the old woman became shocked half to death seeing the recklessness of her opponent. There was no other option, except to push the tip of his stick forward.

The crab!

The Red-cloak Grandma's wand was deeply embedded, right in the heart of the Thousand Hand Grandpa. Blood immediately spurt out. However, before dying, the old man had shot out his silver star several times. Seeing that, the Red-cloak Grandma whose wand was still embedded in the chest of the Thousand Hands Grandpa, became shocked. Hurriedly released a grip on his staff, then bouncy dodged the silver stars. But late. One silver star stuck deep in the left thigh.

"Akh!" The Red Cloak Grandma shrieked stifled. As soon as the body of the Red Cloak Grandma slid down, Pandan Fragrant quickly bounces while flicking her fan towards the neck of the Red Cloak Grandmother.

"Akh!" back Grandma Red Cloak screeching. The Red Cloak Granny was no longer able to dodge. Without mercy again his neck was hit by the tip of the Pandan Wangi fan. He fell rolling down the ground. Blood gushed from the wide torn neck. Only for a moment the devil-hearted old woman was overwhelmed, then silent no longer moved.

"Grandfather...!" exclamation Pandan Wangi. Soon the girl ran over to her grandfather who was lying with some needles embedded in his body. The Red-cloak Grandma's short stick was still deeply embedded in her chest. Grandfather the Thousand Hands was silent no longer. His only life had drifted, along with the ejection of a silver star from behind his sleeve.

"Grandfather..," Pandan Wangi groaned as he hugged his grandfather's body. Pandan Wangi no longer able to withstand the tears that slid down the reddish white cheeks. His naturally red lips twitched his grandfather's name. Pandan Wangi carried the old skinny body that had become a corpse. His steps were lethargic leaving the banks of the Blue Banyu River.

While carrying his grandfather's body, Pandan Wangi stepped slowly towards the hut not far from the upper Banyu Biru River. His tears flowed like a river. Pandan Wangi continued to step into the small house, then placed the body of the old man who had become the corpse on the cot. Soon he saw the person who had become the umbrella and the main pillar of his life.

"I'm sorry Pandan, Kek," she groaned. "The band promises not to throw any more tantrums Pandan will become a warrior of choice, and eradicate all kinds of evil."

Pandan Wangi knelt in front of his grandfather's corpse Then he stood up and stepped back. His eyes were wet with tears, staring at my thin body lying on the wooden couch. Pandan Wangi continued to step back to the outside of the cottage.

"Good way, Cake. Only I can carry out your wishes" whispered Pandan Wangi. His hands trembled picking up the torch embedded in front of the hut. For a moment he stood staring into the cottage that opened its doors. With a heavy heart, the girl threw a torch to the roof of the house. His grandfather's message was to burn the hut and the body.

Pandan Wangi retreated a few steps as the fire grew bigger and bigger. The sound of burning wood exploded, adding to the pain of the girl's heart. The fire continues to devour the lodge wood. His explosions sprinkled flowers of fire that soared high into the sky.

"Grandfather..," said Pandan Wangi.

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The Demonic Hill looked haunted towered challenging the sky. The entire surface was overgrown with large and small trees. It is difficult to reach the top of a hill full of trees and large rocks, forming valleys and steep ravines. This difficult situation to touch, it is not surprising that the residents of Banyu Biru Village near the hill are reluctant to enter it.

Actually this hill is not as scary as the name suggests. This hill looks so beautiful and cool air Maybe because it has many ravines and deep valleys and trees are tight, so it looks creepy. Not to mention the rocks that fall easily and mud-mud that is ready to prey on anything that goes into it.

Rangga, who had reached the top of Devil's Hill, stood looking at the surrounding. Seen in the East, Blue Banyu Village looks beautiful with its rivers winding around the hillside.

"Hm, where is the cave that the hermit lives?" ask Rangga in the day.

His eyes rolled back around. It looks like just trees and rocks. Little did he see signs that at the top of the Hill of Satan this ever happened life. In fact, it seemed that even animals were reluctant to live here. Since then Rangga did not find a worm at the top of this hill. Completely quiet and dead the atmosphere.

When the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti was in confusion, suddenly his sharp ears heard a suspicious sound from the West. Rangga immediately set his gaze there. It looks like the bushes are swaying like something is walking up the top of this hill.

"Hup!"

Instantly the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti bounces high into space. A little bit of his foot was tracing the tree branch, then bouncy even higher. Arriving at the highest place in the big tree, Rangga sat watching the situation below him. His eyes were sharp like eagle eyes, immediately seeing four people walking through the thickets towards the top.

Rangga knew the four people well. They are the Four Butcher Demons. Their talons flashed slashing at the bush that was blocking their steps. Rangga immediately put in the science to relieve his body. Even a powerful figure, it is still quite difficult to know its existence if he has put this knowledge to work.

Meanwhile the Four Butcher Demons had reached the top. They stopped just below the tree, where the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti was perched on top of it. For Swordsman Rajawali Sakti, it is not too difficult to catch their conversation. Especially after he deployed the science of sound-breaking and differentiating motion.

"Huh! Because of the Death Fan, we are difficult to be," the Red Butcher snorted.

"Yes. If only there had been no Swordsman Rajawali Sakti, I would have slashed the wild girl's neck!" connect Blue Butcher.

"He he he.., at most you enjoy his body," the Yellow Butcher's banter.

"Not me, but us!" blue Butcher Runtang.

The three butchers laughed out loud, except for the Black Butcher. He stood upright staring towards the Blue Banyu Village. His mouth was tightly clenched, revealing a tense face. The laughter of the three butchers stopped when they saw that the Black Butcher did not blink looking towards the Blue Banyu Village Indeed, from that place they could clearly look towards the village and the slope.

"What do you think, Black Butcher?" ask the Red Butcher.

"Hm..," The Black Butcher only muttered indistinctly.

The Red Butcher set his eyes on it. His forehead creased as soon as he saw the red dot moving in the same direction. Their faces immediately stiffened to see the red dot that was now becoming more and more real a shadow that moved quickly like floating from the top of one tree to the top of another tree.

"I don't understand, why did they turn to the Devil's Hill?" The Black Butcher muttered as if asking himself.

"Broker Rajawali Sakti has spread the news that the book and the heirloom sword are here" replied the Yellow Butcher.

"Crazy! How do you know?" grunting Black Butcher.

"Everyone knows. Almost every day the Blue Banyu Village becomes a battleground for people who are looking for the heirloom," said the Yellow Butcher.

"Phoihi! The Devil's Hill will be a battleground!" grunts Black Butcher growled.

"The place of slaughter of magical figures of the jungle persilatan," continued Blue Butcher.

"You don't want to, we have to defend this place" said the Red Butcher.

"Impossible. We cannot face them" said the Black Butcher, who realized that what they would face were powerful figures.

"Lantas, what are our actions?" ask Yellow Butcher.

"Let them kill each other here. I don't care if this place will flood blood and corpses" said the Black Butcher.

Meanwhile, the red shadow that moved quickly up the hill was increasingly clearly visible. The Black Butcher circulated his gaze around, then signaled that the others were hiding behind a large rock not far from this place. Rushing they leaped towards the direction that the Black Butcher pointed at.

While Rangga who watched since earlier on top of the tree, only smiled faintly. The plan seems to be running. He had also seen the red shadow getting closer to the top of Demonic Hill. Rangga smiled as he recognized the red shadow that turned out to be the beautiful woman he met in the shop of the Woman nicknamed Flying Knife, and who had killed the Black Twin Demon. Apparently the Flying Knife was interested also by the news about the existence of the Sewu Dragon Book and the Geni Dragon Sword on the Demon Hill.

"Darling, pretty-beautiful greedy," muttered Rangga in heart.

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