Story of Maung Kulon

Great War IV

In another part, the Crow Bodas and the White Starling were also fighting fiercely. The two old men were facing ten rival warriors who were in favor of the Kawasenan Kingdom.

Although their age is no longer young, but their agility and speed in fighting, can keep up with the current younger generation. Both of them were like a pair of ferocious tigers, they pounced and clawed at anyone who dared to tease him.

The fans and swords of the two old geezers were competing with ten weapons belonging to the enemy. Their bodies vanished behind the scroll of weapon beams. Crow Bodas snapped loudly, his sword moving around piercing five opponents.

Once kicked off, two moves he had out steadily. The five warriors united their strength, they united in resisting the mighty Bodas Crow attack like a wave off the coast.

A rumbling sound accompanied the fierce attack of his sword. The sword thrusts came rolling. The five swordsmen snapped loudly while welcoming the attack.

"City …"

"City …"

The Bodas Crow twisted its body while continuously attacking. His sword pierced in between the swordsman's fifth ray scroll. The wily crow Bodas, as soon as a weapon pierced his waist, he spun back. With a quick movement, the opponent's weapon he clashed with his sword that had been flowed with deep energy.

"City …"

His opponent's weapon bounced. Once again the Crow Bodas banged his weapon so as to make the opponent's weapon change direction. The weapon changed direction and stabbed his own partner.

His companion gasped in shock, he intended to avoid it, but it was too late because the heirloom had first pierced his waist.

"Swbb …"

"Gr …"

The warrior grimaced with pain. He immediately collapsed to the ground while holding onto his wound. In the next second, he was dead.

"The "cruel warrior. Fellow himself even killed him," Crow Bodas said with a mocking smile.

"You .." the bully of the swordsman who accidentally killed his partner.

"Today if it wasn't me, you'd be dead" he said, crashing at the Crow Bodas.

The warrior movement is growing faster. It seemed like he had already directed all of his abilities. The resulting attacks have grown more powerful.

Before long, three others followed him from behind. The Bodas crow again faced a rain of attacks. But he still seemed to smile.

His body slashed forward in the attack of the opponent. With great power, Crow Bodas also took out all his abilities.

The fight became fierce again. The four swordsmen exchanged powerful moves for quite some time. Their bodies flashed to and fro looking for a gap in the opponent. Four fighters attack from four sides.

The Crow Bodas felt a little overwhelmed. But it was only an instant, because the next second he began to reverse the situation. His sword stabbed and then snatched four swordsmen. The highest sword stance he had, began to be taken out.

In an instant, things completely turned around. The four warriors were unable to withstand the onslaught of the counterattack from the Crow Bodas. Through forty moves, one by one they began to feel that he was not able to last much longer. And it turns out his hunch was proven.

After more than five new styles, one by one they met their end under the torment of the Bodas Crow attack. Shouts of death rang out from their mouths unpretentious to each other. In the next instant, the four warriors had been killed at the hands of an old swordsman named Crow Bodas.

Not far from him, White Starling was also fighting against five warriors as well. The heirloom fan is played giving the roar of a hunting wind. Where they went, the sharp gusts of wind from the fan always chased after him.

His five opponents pounded out their mainstay moves. The glint of the weapon let out a sinister rumbling sound. White Starling still attacked, even though the four opponents lunged at the same time, White Starling did not want to retreat even if only one step.

The old man's body twitched agilely like a deer avoiding the shoving of a wolf. Every opponent's weapon that almost hit his body, always failed in the middle of the road.

Reaching the thirty-seventh rank, the five warriors felt hopeless. Their anger is growing. His attack was so unreasonable that they no longer thought about the defensive fortifications.

White Starling saw this golden opportunity, she snapped loudly and then pulled out the strongest moves from her fan game. The fan suddenly disappeared from view, the five warriors only felt a gust of cold wind from various directions.

As much as possible, they avoid the cold wind, unfortunately it is not easy. They had to face the difficulty first before being able to dodge that wind.

White Starling felt salute because his opponent could avoid this style. He did not feel his mouth saying to the five opponents.

"good. I salute you, but now try this one" he said, then changing the attack pattern.

"Fans Fly Thousands of Trees …"

"Grush …"

White starlings flick their fan from right to left. Each time it contained an enormous amount of energy. If the five opponents did not have high abilities, their bodies would have flown like dry leaves.

"Having the Tree's Trunk …"

"Grush …"

White Starling again changed her nurse. The heirloom fan he was holding onto suddenly hardened like steel. The tip of the fan let out a buzzing sound like thousands of bees. Flashes of fans filled the fighting arena.

The movement is very fast, faster than a single breath. Slowly but surely, the five warriors felt increasingly cornered. Their current state was like an egg on the tip of a horn.

In the next instant, there was the sound of rags tearing endlessly. It turned out that the five swordsman's body had been hit by an incision from the fan belonging to Jalak Putih. The blood immediately flowed. Their movements slowed down and became increasingly disoriented.

"Freedom of Fan Gods …"

"Grush …"

"Crash …"

The White Starling Fan emitted a dazzling white light. As soon as the beam disappeared, all five warriors were killed instantly. Their heads rolled in all directions. Blood gushed from the now headless neck.

White Starling let out a long sigh for a moment while looking at her five opponents. After which, he again flashed to another place in search of his next opponent.

Not far from the battle of Crow Bodas and White Starling, there is a Thousand Swordsman who is now facing five opponents. The all-black man with the red belt was under the wind.

All of his hand attacks were broken by the five warriors. Several wounds were painted on various parts of the Thousand Swordsman's body. Although all the wounds were not too deep, but still affect the movement because the junlah quite a lot.

But the Thousand Hand Swordsman is not a person who gives up easily. The more his life was threatened, the more terrifying his spirit was. As of this moment, he was precisely fighting more and more ferociously under the onslaught of the opponent's weapons.

His body shot out giving a punch and a powerful kick. The moves are getting better, so little by little, he starts to be able to turn things around.