Swordsman Sinting

Red Swallow Soccer

"It turns out the crazy young man was a swordsman. But, Swordsman Sinting, where did he come from?" the tavern owner muttered in awe after realizing who the mad young man really was who had been able to defeat Waragang's four right hands.

"Ck, tsk, tsk...!" decak.

Since then, people have been talking about the young man who looks like a madman. Not only ordinary people, but martial artists began to talk about the presence of a young man who acted insanely. But his science is very powerful. And every Sima appeared they called it 'Pendekar Sinting'.

"Be careful before you and your brother return to the North Coast, we should first investigate who the man who was mentioned as Waragang in the tavern. I suspect they've long since unsettled the residents here!"

"I agree, Brother! Let's just spill them all the way to the roots!"sahut Dewi Melati is so passionate.

"We split up Melati! So that our arrival is unknown to their group!"

"Okay, you have to be careful!" jasmine said to Sima.

"Hm, take good care of yourself, jasmine. We'll meet at their group's place!"

"Heyyaa...!'

Instantly the young who had indeed inherited the blood of a swordsman in the body of the two darted away that place.

Night has enveloped the earth with its darkness that feels gripping. The cold night wind blew slowly, blowing dust and swiping leaves. The village of Marga Jaya where the Sacred Lotus College led by Nyai Sukmawati is located, looks lonely. No one looks past it there.

From the north, when it appeared a black shadow flashed on the border of Marga Jaya Village. Followed by the appearance of several body figures wrapped in black clothes. Their faces were covered with black cloth. Only their eyes are visible. The figure dressed all in black wearing a black veil darted towards the Sacred Lotus Institution. Then standing in front of the college, one of the black-clothed figures exclaimed.

"Hey Sukmawati, come out!" The disciples of the Sacred Lotus College gasped. Hurry they wake up. And it was instantly startled, when several black shadows suddenly flashed attacking.

"The enemy attacked...!" shouted one of the college students, which kept all the people of the Sacred Lotus College awake from their sleep. So is Nyai Sukmawati. The leader was around thirty-five years old, with a face depicting calmness.

"Bad! Who's been making a fortune!" nyai Sukmawati was angry. His eyes swept around him, where black masked men had surrounded his college.

"Me!" It suddenly flashed a light blue shadow.

Judging from her slender body, it was clear that the black shadow was a young woman. Unfortunately, his face was covered in a black veil and not so clear, making Nyai Sukmawati unable to recognize his face.

"Who are you"!" nyai Sukmawati.

"I'm a white swordsman! replied the girl, making Nyai Sukmawati's eyes widen.

"That's right! I can't believe it! The White Flow. They never made a mess like you!" nyai Sukmawati Grunts.

"Ha ha ha...! It's up to you, Nyai Sukmawati. For sure I came to take your life! Get prepared.

"Yeah...!"

Seeing that the opponent had attacked, Nyai Sukmawati did not want to stay silent. He immediately jumped to face the attack, while his hand moved to form a loud clap and claw.

"Yeah...!"

Nyai Sukmawati's hand gripped towards the opponent. But quickly the woman clapping pandan leaves who claimed to be a figure in the White Group his body shifted to the side, then quickly attacked back with a kick. Nyai Sukmawati pulled his grip. With a twist, he countered the opponent's attack. With a kicking move, forwarded with a right hand punch to the chest of the opponent.

The atmosphere of the Sacred Lotus College that was originally calm and quiet, became boisterous. The fight between the assailants wearing black masks against the disciples of Nyai Sukmawati went on with excitement.

The screams of death broke the silence of the night, accompanied by splashes of blood. Nyai Sukmawati continues to pound with violent attacks issued after. Seeing the attack of the opponent who had used deadly moves, his opponent who was none other than Murti's Red Devils disciple did not want to stay silent. Soon his sword was plucked from the scabbard.

Sriyiang...!!!

"Yesd..!" With a sword in hand, Murti attacked back. His sword moved to slash and stab into the opponent's body fiercely, followed by his punches and kicks which were also dangerous. With his mainstay, Murti tried to push the opponent. His sword roared, slashing and piercing into the opponent's body.

"Yeah...!"

Nyai Sukmawati gasped. His eyes widened watching the opponent's extremely fast attack. It seemed like the opponent did not want to give even the slightest chance, even just to catch his breath. The sword in the hand of the opponent is not like the angel of death who continues to look for prey.

"Buck!" nekik Nyai Sukmawati with her eyes growing tense, found

the attack of the opponent that followed is not broken. Nyai Sukmawati tried to avoid the onslaught of the opponent. But the sword in the opponent's hand is like having eyes only.

Wut, wut..!!!

Crass...!!!

"Aach...!" Nyai Sukmawati screamed loudly, as her chest slashed against the opponent's sword. His body staggered backwards with wide eyes.

"Yeshaat..!"

Murti was not satisfied there, even though the opponent was dying. The sword in his hand was hunting towards Nyai Sukmawati, ready to take the life of the female leader of the college. But at that critical moment, suddenly a red shadow flashed fending off the prowess of Murti's sword.

Trang…!!!

"Ukh!" Murti complaining. His body staggered back with widened eyes, looking at the figure of the woman dressed in all red. The sword in the girl's hand glowed a yellowish-red.

"You killed your opponent in the name of the White faction!" grunts Melati so wrathful.

"Yes!" sahut Murti was cynical, with a defiant attitude.

"That's right! You seem to have done it on purpose!Tell me, who's behind you"!" snapped Goddess Melati."

"That's my business!" sahut Murti, no less fierce.

"Bad! Apparently you're looking for ******! Get ready!"

"Yes...!

The two sword-smart beauties were facing each other. One wielding a yellowish-red shining sword. The others held a silvery-red shining sword. Their beautiful eyes, staring at each other intently. Two powerful swordsmen will fight each other to determine who among them is the greatest. One Red Swallow Sword, the other Death Sword.

"Heyaa...!"

"Yesoat..!"Goddess Jasmine opened the first line with the 'Wallet Splitting Clouds' style The sword in her hand moved quickly, from bottom to top. It was as if the sword was trying to split the sky. Meanwhile, Murt was unwilling to remain silent. Immediately use the opening style that is not less great. The 'Demon Sword Murka' style was launched. His rolling sword quickly made a red ray like mist that covered his body.

"Yeshaat..!"

"Yeah...!" Trang! The clinking of the two clashing swords sounded. The bodies of the two jumped backwards, then swiftly attacked again. The swords in their hands moved to and fro, hunting down the opponent's body. The exciting battle of the two girls who possessed high-level swordsmanship continued, making all the disciples of the Sacred Lotus College and the children of the Murti horde instantly stop the fight.

The Sacred Lotus disciples and a few black masked men were transfixed, watching the intense fight between the two sword-armed beauties. Goddess Melati re-opens the style. This time with a stance, his sword moved flat, then raised high, then continued with a streak downwards. The surroundings of the place were instantly brightened by the yellowish-red radiance coming out from the Red Swallow in the hands of the Goddess Melati.

"Yeah...!"

"Yeshaat..!" The two again flashed, moving to attack with a swipe and a sword prick.

Their movements were extremely fast, it felt difficult for the eyes to follow which seemed to be only a yellowish-red radiance mingling with a silvery-red radiance.

***Trang, Trang....!!!

Wuuut***...!!!

"Yeshaat..!" Several times the swords in their hands clashed against each other. The bodies of the two momentarily jumped backwards. The eyes of the two looked at each other sharply. Then preceded by a thunderous sound, the two again attacked with a sword.

"Yeah...!"

"Yeah...!" Goddess Melati this time has issued a very powerful ultimate sword style. Murti flinched watching the strange move. Somewhat tense also he witnessed the style that was being exhibited by Goddess Melati. His scarf immediately shrieked, if you remember the style victim who was being exhibited by his opponent who was dressed all in red.

"Are you mentioned Red Swallow!" murti.

"Hm.... What's up! Are you going to turn yourself in and take responsibility for everything?" ask Melati.

"Yes. Stop that sword. I admit defeat."

"good. Follow me!" With a swift motion, the Melati Goddess flashed down the path of Murti's blood. The girl was instantly stiff as a statue.

"You people of the Black Stream. Stopit! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to take your lives!" exclamation Melati. All the members of the Black Flow Group stopped the fight.

"Go you! Tell your boss I'll be there!" exclaim Dewi Melati Lantang. All Waragang members no one denied, they ran away in a storm. Goddess Melati immediately darted away, carrying Murti's body.