Swordsman Without a Name

Anger

A loud voice sounded very loud deafening. The White Swallow flinched. All his life, he had just experienced something like this.

The sword that had always accompanied him in all sorts of battles, now the tip had been broken by the opponent. The sword tip fell to the ground.

The White Swallow immediately felt limp at that very moment. A swordsman, if his sword is broken, doesn't that mean his life will also be floated?

For swordsmen like the White Swallow and the cramp, the sword is him. And he is a sword. The two fused into one so as to produce a powerful force if in a fight.

But now one of his lives has been killed. That means, the other life will also be lost.

He just realized, it turns out that the crepe actually has a power that is higher than what he showed before. He was just waiting for the right time.

Against the swordsman choose a match, timeliness is indeed a very important calculation.

When he saw the burly intervening, that was when the crate gathered all his strength in the sword. Power in fierce, anger, flames of vengeance and deep hatred, fused into one thus giving rise to a terrifying power.

When everything was in accordance with the calculations, the cramp immediately shot unexpectedly by his opponent at all.

The cramp didn't get there. He continued his terrible attack. His sword darted quickly giving a great stab.

The stab was the last stab. It was the last attack.

With a landslide, the sword that carried the vengeance pierced through to the back. The target is right in the middle of the throat.

The White Swallow let out a stifled sick moan. Fresh blood immediately filled his mouth. He is unable to say. After all, what would he say?

His eyes looked far away. Tens or even hundreds of battles that had gone by, suddenly flashed in his shadow. The shadow of man in pain when he died, the shadow of the head detached from its place, the shadow of blood that pooled, everything appeared in turn.

The immeasurable pain began to gnaw at his body. The pain no one can match.

Is this what we call death? Was this sick when life was dying?

His eyes began to close. That blood-filled mouth slowly revealed a satisfied smile.

He was satisfied to have died at the hands of the swordsman who was worth it. Although previously there was a sense of regret for failing to carry out the entire task, but now the regret has disappeared and replaced with a sense of satisfaction.

The sword shaft that had previously been clasped, had now fallen to the ground. Along with the fall of the sword, his life was also lost.

The cramp pulled his sword out of the White Swallow's throat. Instantly the old man instantly collapsed to the ground.

At that time, the Nameless Swordsman was facing the fatty. That person expended all his abilities so that the position of the young man was in trouble. He could have helped the White Swallow, but at the risk of his life would have been lost.

If his life were to drift now, how would he be willing to complete his task? Therefore, by force, he was only able to hear the restrained voice of his best friend without having the opportunity to provide the slightest help.

The fat guy suddenly jumped back. He wanted to see how the expression of a warrior chose a life-sustaining match.

The fight stopped instantly. All eyes looked at the departure of the White Wallet. His three opponents looked delighted.

One tough opponent is dead. That means, the victory that can be achieved becomes even greater. Didn't we? With the combined strength of the three, it was certain that they were able to fight the Nameless Swordsman who was only alone.

But, were the three of them also capable of killing the Nameless Swordsman?

The wind blowing softly brought about all sorts of feelings. The feeling of the Nameless Swordsman was currently raging.

Sadness, anger, hatred and resentment mixed together to create a rumble in his chest.

She's upset. Real angry. Who wouldn't be mad to see his best friend die?

An aura of killing suddenly enveloped his body. The aura was extremely dense carrying with it a thick death air.

His eyes pushed sharply beyond the tip of the sword. Both of his hands shook violently. He looked at his three opponents.

"Hehehe, your partner is dead. Now you're the only one who's gonna catch up with him" said the flatterer, laughing snidely.

His confidence has returned. His fighting spirit had also grown again.

The Nameless Swordsman did not answer him. He just stood straight like a sturdy mountain far away.

Yush!!! Yush!!! Yush!!!

The three human shadows flashed very quickly towards him. They are divided into three positions. One in the middle, one on the right and one on the left.

Three different attacks were ready to hit his body. The present movement is far more powerful than the previous movement.

The crempeng, the burly and the fat man laughed out loud in between his attacks. They believed that this time his attack would not fail. Moreover, all the power they had poured out.

In the back there, the Sword Body actually seemed to change its facial expression. Only this time did he change his mimicry after previously looking heartless.

His forehead wrinkled. Several times he shook his head slowly. He seemed to regret the actions of his three comrades who were so reckless.

The opponent's attack has arrived. Three strikes, coming simultaneously.

The wind was so sharp that it was able to tear apart one's expectations. The sword incision slashed fiercely. The iron bole throw shot extremely fiercely. Two kinds of lucky punches arrived with all the power there was.

Suddenly a wind formed. The burly man, the crepe and the fat man were sucked into the whirlwind. They don't know what's going to happen soon.

Even so, they did not attract attacks. It even added strength to its attacks.

Blarr!!! Bokered up!!!

The sound of a huge explosion was heard. Eve of death spread outside bringing about a sinister feeling.

Three stifled cries echoed through space.

The vortex of the Awang is getting bigger. The dust that was enveloping also grew thicker.

Suddenly from inside the vortex a figure was thrown far back. Head ruptured. The gun is lost to nowhere. Blood flooded his body at that very moment.

Fat guy. The first person to be thrown was him. His death was really sad.

Not long after, a shadow shot back. Two hands and two feet were missing. All that's left is the limb. The screams of pain sounded tempestuous.

That guy's the cramp. He shouted loudly withstanding the pain. But it only happened for a moment. Because the next second, his life also floated.

One figure followed again. This time his entire body was intact. Even his clothes were intact. The outside did not suffer any injuries.

But inside don't ask anymore. The organ in the burrow is destroyed. Fresh blood kept coming out from all the holes in his body.