Swordsman Without a Name

White Swallow Pushed

Crash!!! Crash!!!

Two slashes. Two heads fell down. In just a few deadly attacks, both of his opponents had died headless.

The White Swallow instantly retreated after killing his two opponents. The old man did not want to take too much of a risk. That's why he chose to find safety.

The Nameless Swordsman and the White Swallow returned to their original positions as before.

Seeing the fact that the Four Demonic Twin Swords were taking their lives in just a few moments, the other faces instantly turned great. Both the crepe, the burly one and the fat one, all showed extremely angry expressions.

Under the tree, the Sword Body was still standing quietly. The person did not speak, he just nodded smilingly at the intense fight that made him feel stunned.

"good. It turns out that the Four Demonic Twin Swords are also incapable of killing the two of you. Then, it is time now that we intervene," said the fat man in a violent voice.

The faces of the three people turned great. If previously they looked very friendly, now it actually looks very cruel. So grim.

It was as if all the anger on the face of this earth had been poured out on these three people. His face turned dark. A drowning of hope that has been lost.

"Here, don't talk much anymore. If you really intend to intervene, go down now. Don't just brag like a barking dog," the White Swiftlet sneered.

He was fed up with meaningless fighting. As a top-class figure, he would be happy if he managed to find a formidable opponent. But if you find an opponent far below him, the White Swallow will actually fight lazily.

"You are asking to hasten your own death. Well, then, we'll get it right now,"

Yush!!!

The crew armed with two twin swords immediately shot forward. His two swords were removed just before his body arrived before the White Swallow.

Two silver lights flashed slashing down from the right and left sides. Now the White Swallow gasped. He did not expect that the opponent who resembled a living skull, turned out to have a very extraordinary speed.

The sharp sword that had killed many souls had already been swung down as well. He dodged while launching a counterattack.

The wind felt on the body. That person jolted back, his opponent this time turned out to be really not a careless opponent. Although the slash of his two swords did not hit his own body, it turned out that the wind of his slash alone had brought about a heat full of death.

'If this is the way, I must not play games anymore, ' his mind while watching the opponent's movements carefully.

In a battle as fierce as now, he had to exert all his abilities. Even if the situation is urgent, inevitably the White Wallet must issue a saving style that he rarely uses.

The cramp attacked again. Fourteen slashes and ten stabs were instantly shot out at high speed. His small body gave it its own advantages, namely that he was able to move quickly beyond the expectations of his opponent.

With the Catch Lover Throwing Tiger, the cramp continued to attack the White Swallow ferociously. The sabetan and sword thrusts seem to endlessly threaten to various important points on the human body.

At his side, the fatty who was armed with a spiked iron ball had already attacked the Nameless Swordsman. The iron ball bound with the chain was rotated so fast that its shape vanished.

What is seen is not the shadow of a spiked iron ball, precisely what is seen is a black shadow that eve a dense death.

Wutt!!!

The ball was released attacking the Nameless Swordsman. If it reaches his body, it is certain that the body will be crushed. The power contained within that iron ball was equivalent to the weight of hundreds of kilos.

His right hand is open. A powerful force charged forward first. The dust billows bringing death. The wind blew very hard.

Blarr!!!

The fat man was pushed three steps. But his body did not suffer the slightest injury, the body full of fat was only trembling slightly. I don't know when and somehow, but it turns out he had pulled the iron ball and was hit with the palm of Cakra Buana.

Cakra Buana himself was a little shocked when he saw how fast that person was. Fortunately, the young man had channeled pure air throughout the body, so he did not experience pain when he clashed with the strange weapon.

The burly man still hasn't intervened. That person took the two fights seriously in turn. Sometimes he glanced at the Cakra Buana fight, sometimes he glanced at the White Swallow fight.

The White Swallow is currently picking at the crepe. His sword was like a raging storm. Destroying all sorts of things and bringing about a thick death.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

A loud clang rang out loud as his sword clashed against the opponent's weapon. He had already brought out his stash of moves called Berkelit From Death Strikes Ferociously.

That move was the perfect point achievement of his swordplay. His attack is beyond doubt.

The branch!!!

Very violent clashes occurred. The flattened was shocked half to death when he realized that one sword had been broken into two pieces. The tip of his sword was thrown into a tree trunk.

The White Swallow intended to launch its final attack. Who would have thought, before that happened, four powerful wind rolls came crashing from the right.

The burly has intervened. Four long-range punches he lay as fierce as possible. Not finished the previous attack, his large leg had floated up as well as sowing death.

Blarr!!!

The White Swallow did not escape. The two wind rolls managed to snatch his body in a crushing manner. He was immediately thrown and rolled on the ground. His mouth spewed out fresh blood that was not small.

The burly one did not want to waste this golden opportunity. He set his foot on the ground and then slid back towards the White Swallow.

His two hands brought the news of death. This time the attack was much more intense. For all his abilities have been poured out perfectly.

Blarr!!!

Two punches back hit the White Swallow's body in a landslide. The old man was thrown back. His body felt crumpled because it did not have time to withstand the opponent's attack.

The cramp who felt very angry because one sword was broken, he immediately attacked meekly when he saw this one good opportunity.

The sword shook so much that it turned like thousands of swords. Scrolling with great energy came out from the tip of the sword. No more chance to escape. The White Swallow was only able to grit his teeth while enduring the pain.

He raised his sword to resist the attack of the cramp.

The branch!!!