The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pk 02 part 5

Look at his eyes twitching and his head feeling so dizzy that Keng Hong had to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he became glare and groaned again. He had to close his eyes and listen with his ears. All that was heard was a shrill voice and a shrill voice, he did not know how the game went, who won and who lost.

Let alone for the untrained eyes of Keng Hong, even the nine magicians who had high levels of intelligence were also glare and dizzy. The longer the movements of Sin-jiu Kiam-ong and his three opponents, especially the movements of the Eight Arm God King, the faster it becomes difficult to follow the eye again.

Siang-bhok-kiam's green sword light suddenly became wide at the sound of Sin-jiu Kiam-ong snapping, then there was a green beam sticking out into three directions like branching, branching, followed by the pain of the three demons. But it was obvious by the nine people how the tip of the sword of Siang-bhok-kiam had already managed to injure the chests of the three demons, and vice versa, sin-jiu Kiam-ong's right cheek was hit by a nail stroke on Ang-bin Kwi-bo's hand and his back was hit by a skull flipping over and as if kissing the grandfather's back.

Sin-jiu Kiam-ong staggers back, but his three opponents also chime three spears away. They looked at each other, not moving. The three demons were gasping for breath, their eyes twinkling, mouths grinning.

These three demons secretly felt very excited. Sin-jiu Kiam-ong is already exposed to toxic wounds. The poisons on Ang-bin Kwi-bo's fingernails are extremely powerful, and the poison in Pak-san Kwi-ong's skull is equally potent.

What if they fight again, it is very difficult to defeat the grandfather who really deserves the nickname King of Swords because his sword game is great in addition to the sword itself is very powerful. But if they complain about the sinkang, the deployment of the magic power will make the poison spread violently and will kill Sin-jiu Kiam-ong! Their breasts were pierced by the tip of the sword of Siang-bhok-kiam, but because their bodies were immune and the wound was not too deep, nor did it contain any poison, either, they were not worried about exerting the entire sinkang on their bodies.

"Sin-jiu Kiam-ong, get ready to die!" pak-san Kwi-ong.

He had bent both knees, stood half-squat, then after engaging the chain weapon at his waist this black giant pushed both of his arms while exerting sinkang power. That's a long-range punch that relies on the perfect Iweekang, controlled by a sinkang (sakti) to hit opponents from a distance.

At the same time, Ang-bin Kwi-bo who was twirling his arms so that the sound of glaring and both arms shivering, heard, now push the right arm forward while the left arm is lifted straight up with the palm facing up.

Pat-jiu Sian-ong had stuck his hood at the waist, then both hands were twitching forward. Unlike the two friends who push while exerting the sinkang without moving the arm, kate's grandfather constantly moves both arms with his palm facing Sin-jiu Kiam-ong and performs striking movements with the palm of his hand.

“Wut-wuut-wuutt..!” There was a sound from both palms.

Therefore, with a smile, he sat down cross-legged and once the three opponents moved their arms, he immediately pushed forward with both arms, facing the opponent. Immediately felt by him the combined power of the opponent attacked him. He exerted a sink, channeled into his arms, gathered on both palms and as he pushed, a swarm of fierce power lunged forward and resisted the gusts of his three opponents' blows.

What if the nine kang-ouw figures looked with a heart full of tension, then Keng Hong looked with a gawk and a heart full of astonishment. What they do, he thought. Really funny. Why did they not move like statues with arms straightened towards the opponent and only the grandfather who continued to move both arms, pushing the empty wind? Are they playing around? Or are they so old that they become senile or run out of energy after a fast-paced match?

“Trik-trick-trick..!” Suddenly there was a continuous sound, the longer the louder.

May the sound come out of the fingernails of Ang-bin Kwi-bo who deliberately while pushing the flickering between his own nails so as to make a sound like that.

A few seconds later the sound was followed by a loud snarling sound coming out from Pat-san Kwi-ong's open mouth. Low, but non-stop, stirring noise, connecting and containing great vibration.

Soon these two voices were followed also by the sound of duk-creng-duk-creng like tambur and gembreng. May this sound come out of a small tambur with its rim attached to it. Pat-jiu Sian-ong holds this tambur with his left hand while his right hand is still being pushed towards Sin-jiu Kiam-ong. By this short grandfather the tambur was struck on his thighs and knees, once struck on the skin of the tambur then on the edge of the circle so as to cause a loud duk-creng-duk-creng sound.

The nine people suddenly sat down cross-legged and closed their eyes. Keng-Hong became astonished and was more surprised when suddenly his legs trembled and he fell down. His heart was pounding strangely and his ears were like they were being pricked.

He saw how Sin-jiu Kiam-ong turned pale, his body was shivering, his forehead was full of sweat and the cross-legged grandfather's body began to tremble, the two arms that were thrust forward swayed! He did not understand and did not know at all that the voices issued by the three demon humans were miraculous sounds that contained powerful vibrational energy and could paralyze and even destroy opponents!

It was fortunate that Keng Hong had never studied Iweekang, because if he had learned it and understood the influence of this voice, of course he had collapsed.