The Mist of Love of the Angel

Blue Gem

Seeing the two people in front of him did not give a quick answer, Pomegranate's hand waved, a toy from the wind flew against the wooden wall.

Red Kepundung was surprised by his brother. Her innocent eyes looked at her brother with a hue of disbelief.

Pomegranates themselves can only sculpt. He stared at the silver ring taught its sweetness which became the source of his annoyance.

Not knowing what to do because of the figure sought no girl turned away.

.....

Night fell enveloping the world. His dark blanket is not completely able to blacken all things.

The moon hanging in the sky glowed pale. The bias of the light bounces off the surface of the sea. Greeting the ripples of waves that hit the ends of twigs on the gili coast.

Pomegranate sitting on the edge of the Red Kepundung bed. Brushed the little girl's hair.

Red Kepundung himself sleeps with his back to his brother. He's not asleep. This afternoon's incident shut him down. Lazy eating and talking to her brother.

"I'm sorry big brother, brother is just upset at the Swordsman Breaker, subconsciously brother is venting on you guys"

Pomegranates tried to explain the money situation that triggered the event.

After tidying up his brother Pomegranate's blanket came out of Red Kepundung's room.

He knew there was nothing he could do to quell his sister's frustration. Because he understands the nature of his brother. He doesn't need to be entertained. He just needs to be alone. Time will cure him.

Pomegranate's footsteps did not go straight to his room.

He's headed for a secret room.

A long closet full of ancient books. Some weapons also hung on the wall.

The pomegranate opened a specially laid crate.

A black-handled sword with a thin appearance. A thin book of skin and anti-termite medicine.

Pomegranate drew that thin sword. Heavy enough for the size of a thin and short sword.

When the sword was opened it was made of a unique material. Not steel in general.

The sword was made of meteors found in the bodies of sea demons.

The sword eyes seemed to be translucent. Pink with bright spots scattered like clusters of stars when the sky at the end of the night.

The sword was made by his teacher. Ten years he struggled to form a hard meteor rock into a sword.

During that time he was trying to create a sword.

A masterpiece for the generation after. Teach everyone that life is not just for yourself. Life is also for the next generation as a link of hope.

The Heart of the Universe. There are only three broken moves with nine movements in each.

A very long movement passes through the normal range of motion which is usually only up to five.

His teacher created the style after realizing how much power god had. No slave power can surpass His power.

No one would have expected the notorious teacher to have perfect thoughts at the end of his life.

Just trying to solve the difficulty of that style. After a bit of fluency he tried to use the meteor sword to try out the moves.

The beauty of the sky is as if descending to the earth. The figure of the Pomegranate became the image of a goddess who was sent to replace the task of the angel of death.

Beautiful movements with a sprinkling of stars and the beauty of a fused figure. Making someone would be willing to give up their lives, not only because of the sharpness of the sword but because of the beauty displayed.

Pomegranates practice until the dawn is almost here. Tiredness gnawed all over his body. He dragged his steps back to his room.

....

Azan dawn reverberating.

Mercury aghast. He was awake from his deep meditation.

During his stay in the kingdom he repeatedly heard the voice of azan.

There was a longing to fulfill that call. Now his soul is stirred. He walked out of the room towards the source of the sound.

Doubt his steps. Fearful. Couldn't he smile among the sword?

The Lord guides as the most beautiful gift for His servant.

She woke up and could not find her husband near her. It's something that's awkward during the age of their marriage.

The footsteps moved away from his room. Since the attack they got a special house that is protected by high walls and has a large and beautiful garden.

The house that merges with the house of the nobles who have access to the entrance with tight guard.

Walking in the garden without a pedestal. His pink feet touched the grass that was still wet by the night dew.

Her long hair draped over her back and almost touched the flower bloom between the twigs and leaves.

She didn't find her husband.

While waiting, he chose to practice. His light movements broke the cold of the morning weather.

When the sunlight began to greet the earth the figure of Raksa appeared at the entrance.

Sekar immediately scattered to welcome the presence of his blue gem.

Raksa received the presence of his wife with his warm embrace.

Ashamed to realize her body was soaked by the sweat of Sekar pushed her husband away. She grabbed her hair by wrapping it around her head. The beautiful view of his neck that level disturbed the soul of Raksa.

The husband's hand wiped the sweat dripping on Sekar's face and neck. That attention made Sekar tickle. His eyes turned dim.

The Mercury knows the end. He took his wife by the hand and took her to breakfast.

....

Red Kepundung did not find his brother in the kitchen. She didn't eat last night so when she woke up she was starving.

His little finger knocked on the door of Pomegranate's room.

The door opened and the strange figure of Pomegranate made the little girl laugh.

Pomegranate knows she woke up with a puffy face due to lack of sleep. Her hair is tangled. Something she kept secret like every virgin.

"Sugly sister!" The little girl chattered while running away.

Time to break the ice.

Pomegranates pretend to be angry. He was chasing the little girl. Unknowingly they came out of the inner room towards the courtyard.

The sound of their laughter disturbed the silence of the morning. Making a body figure that was splitting firewood turned his head.

A beautiful sight presented.

Pomegranate is aware of the situation. Shame is rising. He immediately darted back into his small palace.

Behind the door he stood with great shame. If this was in the past then death would definitely be the end for the man.

Pomegranate felt his knees tremble. Breath hunting. His skin is burning.

He checked himself from head to toe.

Fortunately her clothes were decent and she chose the right pieces. If he wears a summer model then his fate will be doomsday.

It was just that his hair and face were randomly seen by the man. He pura pura bengong and put on an innocent look.

He's used to living without a man here.

He immediately slipped into the back of the Gili Melbur palace building.

Several tens of meters behind it were natural springs. Protected in a small indentation like a valley. It was as if being a barrier wall would be the secret of the scenery below.

A small lake surrounded by flowers. It was as if the lake was specially created for the angels.

....

The Cowl Sakti saw the flash of a triumphant eye in the eyes of Suanan Tembolak.

"Rear, this morning you were happy, it's a little different, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing, I'm happy to see you getting better, that way we can get away!"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not good at lying, so just tell me the truth, you want me to be dying here forever so you can see that girl every day!"

"No, you're totally wrong. Honestly I feel lucky to see it but I am also filled with fear!"

"Tell me one truth, what do you think?"

"I want to go to the Tournament against the warriors of Selaparang

Sunan Tembolak spoke honestly accompanied by a caress in the head of the Pecut Sakti. Gentle but ended something strange.

Ting!!

Tell me hard to make Paput Sakti roar. His eyes narrowed in pain. He stroked his broken head.

"You're always torturing me hey.!!, don't leave me!""

He shouted out to Sunan Tembolak who laughed and ran away.

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Arena tournament against the swordsmen of Selaparang land.

The semifinals will soon be held. The audience seats and participants were already crowded.

The lightning-fast shadow that struck marked the start of the swordsman's fight.

The rules of the fight in the semifinals are still the knockout system. Beginners and seniors fight after being drawn.

This is why the participants are sure to fight more exciting. Especially for beginner warriors.

For the college that entered this round they have prepared themselves with a more powerful style and weapons.

Kisap Mantar calls the first participant.

Raden Sukma Jaya is very handsome. The golden clothes with the black base made him look gallant. Two guns tucked in his waist. A sword and a keris that looked so luxurious.

He paid his respects to all those present. Her sweet smile and polite demeanor made everyone present fall in love.

Swordsman Kisap Mantar called the second participant.

Surya Malela from Seabirds college stepped onto the stage. Steps calm. He paid his respects to all those present.

The fight of two young warriors presented nicely on the stage.

Raden Sukma Jaya begins the attack with the style of the Sky Dragon. His sword howled and spun forming a sweep. Straight attack contains great fighting power.

Surya Malela won't lose. The Seagull Dance welcomed the attack. The powerful sweep of Sukma Jaya's sword was greeted with a beautiful leap across the square, as the sword in Surya Malela's hand broke through sharply like a seagull snatching. The combination of the two styles as if a picture of the waves and seagull dance.

Both warriors landed smoothly over the arena. They looked at each other with sharp eyes. It was as if measuring the will and plans of his enemy.

The sword in the hands of Raden Sukma roared, the Golden Dragon style spread terror.

A roaring fire dragon figure floated around the stage. His fire eyes stared at his fighting enemy fiercely.

Surya Malela won't lose. He came up with his new style. His sword swept forward. The cold weather is spreading. No less beautiful Ice Dragon style looks charming. The roar presents a sense of pain and biting.

The spectators present were amazed. The ice dragon and the fire dragon were ready for a duel. The hot and cold weather overlap and press.

Raden Sukmajaya leaped high, the sword in his hand slashing, the roar of the fire dragon following behind him.

A smile erupted on Surya Malela's face, the sword in her hand facing the slash of the sword, the hissing sound of fire and ice made the rhythm of the battle horrendous to the audience.

The next instant the clash of fire and ice dragons exploded in the air.

The second breath of the young swordsman was the same hunting. Sweat drenched all over the body of both.

Malela's sun was waving, hundreds of ice spikes were spreading in the air, from the ground the waves of ice swept over.

The Ice Spikes and Ice Storm Dance hunt for Raden Sukma Jaya.

Getting an attack from the ground and the air made Raden Sukma Jaya in a fog. He was trying to stem the crashing flow of ice and shot ice spikes that moved like life.

Wes !!

Duar !!

The collision of the echoing fire dragons held back hundreds of ice spikes that shot out menacingly. The slash of the sword in the hot flames melted the incoming ice waves.

Raden Sukma Jaya is clearly a. He admitted the fire did not dwell on the ice. Especially facing the combination of land and air.

Surya Malela saw Raden Sukma Jaya wielding a keris that had been tucked away on her waist.

The keris was notched five with dragon carvings in the middle.

Keris Dragon Literature.

The magic heirloom belonging to the Rinjani Valley college came out of its warangkanya.

A red light spread out. Keris in the hands of Prince Sukma Jaya suddenly turned into a terrifying fire dragon figure.

A whole red dragon with fire scales and boiling hot breath.

The red fire dragon tens of meters long roared, with its gaping mouth he howled attacking towards Surya Malela.

The surprised expression was clearly drawn on Surya Malela's face. With a slight nervousness he formed a soaring expanse of ice shackling the pace of the fire dragon. The moment the dragon could be restrained, part of its body was submerged in a sea of ice.

The left hand resisted the fire dragon's attack, its right hand waved attacking the fire dragon's figure. Hundreds of ice spikes roared down.

Raden Sukma Jaya who stood without burden watching the dragon battle Literature clucked in awe. After all his opponent was able to withstand the attack of the apinaya dragon.

There was no other choice to win, he jumped high, his sword slashed, a golden dragon darted towards Surya Malela.

In a condition that cannot divide itself, another attack comes threatening to make Surya Malela has no other choice. He was forced to withstand the blows of the golden dragon by forming an ice shield.

Duars!!!

Explosions echoing. Surya Malela was thrown several spears. He stood at the end of the stage and almost fell down.

Not yet lost his dizzy feeling from the explosion, the fire dragon had escaped the clutches of ice. His tail waving smashed towards Surya Malela.

The audience held their breath. Some even shouted hysterically.Sury Malela's body would definitely suffer injuries and burn.

At that moment of crisis, a black shadow shot across Surya Malela's body.

In the corner of the safe pqnggung Swordsman Kisap Mantar lowered the body of the pale Surya Malela.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief. This battle was won by Raden Sukma Jaya. He smiled bitterly. If not for the Literary Dragon keris he would have suffered a different fate

The second battle was presented after a break more or less like tea.

Two beautiful girls who have been involved in a series fight go on stage. Rara Kemuning and Diah Selasih.

They go back to science to determine who is the best among them.

Rara Kemuning appeared with the style of the Thousand Flanged Flower sword, her sword seemed to break into thousands, full of tricks.

Diah Selasih has learned the weakness of this sword style. Secret hints from Wind Force warriors who have faced with the creator of this style.

Thousands of swords greeted Diah Selasih's body. But he didn't panic. He knew which sword was real. The sword with the brightest light is the real sword.

Diah Selasih immediately spread the charm with her sacred scarf.

The whirlwind that was similar to a spinning top, beautiful like a roaring blooming lotus flower. If he used to find thousands of swords approaching now the attack chose a different target.

Owner Attack.

The whirlwind of the wind came towards Rara Kemuning who was a little surprised by the attack of Diah Selasih.

The storm raged, chasing the figure of Rara Kemuning who now looks chaotic. The roaring whirl of wind blew away whatever was found.

Diah kept biting the tip of her tongue spurring all her abilities. He did not hesitate, the results were already visible in front of his eyes.

Rara Kemuning felt the storm rage was out of control again. He was a little uncomfortable with the condition of his clothes that seemed to be about to tear and reveal part of his body.

He swallowed the bitter reality. He raised his hand giving the code to surrender.

The second match ended with the victory of Diah Selasih. This fight became the first victory of Selendang Sakti University against Andar Nyawa college after decades.

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