White Dragon Swordsman

Pirates attacked

There was a sound that rang eight times, as the sword in the swordsmen's hands hit a sword that shone greenish.

The eight warriors were pushed back five steps. While the sword in their hands only half remained, due to the impact of the sword that issued the greenish light. Nonetheless, the eight warriors showed absolutely no surprise. Their faces remained cold and stiff like the undead.

Whereas on the other hand, the red shadow became shocked! As a result of the impact earlier, his body was pushed as far as two acts. And his hand that was holding the sword was trembling and painful. And the red shadow was even more shocked when it saw the faces of the eight opponents who were almost like the undead.

"Bg ... !" squeak the red shadow! The sight of the red shadow could not be seen towards the eight people in front of him. Unconsciously his feet stepped backwards. His heart was pounding mixed with tension. However, before being able to think any further, his eight opponents had already charged ferociously. The red shadow immediately moved his sword to welcome his opponent's attack.

The fight is back. Even this time, even better. The red shadow that is none other than Sundari, or better known as the Red Hand Goddess, immediately retaliated against the opponent's attack by not losing ferocious. His greenish-shining sword flashed threatening the bodies of all his opponents.

Meanwhile, the fight that was taking place between Ki Palaran and a swordsman that had controlled the Devil Hill Dedemit, started to unbalance. Ki Palaran was pushed so fiercely by the opponent's attacks that were getting fiercer and stronger! As if‐, his opponent had a power source that never runs out. Until one day....

"Aakhs!" Ki Palaran choked restrained. It turned out that the opponent's sword managed to injure the base of the old man's arm. Ki Palaran staggered while holding the base of his right arm.

The sabre of his opponent was so strong, that it felt as if it penetrated all the way to the bones of Blood began to drip down his clothes. His arms felt stiff and hard to move. Ki Palaran was forced to move his sword to his left hand, as his right arm had been crippled! And, not to mention being able to repair his horse‐kudanya, now the opponent's sword has been sliding threatening his heart. Having no other choice, Ki Palaran tried to fend off as much as he could.

The trannng! Cappm!

"Abhhk ... !" Ki Palaran screamed in pain as the opponent's sword had pierced through his left hull. Although it has been deflected well, but its power is very weak. So that the sword remained pointed and stuck in his hull. Ki Palaran staggered‐hyung while grimacing withstanding the pain on his stomach. While his opponent's sword had already spun around snatching his neck at lightning speed.

Siinnng!

"Gh ... !" the old man gasped with a paled face! he could only close his eyes, waiting for the death to come.

Duuk!

The dhieeesss!

At that dangerous moment a white shadow flashed quickly and welcomed the opponent's attack on Ki Palaran. With a movement invisible to the eyes, the white shadow moved its hand to poke towards the hand holding the sword. It was still accompanied by the pounding of his palm towards the chest! How powerful is the energy in the white-robed man.

"Aarrrghh ... !"

There was a death roar that set up the fur of Rome, followed by a thick body that spurted fresh blood from the mouth. The body jolted for a moment and then remained motionless for all eternity. That man died with a busted chest!

Ki Palaran who had resignedly awaited his death became astonished. It turned out that the opponent's sword had not yet slashed his neck. After waiting for a while the attack had not yet arrived, then with a face of fear mixed in wonder the old man tried to open his eyes. And Ki Palaran's astonishment became even more so when he found his opponent's body lying lifeless as far as two spears from him. While before him stood a figure of Yang's body wearing a white outer robe.

The white-robed person turned his body when he heard a thumping sound behind him. And how surprised he was when he saw Ki Palaran's body already lying on the grass with one‐one breath. Hurry up to him and check on the condition of the old man. The white robe was increasingly surprised to see Ki Palaran's severe injuries. Quickly teotoknya Ki Palaran body in some, a place to stop the rush of blood that came out.

"Thank you.. love, Kisanak," said the old man slowly as he moved his hand.

"Ah, stop, Ki! Don't move too much first! These wounds should be treated immediately and cleaned so as not to rot!" men‐laki said in white robes.

After saying so, the white-robed man immediately lifted Ki Palaran's body and took her to a safe place. Then he called one of Ki Palaran's guards. After giving some, Instructions for how to treat the wounds suffered by Ki Palaran, the white robe twisted his body and noticed the battle of the Red Hand Goddess that was still going on.

The white-robed man was still young. At the very least, he was only around nineteen years old. But his attitude seems very calm. His handsome, white face was always adorned with a smile. It was to be expected, who, that white-robed young man. He was none other than Panji, who was the sole heir of a martial figure nicknamed the Angel of Lightning.

The forehead of the Panji nicknamed the White Dragon Swordsman was wrinkled as it looked at the faces of the eight people who were ganged up on the Red Hand Goddess. That cold and stiff heartless face of the bully had suspicious of his heart.

"Hm.. It seems like something unnatural in the person of‐the one who ganged up on that woman in red?" pulau Panji.

Panji's heart was shaken when his eyes had a chance to see with eyes that glow greenish belonging to the figure of the body. Panji guessed that‐ suspected the figure of the body, but soon his attention turned to the fight that was still going on.

At that time the fight had already gone fifty moves. The Red Hand Goddess seemed to be starting to be pressed by her eight opponents who seemed to have an inexhaustible source of power.

The Red Hand Goddess whose strength began to decrease, felt the pressure getting heavier and heavier! So, now he can no longer reply to the attack of his opponent‐. He was only able to defend while playing backwards.

"Bad! Why is their energy getting stronger? What demons have penetrated into their bodies?" the Red Hand Goddess.

The Red Hand Goddess is getting desperate! He really‐ was completely unable anymore to withstand the attack of his strong and ferocious opponent. Even a few times the opponent's sword almost injured his body. At that critical moment, suddenly a white shadow flashed into the battle arena.

"Chicken! Let's fight them together!" exclaimed a white shadow that was none other than Panji, while launching an attack towards the eight people who were moaning the Red Hand Goddess.

After the Panji helped, then the Red Hand Goddess was relieved. It seemed to have just been freed from a chest-stifling crush. Mula‐mula Goddess of Red Hands or Sundari was worried if‐kalau the young man will get hurt. However, when he saw the movement of the strong and steady movement‐, the worry disappeared. Especially when the young man who only used his bare hands had been able to urge the eight people. Then there is no reason to hesitate, even now turned into admiration!

"Who is he? When viewed from the way he faced the eight people, he must have low intelligence. Maybe even above my intelligence! It's great!" the Goddess of the Red Hand in my heart.

"Kisanak, be careful‐ beware! The eight people did not know what they were doing! They're under the influence of Dedemit Bukit lblis' magical power!" the Red Hand Goddess.

The woman was worried that the young man would be cruel to eight people who actually did not know anything.

"Hm.., it is fitting that these eight men fight like glia! Apparently they are controlled by magic! Hm, where is the Devil's Hill Dedemit now, Nisanak?" ask Panji without reducing his attacks on his opponents. Although Panji had expected it, but he wanted to confirm his conjecture.

"Do you see the man standing under the big tree? He is called Dedemit Bukit lblis! Whether human, or not, I don't know!" replied the Red Hand Goddess while dodging the slash of the opponent's sword that was heading to her waist.

After getting certainty from the Red Hand Goddess, Panji suddenly jumped back and pulled out a beating that knocked out the heart! So fierce was the clash, that the air around him felt trembling.

The Red Hand Goddess leaped backwards as far as two spears. Quickly deployed his magic power, to protect his chest that felt tight due to the fierce clash earlier.

"Crazy! Who exactly is this young man?" thought the Red Hand Goddess was getting amazed.

Actually, the Goddess of Red Hands or Sundari already had a guess about the white-robed young man. But his guess became blurred because there was not seen a layer of silvery White fog that reportedly became the hallmark of White Dragon Swordsman.

Meanwhile, the impact of the Panji against the eight opponents was even more devastating. Their bodies fell down rolling while closing, both ears that felt broken! Their grinning faces endured the intense pain, Not least the Demonic Hill Dedemit. Although it was a bit far from the battle arena, the Panji clash had made his chest thump.

Dedemit Bukit Ibis surprised not playing! It is not suspected that tonight will meet a formidable opponent! Quickly deployed his magic power back to control the warriors who were rolling.

"Rise up...Rise up....Kill the white-robed young man and the red-clothed girl! The pain will not hinder your intentions! Rise .. Marrigan .. ! Kill them....!" the Demonic Hill Dedemit command with a raucous voice yet contained an incredible amount of magic power. His voice echoed around the place. Intrudes and thrills the tribe of eight warriors.

Panji and Sundari jerked back! They were very surprised when they saw the eight warriors who were rolling, suddenly‐ jumped up swiftly. Accompanied by the gangs that established the fur of Rome, the eight warriors stormed Panji and Sundari. The demon slave attack was now stronger and fiercer than before as if the clash of the Banner had doubled their energy.

"Children, hold off their attacks for a few moves! I will try to deal with the Devil Hill Dedemit for his attention to be split. Who knows by doing so, he can no longer exert his magic power to influence them," Panji told the Red Hand Goddess.

"Alright, Kisanak! I'll try it. And be careful‐ beware! the devil is very cunning and his intelligence is very high!" replied the Red Hand Goddess warning the young Sakti.

"Thank you, Panji said as he threw his smile at the red-clothed virgin.

After saying so, Panji's body flashed towards the founding of the Devil's Hill Dedemit.