Story of Maung Kulon

The Sword of Shadow Sukma

The fight has been going on for more than three hours. The moon has shifted to the west. This means that before long the dawn will come.

Cakra Buana's plan is that before dawn the fight should be over. So as much as possible, he had to finish this fight immediately.

This time the Cakra Buana had been blocked by no less than forty warriors and five swordsmen of the select class.

Cakra Buana realized that if it did not give off great power, it felt impossible to defeat the forty people. So without saying much more, he started fighting even more seriously.

"You won't be able to run anymore rancid boy," said an old swordsman who was allegedly the leader of all of them.

"Who is going to run away? You think I'm scared? Don't dream" said Cakra Buana.

"A really brave mouth,"

"of course. Are you scared?"

"Hemm, with this much, we're still afraid? Even if there were two more like you, you wouldn't back down" he said.

"good. That's what I want,"

"Groan …"

Said the leader giving orders to forty soldiers. The four forces advance in a row before attacking the Cakra Buana. They first locked the Swordsman Maung Kulon tightly.

There is no room to escape. It seemed like this line was no ordinary line, and indeed his guess was correct. Because soon a leader spoke out.

"If you're great. Try to face this Tiger Bracket Line," he said loudly.

"The Tiger Front? Hemm, pretty good name. Well, then, we begin," said Cakra Buana.

He still stood quietly. His eyes swept out into all directions. He smiled meaningfully.

Cakra Buana then took the white cloth wrapper in the soren on his back.

"Mirgin …"

The God's Heirloom Sword!

Right, that heirloom sword has come out of its sheath. The right hand gripped the sword tightly. The left hand holds the sword sheath.

"Receive this .." cried Cakra Buana.

"Steps of the Wind God …"

"The Sword of a Thousand Shadows …"

"Grush …"

Cakra Buana begins his attack. The first strike, he instantly took out two fifth and sixth moves from the Sword Playing God Book. His body shot out as fast as the wind. Each step was so light as not to tread on the ground.

The Godly Heirloom Sword began to flashed in the air. Every sabetannya spread a thick killing. The sword felt very pressing. The sword rods flashed a dense black smoke.

The Godly Sword Pamor came out.

In a single slash, one opponent had been killed. But that line is tough enough. One attacking one defending. The left side is pressed, then the right row will advance to attack Cakra Buana. This condition is constantly repeated several times.

Although fairly tough, but this line is clearly not able to hold a Cakra Buana.

Where each foot stepped, filled with the killing intent of the opponent. His right hand played the Godly Heirloom Sword nimbly. Even in the eyes of the enemy, the sword seemed to turn into a thousand.

The name of the Thousand Shadow Sword Technique was indeed not excessive.

All opponents are overwhelmed. In less than five minutes, ten people had died with blood continuing to seep out.

All of them were still playing the Tiger Containment Line. Dozens of silver rays moved towards the entire body of the Buana Chakra. But none of the attacks succeeded in hitting him.

It's as if this Buana Cakra is translucent to any weapon. They feel they have hit the target, not even hit the empty air.

The smell of water smelled everywhere. It was as fragrant as a flower at night, covered by the smell of carnation that came from the blood of all the victims.

The longer, the Cakra Buana moves faster. Step by step he has put out. Puncture and strike he launched incessantly. Slowly but surely, the line began to falter.

There are fifteen remaining opponents. It is also in a state of fear without equal. Their faces paled, cold sweat as big as corn came rushing out soaking the entire body.

"The Sword God Tearing the Mountain …"

"Grush …"

The God Heirloom Sword changed its movements. This time Cakra Buana played the sword elaborately. Black rays flashed to the right and left and then sometimes twisted. No one could clearly see the movement.

The five leaders jumped into the fighting arena. They intend to gang up on Cakra Buana. Honey, before the five gave a joint attack, Pendekar Maung Kulon preceded him.

Fifteen of those people have died covered in blood without a head. The five became horrified. But it wasn't long, because in the next second five kinds of weapons had locked up Cakra Buana.

On the other hand Ling Zhi's fight against the two leaders had also gone fierce. All three have each issued his powerful style. The battle had already passed from twenty moves, but no one had been injured among the three.

Inwardly, Ling Zhi felt grateful because some time later she was diligent in practicing. The results of his training he felt now. The energy in the deep increases drastically. Even all of the judges had almost reached the perfect level.

If he had not trained, he might have been injured since the war had not been going on for a long time.

The fight stopped for a while. The three warriors took this opportunity to gather back their inner strength in addition to paying attention to the extent of the opponent's strength.

"Sukma Shadow Sword …"

"Grush …"

Ling Zhi's ultimate move is out. He thought that this was the only way to make his fight short. This is the style taught by Prabu Katapangan some time ago.

Now, Ling Zhi was going to try for the first time.

The tip of the Flower Sword suddenly shook violently. Ling Zhi's own body had lunged rapidly with the sword position extended forward while continuing to be vibrated at the end.

His two opponents flinched upon seeing the woman's movements. It felt like only this time did they see a sword stance like the one Ling Zhi was playing at the moment. To both of them, that look was very strange.

But without saying much, they also bring out their best moves.

The two greeted Ling Zhi's attack with mixed feelings. It was because Ling Zhi's attack carried an extremely suppressive aura.

Attack came. The two greeted with a bang on their weapons. Who would have thought, once banged precisely their weapons even vibrate more violently. Even his body shook and his arm was in great pain.

All of that could not be separated from Ling Zhi's attention. So once knowing the enemy is overwhelmed, he adds energy to the attack.

The next instant, Ling Zhi's body was covered by the red radiance from her own sabre. Both opponents were unable to see the woman's movements clearly. There was something else felt in the bodies of both of them.

The greatness of the Sword Shadow Sukma's style is that the opponent will feel different things from within him.

"So.t …"

"Crashh …"

"Mahh …"

In just a dozen moves, Ling Zhi was already able to kill both of them. This was due to Ling Zhi exerting all her remaining power in the form of the Shadow Sword Sukma.

What a terrible sword.