The Mist of Love of the Angel

The Red Rajawali Sword

Raksa heard his name called. His rival enemy is a student of a famous swordsman and became the number one martial arts champion at this time. Ki Dursila or the King of the North.

The Barren universe with an arrogant look swept over the audience. He then jumped onto the arena. He nodded confidently as his eyes met his teacher's gaze.

After taking off Sekar's hand which reluctantly took it off, Raksa went up to the stage quietly. His blue eyes scrutinized the figure of the Barren Maize looking at him with a condescending look

Swordsman Kisap Mantar gives a little instruction. Next he gave the code that the match began.

Raksa and Tandur Jagat look at each other for a few seconds. A pair of blue eyes and a gaze as sharp as an eagle clashed.

The Barren Scutum shouted loudly. His attack was instantly opened with the Eagle Wing Flapping Force, his body darting with sword-like fists. The kick rotates like a wailing wheel. Targeting the chest and neck of the Raksa.

Raksa calmly. With Ampan Lolat fort and Kijang Kencana Application he dodged every attack that came.

His body became light, slippery and hard like a rock in the middle of the ocean.

The Barren Corn who was originally confident of being able to topple opponents in some buzz is now starting to get angry.

He grunts. A sword with a red charm was held in his hand.

The sword light was showing off a bloodthirsty air. Some of the spectators were surprised. Such a sword should not be a white faction weapon.

The Wind Forced Swordsman could not help but be surprised. As an old warrior he knew very well the sword.

Sekar who was sitting next to him realized the change in the face of the warrior Selaksa Wind. Suddenly his feelings were not good. He looked at Raksa with a slightly strange look in his eyes.

The Raksa had no other choice. The Black Mermaid heirloom came out of the void. His presence that arrived unabashedly invited admiration.

Two different-colored swords are now inviting attention.

The Selaparang King was stunned for a moment. He noticed the sword in the hands of Tandur Jagat and Raksa and the ring in the young man's circle.

He turned around and said a few words to one of the royal figures behind him.

A familiar hoarse voice filled Raksa's head. The Raksa gave a little explanation to the sword spirit.

"Red Eagle Sword, a bloodthirsty sword, I know this sword and its previous owner, he is of the black faction, why can it appear here!" The Sword Spirit was astonished.

"What do you mean?" Confused mercury.

"The presence of this sword always brings disaster, we must destroy that sword" the sword spirit explained seriously.

On the other hand Ki Dursila was shocked by the heirloom in the hands of Raksa. Suddenly he looked agitated. He did not expect the path of his student's fight would end with the Barren Maize having to wear a red sword.

The Barren Corn no longer underestimates its enemies. He roared like an angel of death. The red light was beating like the flames of hatred. Burning the air so that the stage was burning.

The Raksa did not want to remain silent. He moved like the wind. His body vanished locked up the Barren Corn. The black rays hit the Barren Jagat's body several times forcing the young man to retreat a few steps.

Strange things happen. There was no single drop wound. The body of the Corn Barren does not budge.

"Just for nothing, your sword is incapable of harming my body, ha. . !" The Barren Jagat laughed arrogantly.

The Raksa finally understood the main source of his enemy's arrogance.

It turned out that he was not injured when he was hit by the Black Mermaid Heirloom.

"She wears protective clothing, otherwise she wears the Pangolin Armor. One of the sacred objects of the martial world" hoarse voice heard in the head of Raksa.

"Then what should we do, you are unable to penetrate it, do we have to use the blow from the book of Wind Force? The mercury slightly heated the sword spirit.

"Don't underestimate me, you better act fast now, I feel the presence of this sword has something to do with Sekar. Give me enough inner strength, we destroy that sword!" The sword sounded agitated.

The chest of the Raksa skipped a beat as the sword spirit analyzed the presence of the red sword.

His gaze immediately turned firm. Blue light is spreading. Freeze the steps of the Barren Corn.

Feeling a different sensation when looking into the eyes of Raksa, Tandur Jagat channeled more energy in it. The red sword shone brighter.

Tandur Jagat felt the evil air entering his mind. His gaze became empty. He felt a murderous air flowing inundating every inch of his body.

The spectators felt a different haw from this battle. This was not the same as the previous fight. Some even feel the book goosebumps.

Tandur Jagat roaring. He jumped with a somewhat stiff movement. The red sword crashing against the ferocious Raksa.

Raksa understands the meaning of the attack. Lustful killing. Ajian Fiber Soul. Several times the clash of black, golden and blue light alternately held back the red sword slash.

Duars!!!!

After a fierce fight, Tandur Jagat gets more emotional and loses control. He attacked with an attack beyond the size of a novice swordsman.

Swordsman Kisap Mantar, as a judge, has been preparing to stop the match. But seeing Raksa's calm demeanor made him hold back.

Angry Rajawali.

The Barren Jagat turned his sword. After that the sword was placed right in front of his chest. A red light rolled over from the tip of the sword and formed the appearance of an eagle.

The red bird circled around his body. Wings smoldering. Eyes as red as embers of fire were ready to burn his fighting opponent. He was like a figure raised from the blood and hatred of hellfire.

The raksa stood calm. Half of his inner energy flowed filling the thirst of Black Mermaid heirlooms. Black light is spreading. Eve oppresses enveloping the stage.

Some of the senior Swordsmen and the elderly were a little surprised. A mountain-heavy suppression air enveloped the stage.

The Barren Maize felt her hands tremble. The red eagle stopped turning. The red light dimmed and dimmed as it thinned and disappeared. Suppression from exertion in Mercury signals danger.

He had never felt such a deep pressure. Even from his own teacher.

"Let's end this" a hoarse voice sounded joyful. The Sword Spirit flowed his essence, flowing into the body of the Mercury.

Everyone is waiting for the magic that will be presented on the arena.

Tandur Jagat trying to stand firm. He bit his tongue until it bled. His whole life he's never been humiliated like this.

" I'll bring you to your knees!" Barren Jagat spat with a look of eyes.

The mercury's loosening the pressure. The Barren Corn who felt his strength slightly recover leaped forward slashing, the shadow of the red eagle flame following following the direction of his sword.

The Raksa did not remain silent. Ajian Soul Fiber late stage shot up. A blue light like a howling storm greeted the red eagles fire.

Duars!!!

Two shock waves rocked the arena . The two youths on the stage were similarly trembling. Raksa protected Lolat Ampan study was not affected by the explosion.

"Now is the time!" Hoarseness fills Raksa's head.

The mercury jumped, his arm muscles hardened. The energy in flowing made the surface of his sword shine strangely.

Whuss!!!

Crass!!!

Tandur Jagat did not expect Raksa would come with such a swift counterattack. He had not had time to react much when he felt the sword in his hand being cut in half. He was surprised his mouth was agape, a few seconds later a huge kick hit his chest.

His body bounced, flying like a sack of rice landing under the stage.

Ohhoe!!!

A mouthful of blood spilled to snatch his consciousness.

The spectators were stunned. The Raksa movement was so fast. It was hard to be followed by ordinary eyes.

For a moment everyone was silent. The fastest to testify is Swordsman Kisap Mantar.

The Barren Jagat's body was still lying by holding half of the red sword. Some medics immediately rushed to check the Barren State.

Ki Dursila shot towards his disciple. The burning anger was clearly directed at Raksa. He paved the way for medical personnel. Check the condition of the student. His hand trembled as he took the red sword that had been cut in half.

......

The king won the third fight.

When Raksa came down from the stage hundreds of pairs of eyes were now staring at him in awe. The figure of the girl in green clothes with a veil is also a complement to the story of everyone's interest.

The blue-eyed youth and the girl who had beautiful eyes were able to freeze everything. What an incredible sight.

.......

Night covers.

In a beautiful room where both a man and a woman are having a serious conversation.

" Remove Raksa, however. Then bring his wife to me, I don't want you guys to fail again!" The man in luxurious clothes snapped furiously.

"Even though my master, he is not an indiscriminate young man, my disciple's red sword is capable of being dipiyongnyu, we must be careful!" Ki Dursila replied h quivering.

" Let me help" the melodious voice broke the silence.

All eyes stared at the figure of the beautiful girl dressed in noble clothes who was smiling, her eyes sparkling full of cunning.

Seriate