Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Bloody Bride Bag. 2

The sun was not yet tilted to the West, when the messenger of Perakin Wira arrived. The group consisted of eight people, and was led by Jaran Kedung. Their faces looked harsh and cruel.

Ki Sukirah greeted them with a crowd of goopoh. His body humbled demeaningly from. Nyi Sukirah just looked at her from the doorway. The woman's face was clearly emitting immense fear. The arrival of the eight horsemen showed Wira Perakin was not playing with his intention to take Wulan. And their coming must be because the ruler of the village wanted the time of its execution.

"Oh, please. Please gentlemen inward," welcome Ki Sukirah bowed respectfully.

"Hm..," Jaran Kedung snorted arrogantly.

The burly man jumped down from the horse's back, and the seven others followed him. Jaran Kedung stepped firmly following Ki Sukirah who walked ahead of him. Meanwhile Nyi Sukirah had disappeared from the doorway.

Only two people who followed Jaran Kedung entered the house. Ki Sukirah sat cross-legged with his wife. While the messenger Wira Perakin was sitting on a chair. Unlike his wife who looked so anxious, Ki Sukirah seemed ready to face whatever would happen. Wulan's words and attitude had awakened her to not give up on the fate that would befall her.

"I came at the behest of Gusti Wira Perakin. She wants her marriage to your daughter to be accelerated" Jaran Kedung said.

Ki Sukirah nodded his head. His wife was getting scared. Nyi Sukirah was agitated and sat down with a misguided attitude. The look in his eyes could not be separated from the floor around him sitting, he did not dare to look at the guests who were not expected this arrival

"You must decide right now, when the marriage will take place!" connect Jaran Kedung.

"Sorry, Gusti Jaran Kedung. It's not that I don't respect. Gusti Wira Perakin's. But I failed to persuade my son" said Ki Sukirah.

"Ki Sukirah!" jaran Kedung Sentak hard. His eyes were wrinkled with a sharp look.

"Once again, I'm sorry. My son has his own potential, and...."

"Phoihi!" jaran Kedung's snort cut off the old man's speech. He stood on his waist approaching Ki Sukirah and his wife. "I don't care if your son wants to or not! Seven more days you'll have to give up your son! I'll pick him up!"

"But, Gusti...."

"There's no excuse! Gusti Wira Perakin has prepared his wedding feast with your son, and Gustiku has invited his relatives' relatives'"

Jaran Kedung immediately stepped out followed by his two bodyguards. Ki Sukirah moved outside carrying a wooden box containing jewelry pinangan Wira Perakin on his daughter.

"Gusti.." call Ki Sukirah.

Jaran Kedung's steps were held back. His body jumped on the back of his horse. He turned his face to look at Ki Sukirah who was approaching him.

"I returned this to Gusti Wira Perakin," said Ki Sukirah thrusting the carved wooden box.

Rarely does Kedung snort. He turned his body around and immediately snatched the wooden box from the hand of the old man before him. Then he gnashed his head slightly before climbing onto the back of his horse. Two burly people who had followed him immediately approached Ki Sukirah.

Sreth!

Almost simultaneously the two men pulled out his machete tucked in the waist. Ki Sukirah was surprised, he stepped back with a slightly trembling body. The two machets glimmered in the sunlight. Slowly the two men approached Ki Sukirah who continued to step back. The old man's body began to be soaked in sweat.

"The old fool! You want to be given good, even ask for disease!" grunting one of the.

Ki Sukirah gasped as one of the others jumped while wagging his machete. Ki Sukirah is kinkling a little. The science of canuragan that had been little studied is now not free. The slash of the machete only grabbed the wind. Even unexpectedly, Ki Sukirah's right leg floated quickly into the abdomen of his attacker.

"Guhy!" the man complained short.

The big tall man stepped back two acts, his lips grinning and his eyes staring intently at Ki Sukirah.

"Soge...!" suddenly Jaran Kedung jumped quickly and the back of his horse.

His hand turned the mine on his right. A pair of his feet moved around the ground around Ki Sukirah, and seven others immediately jumped into the old man's body.

Wuuut..!

Jaran Kedung mentioned the mines. Ki Sukirah immediately dodged the end of the mine. But the mine was like an eyed one, its edge swirling around the curve where the old man dodged.

Ki Sukirah is no match for Jaran Kedung. In just a few bursts, the mine managed to wrap around his wrist. Ki Sukirah's strong energy tried to release the winding, but the other end of the mine immediately grabbed Jaran Kedung's kin wrist and shot hard, and Ki Sukirah's body jolted down rolling on the ground.

"Yepy...!" Jaran Kedung shouted loudly.

Simultaneously, his body leaped around the body of Ki Sukirah who was rolling on the ground. Mine in the hands of Rarely Kedung entangled the two old men. Jaran Kedung's body movement then stopped. He stood upright holding one end of the mine. His eyes were sharply staring at Ki Sukirah who was lying on the ground with both hands tied.

"Slow this guy!" jaran Kedung's. He threw the mine he was holding at one of the closest.

The person who caught the mine immediately jumped onto the horse's back. Ki Sukirah also jerked when the horse was pounded tightly. But suddenly.

Tass!

The mine that tied Ki Sukirah's hands was cut off. And along with that also a white shadow flashed quickly grabbed Ki Sukirah, directly carrying the body of the man to the veranda of the house. For a while Jaran Kedung and his people could only be flabbergasted in shock.

Nyi Sukirah poured out, hitting the body of her husband. Behind the woman, stood a light blue-clad ayu girl with a stifled sobs.

"Dad..," isak Wulan immediately knelt down.

Wulan raised her head to look at the handsome young man in white vest who was standing near her father who was lying down. On his back was a sword with the head of a bird. His eyes are sharp but imply wisdom.

The young man who is none other than Rangga aka Pendekar Rajawali Sakti was not long to see the girl Ki Sukirah. He then turned his body and stared intently at Jaran Kedung and his people. The eight people had already drawn their swords. Seemed Rarely Kedung growled with anger.

"Who are you, daring to interfere in my affairs?!" Jaran Kedung jerking.

"You don't need to know who I am" said Rangga coldly.

"Rubby rascal! Open your eyes wide with whom are you now facing?"

"I know you're the one who doesn't deserve to live in the world."

"Devil strip! Kill that rotten rascal!" jaran Kedung shouted.

At once seven of his men jumped to lock up Rangga. The Swordsman of Rajawali Sakti looked calm against his enemy enemy he just jumped lightly away from the veranda. His two sharp eyes crawled the seven people who moved around while opening his moves

"Seraa...!" jaran Kedung's orders were hard.

At once the seven sword-wielding men charged at Rangga. The silvery rays of the sword flashed quickly snatched and hunted down the body of the Swordsman of the Milky Way from every angle. Rangga sweetly and agilely avoid every attack that comes in a row.

"Huh! They can't be allowed to attack me!" grunts Rangga in the heart.

The two people immediately fluttered with their chests slipping inwards. From his mouth and nose, fresh blood flowed. The other five people, not least Jaran Kedung, were astonished to see the blow. Not lost their attention from the incident, suddenly Rangga moved quickly while throwing a few blows.

Long screams and groans sounded mutually validated that the body fluttered helplessly and one by one their lives drifted from the body. Jaran Kedung who watched him jumped back a few steps. Rangga stood upright looking with a sharp eye like an eagle.

"Now it's your turn, lblis!" furious Rangga.

"Phoihi!" Jaran Kedung spit out his spit.

Slowly Rangga approached, his two fiery red-colored hands clenched tightly.

"Yepy...!" rangga's screams sounded high.

Simultaneously, both of his hands jolted forward, a red ray rushing towards Jaran Kedung. The Perakin Virus dodged quickly, until the red light shot up against a large tree behind Jaran Kedung. The loud explosion was so clear it sounded deafening, then followed by the collapse of the big tree. Jaran Kedung was stunned to see the big tree was smashed into pieces, his guts began to recede.

Not to mention the loss of his shock, Rangga had suddenly thrown another long-distance punch. Jaran Kedung quickly realized the situation, he jumped to avoid the blows that began to come in a row.

"Crazy! I can't possibly match this guy" Jaran Kedung snorted inwardly.

Just when Rangga darting about to hit him, Rarely Kedung immediately jumped and pounded the back of his horse. Rangga stood up straight looking at the departure of Rare Kedung who had lost his courage, and did not intend to pursue it.

The warrior Rajawali Sakti turned his head when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. It looks like Ki Sukirah with his wife and son running over. They stopped in front of the young swordsman. For a moment Rangga looked at the two people who bowed respectfully to him, then his gaze turned to an ayu girl who just stood upright looking at him with strange eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Swordsman" said Ki Sukirah.

"But you better leave this village soon" continued Wulan.

"Guaranto...!" sentak Nyi Sukirah.

"The two rangos must be angry. Seven more people died here" Wulan said.

"Actually what's going on here! I mean, why did you torture them?" Rangga asked politely. Her lips revealed a friendly smile.

"It's a personal matter, and you don't have to interfere. Thanks for your help!" Wulan who said, her tone sounded faint and unhappy.

Rangga scrunched his forehead. His eyes narrowed slightly looking at the sweet girl in front of him. It was only this time that he met the attitude of a girl who was like that, an unfriendly attitude even took a rough lead.

Rangga took a deep breath, his face again implying hospitality "Alright, forgive me for interfering in your affairs, I'm sorry."

Rangga turned around and immediately stepped away. In just an instant the young swordsman's body vanished behind the trees. Ki Sukirah and his wife looked where the body of the young man who had helped her passed. Then almost together the two turned towards Wulan. Their eyes flashed with arrogance as they felt ashamed of the attitude of their daughter.

"You're going too far, Wulan!" bentak Ki Sukirah.

"I can't believe he's a good guy. Daddyh. It could be that he pretended to be helpful, but kept certain intentions that we do not know," said Wulan maintaining his attitude.

"But you shouldn't have acted that way, he's already risked his life to defend your father" said Nyi Sukirah.

"If you only face the backlash, I think Kakang Dimas can too. Even the Perakin Hero would not be able to face Kang Dimas!" there was a tone of pride in Wulan's voice.

"ah! Stop, Wulan. You were hoping she'd come home too much. Dimas is not coming back here, he is going to exact revenge on the fate of his older brother who was raped and killed by people he himself did not know where to look for," ki Sukirah said to calm the turmoil of his daughter's heart.

Wulan frowned, the man turned around and ran into the house. His father's words had broken his hope for the coming of Dimas, the young and dashing man of his heart. Ki Sukirah shook his head with a fissure, he realized that his daughter had been lured by romance, a force that made him and his wife in a difficult situation, the threat from Wira Perakin and his accomplices.

The husband and wife for a while just kept quiet. The hot sunlight seemed to make them realize that there was still much to do, including taking care of the corpses that lay before them.

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Brak!

A fist pounded the table hard. Wira Perakin's red eyeball looked at Jaran Kedung who was standing down in front of him. No one dared to oppose it. Not a single girl has rejected his proposal! And Jaran Kedung's report of the rejection of Ki Sukirah's daughter really made him angry!

"You shouldn't have to go back, Jaran Kedung. I'd rather see you die with the others!" cold and flat voice Wira Perakin.

"Again, Gusti. That person is very powerful, I cannot match him," said Jaran Kedung trembling.

"Who is he?"

"People are young, Gusti. There was a sword with the head of a bird on its back. His hair was long bound, and he was dressed in a white vest. It feels like I've never met him before, Gusti."

Wira Perakin looked at the red-clothed old man sitting to his right, an old man with his gray hair and in his right hand clasped a round-headed black stick. There was a glowing green circle on the head of the stick. The look on the man's face revealed timelessness as well as cruelty.

"Demung Pari, you're looking for the young man. Bring his head here," Wira Perakin ordered.

"Hamba do it, Gusti," replied the man in red who was called Demung Pari. He immediately got up and bowed respectfully.

Demung Pari looked at Jaran Kedung who remained standing lowered his head. Then he looked at the other two people standing behind Jaran Kedung.

"Three of you come with me!" demung Pari.

The three people bowed in respect, then hurriedly followed Demung Pari's footsteps. Perakin's men dropped his body on the chair after they died. His eyes looked at the four people who were still sitting on the chair.

"Kebo Rimang," call Wira Perakin.

"Hamba Gusti," said the big tall man.

His face was full of rough rubble with one eye there was a scratch wound extending to the cheek. His legs were wrapped in black pants on his wide-open chest, showing off thick black coarse fur.

"You go to Ki Sukirah's house! Bring the old man here. Remember that! Do not hurt him and take it in a good way" Wira Perakin ordered again.

"Well, Gusti," said Kebo Rimang while rising to his feet.

"Bring some men, prepare horses for Ki Sukirah."

Perakin's spirit took a deep breath, then rose to his feet. His feet swung lightly near the front door. Anxiety and arrogance mingled into one in his mind. It was implied on his face that was wrinkled tensely.

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