Story of Maung Kulon

The Great War VII

The Flower Sword in Ling Zhi's hand had already emitted a dazzling pink light. In the light there is a great pressure that inhibits the movement of the four warriors.

The end of the Flower Sword shook. The sword rods flashed in the sunlight, Ling Zhi played the Flower Sword. He thrust the sword into one of his opponents after the heart. But before hitting the target, he had changed his manager back.

The Flower Sword was scourged from the bottom up with lightning movements. Each of his movements contained the weight of one mountain. The opponent that Ling Zhi was aiming for was overwhelmed withstanding the onslaught of the attack.

His three comrades came to help with his respective attacks. Sharp weapons gleamed onto Ling Zhi's body. But with a beautiful gesture, the woman had escaped the blow of a sharp weapon.

His body chipped upwards and then down swooped as he continued to play with the Flower Sword. With the Turning Grass, Ling Zhi pounded the four warriors until she regained control of the fight.

The four warriors grew even more furious as all of their attacks failed. The four then snapped loudly to then launch his terrible style.

Four weapons shot towards to some point on Ling Zhi's body. The movement is very fast, even each attack contains a different air.

For a moment Ling Zhi was fixated. But it wasn't long, because the next second, the Death-Splitting Angel had already shouted out loud then played her sword stance again.

Five heirloom weapons clashed splashing sparks. Under the blazing sun, this next-heavy fight was very exciting. If anyone could watch quietly, they probably wouldn't blink for fear of missing a chance.

Both sides are tense. The devastating moves they had were already out, but unfortunately each side could withstand the attack.

The old swordsman who had been slashed at his wrist by Ling Zhi, suddenly jumped into a fight. His intention was to smash a stick right over the head of the bloody woman of the crossbreed.

Unfortunately, the intention back had to fail because suddenly, Ling Zhi spun like a typhoon. His body was enveloped by the sword light. All the opponents' weapons almost bounced off his sabetage.

As soon as the Flower Sword was close to the old swordsman, Ling Zhi instantly slashed hard at his neck.

"Crash …"

"Keukkh .." a stifled voice came out from the old swordsman's neck before the head fell to the ground. His body instantly collapsed and blood spurted to all sides.

Four of his comrades were fixated on staring at the old swordsman's death. For a moment they did not dare to look at Ling Zhi's face.

The four warriors did not understand why there was a female warrior who was beautiful like an angel, but had a cruel nature like a demon.

"Female demon. I kill you .." cried a warrior who had now cut off his long machete.

He immediately jumped forward while swinging the golol. His movements were agile like a wolf pouncing on its prey.

Ling Zhi just smiled coldly. His anger had already risen to the highest peak. Her beautiful face disappeared at that moment as well. Actually for Ling Zhi, this was the fiercest fight as long as she wandered the martial world.

Therefore, now Ling Zhi did not want to talk much anymore. Once set foot, his body had already held back the attack.

"Trangg ..." two guns clashed.

It was not enough to get there, Ling Zhi immediately continued with the death move she had. The other three warriors immediately intervened, the fight went even more exciting. But unfortunately they were one step late, they wasted a golden opportunity.

The Flower Sword re-branded the fight. His pink light sowed death. In the next twenty moves, the four warriors had all perished at the hands of the Death-Splitting Angel.

The injuries all over Ling Zhi's body appeared to be quite numerous. But the woman did not care, because it was only a minor injury. Only now, his face was more sinister than that of a demon. The bloodstains that were starting to dry were all over his body.

Raden Kalachakra Mangkubumi was also fighting fiercely against his three opponents. The three warriors were not easy enemies. Because their strength is in the class of warriors choose a match.

All three were warriors from the Land of Java who sided with the Kingdom of Kawasenan. Two men, another old woman with a slightly bent body.

The battle of the four warriors has been running for fifty moves. Both sides are equally strong. Especially the three opponents, they were really surprised to find out the strength of Raden Kalachakra Mangkubumi who was able to compensate for his combined strength.

The king's son fought like a wounded lion. His onslaught was like a storm on the high seas. Each of his attacks was capable of flying mountains. His strength is great not play.

Even though he fought with his bare hands, his heart did not tremble. He's getting excited. Because in this way, he can know where his abilities are.

The onslaught of three heirloom weapons descends upon him. The death ray continued to chase wherever he moved. With a strong determination, Raden Kalachakra snapped out loud. He did not try to dodge, quite the contrary, the handsome young man instead advanced to fend off all the attacks of the opponent.

The Two Dragons Struggling the Opponent he had already deployed. Green light continued to pour out from his palm. The light rolled around like two raging dragons.

A rumbling sound like thunder accompanied each stomp of his hand. Green light slowly began to dominate the fight, Raden Kalachakra's body came into sight. The young man was holding back the rain of attacks.

His accomplices moved nimble to and fro. His own attacks are getting more violent. The three opponents who turned out to be old, looked surprised to see this young boy flying. It was unexpected that today they would experience such an embarrassing incident.

"Today if I am not the one killed, then you must be****," cried Raden Kalachakra and increased his attack power.

He sent back his attack. This time the handsome young man turned into a single shadowy figure. The three warriors became a mistake because they could not see Raden Kalachakra's movements clearly.

Sometimes a violent clash was heard, but not a clash with the king's son, but a clash of weapons with his own companion. Twenty years later, Raden Kalachakra has killed one of the three. That's the old grandma.

This time there were only two people, even so, he still had to be careful because they were the strongest.

Two sword beams shot towards him aiming for some important spots. Raden Kalachakra avoids the stabbing and sabetage by tipping back. Two guns continued to attack him.

But he was ingenious, once he saw one chance, his body rose high into the air. Beprutar twice then re-launch the style of Two Dragons Fighting the Opponent.

"Grand …"

"Grand …"

Twice a green beam as big as an adult's thigh glides down towards the opponent. Two times ledaka was heard. As the dust slowly dissipated and Raden Kalachakra had landed, it was seen that his opponent was kneeling withstanding the tremors on their body.

Two of his wounds were broken. Their internal organs were shaken and the flow of energy within became unreasonable. As a result, the bodies of the two warriors trembled violently. Raden Kalachakra did not want to miss this golden opportunity.

He pulled both his hands back, then stomped forward with all his might.

"Relope …"

"Grand …"

The explosion was heard again. The enemy's clothes were torn in all directions. While the owner, has died with the condition of the charred body.