The Desolate Wind Swordsman

Sword And Flute

Neither Nehan nor Nindiya knew who the old man was coming to them. But judging from his stature, the old man was a great swordsman. Being able to use leaves as weapons is an ability that only great warriors have. Like a warrior in front of the two of them.

"Sorry, we don't know you. And have we met before?" ask Nehan. But he glanced towards Nindiya. "Do you know who the woman next to me is?"

"Hohohoho, of course I mean you two. Hehh, it's useless, you never remember it. We haven't seen each other in a long time, we've finally met today, hemm. Today I would like to try your skills both, is it better or not, hemm?"

The old man stopped his feet, instantly the leaves on the ground, hovering around him. After that, the mahogany leaves began to move towards Nehan and Nindiya.

"Revelation!" pekik Nindiya, using his sword and creating the wind to resist the attack from the leaf. "You're behind me, Nehan!" nindiya Command.

"Ooh, terrific! You guys are really awesome, hahahaha!" the laughter of the white-haired warrior. He was even satisfied and clapped his hands after seeing the wind wave that was holding back his attack.

Nindiya continued to swing her sword to withstand the onslaught. But as if it was endless, the attacks remained relentless in succession. When Nindiya used the sword, he felt that the sword he was using was quite satisfied because it did not require much energy. The attack came from all directions, as he managed to repel the attack from the front, from behind there was another attack. Likewise with the side direction that does not escape the attack.

"It can't take long. You will lose your power, Nindiya! Ah, unfortunately I don't have any weapons!" Nehan begins to think about helping Nindiya. But he has no idea. He could only take refuge in a woman. While it might not help.

"Then let's just run away, akhh!" pekik Nindiya, got a wound on his arm as the leaf escaped from the reach of his sword. The blood dripped onto his sword back. Instantly a great wind surrounded the sword used by Nindiya. Protect them from the leaf attack.

"Hohoho ..it's not good for you guys! The more the sword was given blood, the more it gained its power. And with just that blood, the demon trapped inside the sword grew stronger and was able to come out. This can't be allowed. I had to do this."

The swifter pulled out a black flute. He played it and the wind slowly stopped. He smiled after everything stopped. But Nindiya immediately fell before Nehan. Nehan captures Nindiya immediately. And the old swordsman's attack was no more. Only the sound of the flute making a sound. A pitiful voice made the person who heard it want to cry.

"Know the young man .. The sword your wife wears is a very dangerous sword! The sword will always need blood. Either from the opponent or the owner. Indeed the sword did not require any inner manpower to use it. Because the demon inside the sword only needed blood to refine its shape in order to get out of the sword."

Nehan heard clearly what the old man said. As expected, the sword held by Nindiya was indeed no ordinary sword. Because the sword needed blood in return for having helped its owner with the overwhelming power of the wind.

"Wife?" I don't know why Nehan felt the old man was the wrong person. "Ohh, he's an old swordsman, maybe his memory is bad. Hehh, it's possible that the old man was just the one who knew about this sword. But why would I feel like saying something strange like this?"

"Heh, this young man .. he may not have realized that he was holding his wife. Hehh, after all, this will be an interesting story. I wonder how the young man would know the truth himself, if the woman he was with was his own wife, hemm," the old swordsman muttered in a long, white beard.

"You calm down .. I'll treat your wound. Ehh, but is this your wound healed? But why are you still unconscious? Oh, why is it like this? Do you seem to have lost blood? This can't be allowed! You should add your blood immediately. I'll find a cure in the woods."

Nehan saw the old swordsman sitting on the spot looking at Nehan. That means there are no more attacks from the great warrior. This made Nehan take his sword and throw it in any direction. Then he carried Nindiya on his back.

"Stupid! You won't be able to throw that sword away from its owner, now! Because it will follow wherever the owner goes. So before you throw it away, be careful! Because you will be the victim of that sword!" exclaim the old swordsman. Not finished with the behavior of the young healer.

The sword returned to Nehan's hand and the young man ran with Nindiya. But the sword slid quickly and passed Nehan, circling Nehan and Nindiya.

"Great!" The old man took out his flute again. But the flute seemed unwilling to go with him anymore, darting towards Nehan quickly. "Hemm, indeed the sword and flute have found their soul mate. So no need to worry about it anymore."

Instantly the flute shot towards Nehan and resisted the attack from the sword. The two weapons fought each other. Fighting was like two people who were fighting sword weapons and flutes. As if holding it back from attacking a body in the form of empty air.

"Hey, you're a young man! You can bring both weapons for you! I seem to have to retire to become the Death Flute Swordsman. Huhh, what a pity, I will no longer be a legend. Huhhh ..." the old swordsman shook his head. "Hemm, this old man has to retire."

Nehan saw the sword and flute opposing each other and attacked. None of them want to lose. But in the end the flute even widened. Shaped like a sword sheath. And the sword entered into the sheath of the sword.

"This is a wonderful miracle. Are these flutes and swords indeed matchmaking? Hehh, maybe you should believe the old man," Nehan said. And immediately he was approached by a sword and a scabbard that had been a flute.

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