The Swordsman of Bloon

28

"I am a lost person and want to find a way to the Malayan area. Eeh... Do you know the direction I am going?" ask Mustika Jajar.

"Nisanak should head east!" sahut Panji really mean it.

"Hmm, so. If the island is One Thousand and One Nights do you know where it is?"

Sapala and Panji shook their heads.

"Sorry we don't know. Just heard his name this time!" Sapala.

"It's a shame you don't know. Oh yeah where are you guys going, two dashing lads?"

Panji and Sapala looked at each other. One of them then answered.

"We want to go somewhere!"

"I know you must be after the executioners who kidnapped several tens of young men to be deployed into forced labor, right?" The girl in purple suddenly laughed. Then his hips were shaken to form a very merang sang movement.

Sapala and Panji were surprised instead of playing. How could this girl dressed in merang that could know their travel plans? Did he steal what they were talking about?

"I hope Nisanak doesn't interfere in all our business!" Sapala warned.

"Hi hi hi...! Why chase the executioners? Aren't you guys interested in spending a good night with me tonight? Hik hik hik!"

Mustika Jajar deliberately took off one of the buttons on her shirt, so that some of her taut breasts were poking out. As straight and clean-hearted warriors, Sapala and Panji quickly turned their faces in the other direction with red faces.

"Well, you guys seem to be really sissy people. Alright, since you guys intend to go to Bumi Ayu. There's no harm if I try to get to where you have the cleverness!" The purple-clothed girl closed her words with one unexpected fierce attack altogether.

"Yepy...!"

"Guus!"

Sapala and Panji who did not expect to get such a quick attack immediately jumped back. The first attack escaped, but they had felt all over their bodies like being stabbed by thousands of needles. Conscious of his opponent wanting their lives. So without hesitation they drew the sword that had sharpness on both sides.

"'Sure Heart'!" shouts Panji giving a cue. The sword in hand then rotated so quickly. Wind roaring. In just an extremely short time the weapons in their hands had turned into rolls of white light that were extremely blinding to the eyes. The greatness of the style possessed by them is the speed and compactness in launching each attack. That was also what was seen at the time. But his opponent laughed. Mustika Jajar who was in a state of confinement of his opponent's weapons seemed to shoot into the air.

"Haw...!"

"Shaa...!"

"Guuss!"

A black ray of light shot out from all over the body of the purple-clothed girl. The cold-hearted shudder swept across his opponents with just a blink of an eye. Panji and Sapala were pushed back. They found it hard to move their swords. Even their own bodies were quickly pushed, even though they were trying to survive. It had even exerted a profound strength to dissipate the influence of the strange attack, it was still thrown.

"Aach...!"

"Braak!"

Sapala and Panji fell. Unfortunately, they were unable to move their bodies. It is truly surprising that warriors like these two can be defeated by using the science of remote punching.

If only his opponent was indeed not a person who had really very high intelligence. It was impossible for them to be brought down in just a few moments.

"The coward! Release us...!" shouts Panji. He became angry because it turned out that his opponent had deceived them.

"There's no point in you guys mema ki! You have become my prisoners!" the Mustika Jajar.

This girl then took out two threads of waru bark. An ingenuity now flashed in his heart.

"If merchant Bergola Mungkur really is a rich man. Why don't I take advantage of this opportunity to master his treasure? Regarding my teacher's great enemy I can find him later. But I also have to remember that treasures are no less interesting than great enemies. These two young men I can make a bridge to approach the merchant!"

Mustika Jajar smiled flirtatiously. Seraya then approached Sapala and Panji who managed to be spotted through a very short fight.

"Kkk... What do you want?" ask Panji nervously.

"Hik hik! You need not be afraid. I will not hang and kill you like a man who does not want to give evidence on the road! At least get to the merchant's house Bergola Mungkur!" snort the girl. Then he quickly tied Panji and Sapala's hands.

"Female ib lis! Where are you taking us?" shout Sapala.

"Sat bang!"

"Mema kilah as much as you! I was ib lis from hell. You don't have to be upset!" said the purple dress girl. He then jumped on Sapala's horse. The rope that bound the legs of his two captives was snapped. Not long after, the horse dragged Sapala and Panji.

A few moments later, the girl's laughter sounded. While behind him came screams and howls of pain from the mouths of the two young men who were in a state of being touched.

*

"Justin!"

"Jhtar!"

"Akkkh. forgive sir.for mercy, sir...!" the sound of the cry echoed over the whip in the hands of the executioner. Some strapping young men who had just been brought from Kuningan fell down with bodies drenched in blood.

"There is no longer a chance of life here for a slacker! Your job is to collect the golden seeds. It is not worth arguing with let alone arguing! Fast work!" he snapped the head of the executioner, and then the whip in his hand swung him high.

"Justin! jtaar.!"'s search…!"

"God..walah! Hurt...!" shouted one of the men whose hands were chained in pain. The chief executioner and his comrades were giggling. It seemed that the more blood flowing from the bodies of these forced laborers the more satisfied they were.

What happened in that place did not seem to be separated from the attention of a young man in light blue clothes. The long-haired youth was shoulder-length and wore a blue-colored yellow bandage headband this growled furiously. His mouth was platid-pletot, the head of the bull to the left and right.

"The bald head executioner does not seem to be human, but a bloodthirsty demon. If I keep letting them, their behavior goes too far!" hisses.

On the other hand, this young man stepped calmly towards the executioners who were always ready to be on alert. Dasa Reksa As the person who heads eight of his men, of course, became surprised and surprised to see the emergence of Suro Blondo. In a very short time, they immediately locked up the Blo'on Swordsman.

This young blue-clothed youth scratched his head. His mouth was grinning as soon as he saw the actions of this sturdy man.

"Heh. Today we get more energy. Even though I look like this is to lol. But it feels like we can harness its power to dig up huge amounts of gold! He he he... What was my dream last night?"

"Aha. I'm sure last night you had a bad dream! Seeing your body bigger than your friends, it doesn't feel wrong to see me, you're the one named Dasa Reksa? Is that correct...?" ask Suro Blondo. Although his heart was upset not playing, but he still laughed.

Dasa Reksa was shocked. How could this young man possibly know what his name was? But after remembering the football lunge, then he felt it was not closed the possibility of his big name has been known throughout the martial.

"If you knew who I was. Speak politely and now kneel before your master. After that bark three times!" dasa Reksa's orders followed the laughter of his men.

"Oh.I'm sorry, employer. I did not see the mountain in front of me. But may I ask a respectable master?" suro Blondo said as he bowed.

"Good! Apparently you know how to appreciate other people. Now tell me what you want to ask?" dasa Mutual orders, then smiles. Meanwhile, one or two executioners once saw the hospitality of his superiors against the young man who looked to lol unfamiliar was immediately disbanded.

"What I want to ask is how much does each bald head cost here?"

Dasa Reksa batang eyes wide with frown. While the young man in front of him now seemed to turn serious.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it's clear, sir!"

Suro Blondo rubbed his forehead.

"I saw in the lowlands that there were dead human bones and carcasses. If it is calculated it may be more than two hundred seeds, eeh! It means that two hundred lives have been lost in vain. And all of that is the result of your crimes and your people. Now I've come to collect the debt of innocent lives. Is this evidence clear enough for you?"

"Huh.., quail, that crazy young man from where you are! How dare you bring up all the problems that are going on here? Do you think you can do it?" bentak Dasa Reksa's. The face until his bald head turned crimson.

"Pruuuh.. ha ha ha ha...! Dasa Mutual. I told you I came here to free the people in the gold dig cave. Of course you take your head off your body!"

"To parat! You really don't know the disease! Hiaaa...!"

Accompanied by a high scream. Dasa Muta jumped forward. His sturdy and large hand was gripping to the neck. He thought only with one buzz, of course the head of the handsome young man who looked***** was plastered from his head.

But it turns out that the allegations of Dasa Reksa really missed. Like the lightning Suro Blondo who had calculated everything this was twisting to the side. The attack just grabbed an empty spot. Because when attacking earlier Dasa Reksa exerted energy in a high enough. So now having not reached his target makes him lose his balance.

The opportunity was used by Suro Blondo to vacuum his opponent's body. With one extremely loud jolt the huge body floated up and fell down smelling the hard ground.

Dasa Reksa growling. His nose that hit the ground broke in two and turned soft blue. Grimacing in pain he stood up. His eyes were red. A cruel look at Suro Blondo. The one who was seen was smiling while scratching the back of his head.