Story of Maung Kulon

The Great War VI

On the other hand, the Death-Splitting Angel whose real name is Ling Zhi, the lover of the Cakra Buana, is fighting against fifteen warriors. Five of them are select class candidates.

A woman as beautiful as an angel had already fought over thirty moves. During that time, he was still able to hold on with his moves. Although it had not had the upper hand, but Ling Zhi could still keep up with her fifteen companions.

Fifteen opponents did not expect that there was a female swordsman who in her young age already had the power to choose a match like her. Even the other half would reach without a match.

But even so, each side gets various kinds of injuries. Although minor injuries, it can still be interpreted that different battles of this number are indeed fierce.

Right now their fight paused for a moment to just take a breath. Ling Zhi started to feel tired, so she concentrated fully in gathering her inner strength.

Her beautiful face flushed in the scorching hot sun. Even so, it cannot be denied that her beauty is even more visible.

'If it continues like this, I don't know until when I have to fight them. Means I should aim for ten warriors whose strength is lower. Right, at any rate, I should be able to kill them first," Inner Ling Zhi while keeping an eye on the fifteen opponents.

He was neither afraid nor afraid. It was just that he did not want this fight to go on for long, because it would waste his time.

On the other hand, the fifteen warriors looked at Ling Zhi with murderous gazes. It was as if the woman was like a tender rabbit to target. Only, that rabbit was no ordinary rabbit. Because he was able to compensate for the strength of a pack of hungry wolves.

'It was unexpected that this woman had such high pain. It feels like only this time I found a young female swordsman who has more devotion, ' the inner warrior. He did not feel his heart tremble a little when he said that.

"Why are you still silent, are you shocked by my abilities?" Ling Zhi said to buy her time so she could recover her strength.

"Currently, arrogant woman. Not necessarily you are able to fight us all," replied a swordsman not to lose.

"not necessarily? The proof until now I'm still alive, it could even hurt you. Is this not enough?"

"We deliberately gave up so as to know to what extent your ability. Turns out you have more power, I salute you. But unfortunately, you haven't had enough to face us all if you've unleashed all your might,"

"Omong is empty," Ling Zhi said in a high tone.

"Hehe, if you don't believe it, it's okay to fight ten of our comrades. If you are able to, just fight the five of us" said an old swordsman with a mocking smile.

Ling Zhi's fishing was successful. This was what he wanted, the golden opportunity would not come twice. So that the woman would not waste it. Now was a good time to shorten the fight and bring out his strength to eighty percent.

"Hemm, ten people like them are enough to fight me. They were not much different from a group of rats," Ling Zhi said provoking the opponent's fury.

"*******. I'm ripping your mouth right now" said a middle-class swordsman.

Finished saying, he immediately unsheathed his weapon and charged forward. Nine of his comrades followed him from behind.

Ling Zhi's fishing was successful. And everything was just in time, his strength was already tens back. So without waiting any longer, Ling Zhi unsheathed the Flower Sword. As fast as lightning he greeted the attack.

Ten attacks came from all directions. The warriors have been controlled by anger, so that the attacks that come are no longer responsible.

The sky was again filled with sharp flashes of weapons. Ten kinds of weapons came attacking Ling Zhi. A cold wind was felt even though the attack distance was still far away.

"Murin …"

"City …"

The Flower Sword swept out all the opponents weapons. The sword was like it had eyes, so even if the opponent attacked from all directions, Ling Zhi could always hit it.

Swords, spears, sticks, and various other weapons, fused in one fight so that it continued to produce various loud sounds in the ears.

Ling Zhi shook the Flower Sword. Then his body began to dance under the confinement of the sharp rays. His movements are beautiful in view, his curves give a special impression to the man who saw him.

"Cambodian Flower Dance …"

"Grush …"

The sixth step of the Book of Seven Flower Flower Steps came out immediately. This style is famous for its attack beauty and speed. So it was only natural that the ten opponents began to be confused because they could not see Ling Zhi's movements.

"Dead Hand of Angel …"

"Murin …"

Not finished the manager, he has issued another terrible style. The last of the series of Angelic Hand Steps Unplugging the Life of Cakra Buana creation came out as well.

The movement that has been beautiful, is now more beautiful. His speed doubled. His two hands were both attacking.

There was nothing that was idle from the body of the Death-Splitting Angel. Everything moves to give word from the Lifeless Angel.

Not even a drink of tea, five opponents died at the hands of Ling Zhi with the same wound. Not stopping there alone, he again launched his deadly attack.

The sword of the Gleaming Flower spread death. Same with his left hand. The next second, one by one began to die. This incident brings its own horror impression for five select class fighters who saw it.

They feel sorry for giving the opponent a chance. Bari this time the five realized how Ling Zhi was capable.

For that reason, the five immediately advanced in unison. They don't want to give any more chances to the opponent.

"Could you be a woman******.." snapped an old swordsman while giving a punch with his cane.

"Nrank …"

The batting of the stick came faster than expected. Who would have thought, the stick was actually even restrained by the opponent. It was seen that Ling Zhi's left hand gripped the stick very firmly.

Before the four other attacks came, Ling Zhi had already taken action first.

"You are going to be*****paternal grandfather ..." snapped Ling Zhi was very upset at being called a woman ******.

"So.t …"

The old grandfather's left wrist was slashed by the Flower Sword. Once cut, immediately break up. She screamed loudly because she could not bear the pain. Blood immediately poured out from the wrist.

He jumped backwards while continuing to grimace. Without lingering, the old swordsman immediately tried to stop the bleeding.

Along with the incident, four attacks came also crashing Ling Zhi. The woman twisted her body backwards to avoid the attack. As soon as the attack disappeared, Ling Zhi first started another attack.