Swordsman Without a Name

White Swiftlet's ability

"Awas ..." White Swallow's screams restrained.

Although not told by him, Cakra Buana actually already knows. Therefore, he moved faster and more agile than the White Swallow.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Both of them dodged all those secret attacks nimbly. All the secret weapons that were thrown by them, none of them hit their bodies.

Cakra Buana and the White Swallow stood on their backs. Both pairs of eyes watching the entire situation around.

"We have been smelled by the enemy" said the White Swallow slowly.

"I already know," replied Cakra Buana casually.

A smile covered his face. He was always relaxed under any circumstances. Despite facing even the Angel of Death, he would always be relaxed.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Otherwise? Of course we'll face them. It's been plunged into the mud, why not just swim in it?"

"You sure you can face them?"

"Why not? I've always believed and believed in myself,"

Confidence is the main capital. And so is confidence. When you have the intention to do something, as long as you believe and believe in yourself, it is more than enough.

No matter what happens, you have to keep believing in yourself. Even though no one on this earth believes in you, you still have to believe. If you are not sure of yourself, then for what else are you alive?

"good. I like people who have high self-confidence like you," praised the White Wallet.

"From the time I was always like this" replied Cakra Buana.

Just as his words were done, a sharp wind whirring again sounded ear-slashing. Both are ready soon. Their bodies fluttered to and fro like an ape.

The shaking of the hand was launched. There was a great wind coming out of every wave. Dozens of secret weapons fell out and fell in front of the two.

Secret weapons take many forms. Starting from needles, to hexagon-shaped secret weapons made of black iron.

"Little toys should not be shown in front of us. No matter how much you do, the result will remain the same" the White Swallow sneered with a cynical smile.

Cakra Buana just smiled knot. He was also amazed at the courage of the White Wallet. Although his age can not be said to be young, but his spirit to destroy evil is still burning like a fire that always burns.

The White Swallow stood up straight. Like a mountain standing strong. Whatever happens, it cannot be destroyed.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Twenty shadows flashed. In just the blink of an eye, now in front of the two had stood dozens of people. Dozens of eyes looked sharply. Their gazes were as fierce as a hungry wolf.

Twenty of them were wearing black clothes. His face was also covered by a black veil. A wide variety of weapons have been brandished, ready to skin the bodies of Cakra Buana and White Swallow.

The aura of instantaneous killing felt extremely dense. The air there felt immediately crowded. In just a short moment, the page was full of people.

"It turns out that the greatness of the landlord's name is not just nonsense" muttered Cakra Buana.

"This is not how much. All this is just the beginning of the real thing,"

"I knew. But this alone, at least it's been able to kill a high-scientific intruder,"

"Rubber. Their cooperation deserves a thumbs up. I think you're ready,"

"I'm always ready,"

Things become quiet. No one makes a sound. A flash of sharp weapon light looked like the shadow of a Death Angel that could at any moment take lives.

Yush!!!

The branch!!! The branch!!!

A loud clang sounded. The White Swallow had already taken out his sword-shaped weapon. Sharp not playing. Although it looks nothing special from the sword, but anyone knows that the weapon is a very dangerous heirloom.

The White Wallet had already fought against ten people. His sword play was very fast. Very violent and very deadly.

The Nameless Swordsman had also fought. Both of his hands were flicked. Occasionally he delivers punches and lightning kicks towards the opponent.

In order to face low-class people like them, the young man did not need to use the Dragon Sword and Tiger.

Wutt!!!

A great wind came crashing. It came like a raging wave.

His body launched several high-class attacks. In just a few shocks, his body had been enveloped by dozens of opponent weapons.

The clangg!!!

It sounds ten times the same sound. Ten guns were broken into two pieces by him.

Right and left hand launched a tread attack. He immediately took out the Dragon God Tread which was the first move.

The ten people bounced fifteen steps back. They died instantly. His mouth spewed fresh blood.

On his side, the White Swallow was also the same. The old man launched a terrible sword. With the Swirling Sword above the Clouds, he crushed all ten of his opponents.

In just less than fifteen minutes, twenty lives had been lost in the hands of the White Swallow and the Nameless Swordsman.

Smell of blood. The wind blew the news of death. The Nameless Swordsman and the White Swallow returned to their original positions. It was as if the two had not experienced any battle. For the clothes of the two men were still pure. There was not a single blood stain on his clothes.

Yush!!!

Three shadows flashed and knew already standing before the two people.

"Who are you?" ask one of them.

"Whoever we are is not important,"

"It's very important, really,"

"Why?" ask the White Swallow.

"So we can put a signboard over your grave,"

"Hemm, don't just bullshit. Better prove your point," challenge White Swallow.

"Good,"

As soon as his words were finished, the three shadows instantly attacked ferociously. Three machete sticks swung targeting various important points on the body.

The White Swallow is moving faster. His sword again showed his fangs. Every swing of the sword he withered brought forth a sharp wind roar capable of tearing through the skin.

He's fighting one man. But it was directly above the wind.

The remaining two men attacked Cakra Buana. Although they do not know who the young man is, but both know, the dangerous thing is him.

The clapp!!!

Both Cakra Buana hands clamp two machete rods. The clasp is very strong. Although they exert energy to pull back the machete, but the machete still did not move in the slightest.

The clasp of Cakra Buana is very strong. It was as if none of the forces were able to release his screams.

Two of his opponents looked at each other. A sense of trepidation began to haunt his mind. All their lives, they had only seen that there was a young man who possessed such a high ability.