Swordsman Without a Name

The Snake Poison Without Biders

His battle of the Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart against his disciple the Blue Orchid Goddess, was fierce and fierce. Both look equally proficient in every use of the manager.

When the fight reached the twenty-third stage, a violent clash occurred. The two palms of the former teacher and disciple met until they made a loud explosive sound.

The two were pushed back ten steps each.

Their breaths were piqued. Sweat has washed the whole body. It was as if they had run for tens of kilometers.

"Until any time, a disciple will still never be able to defeat his own teacher as long as that disciple only studies to one person" Nyai told the Poison Hand as their fight paused.

The Blue Orchid Goddess did not directly answer the words of her teacher. For he himself knows the truth of these words. Now he regretted not looking for a teacher after committing treason.

If only he had sought a new teacher and learned all the books that had been stolen, he might have now become the ruler of the martial world.

Honey, it's too late. All the books he studied. But not to the end. Because there are several volumes and upper level moves that require more depth and guidance of a very expert teacher.

Each heirloom book, must have its own implied meaning. If you can uncover the veil behind the meaning, then the person will find something that everyone wants green forests.

Whatever book it is.

Because the greatness of a book is not in the style contained in it. Precisely true greatness is in something invisible.

Even the Nameless Swordsman himself had yet to find the full meaning implied in the Book of 7 Dragon and Tiger Steps. The same is true in Book 3 of the Lightning Sword.

If he had found the implied meaning, he would have become a swordsman without a match.

Yeah, now he hasn't found it. But I don't know someday. Because of the future of man, no one knows for sure.

All can only guess without giving certainty.

The Blue Orchid Goddess was truly sorry because she had fallen asleep over everything she achieved.

Regrets always come at the end. Because at the beginning, the name is registration.

"Hemm, is it true? Let's prove it now. Because of you old grandmother, my plan that was almost achieved, had to be buried deeply," the Blue Orchid Goddess snapped to His Poison Hand.

The old woman was very angry. A dozen years he cared for himself with affection, now he was snapped in front of many people.

Anger overflows. Like a puddle of water ready to drown a settlement at any time.

"Murid. If today you are not finished in my hands, do not call me grandfather of the green jungle" he said in a furious tone.

He immediately unleashed all the abilities he possessed. Deep energy and an extremely powerful air, began to seep out from his body.

Wind blows. Bringing news of death, bringing sadness. Carrying the haru taste within his chest was the Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart.

Although the Blue Orchid Goddess had betrayed him. But inwardly, he would still forgive if indeed the former student was willing to apologize. Even with pleasure, the door of his heart was always open to live together again as it was once.

Honey, it's all just a false hope that will never come. Everything has changed. Everything is different.

In fact, His Poison Hand did not want to bring out the style of his powerful creation. Because if the new style has come out, then the style must swallow the victim.

But what power? His intelligence has been successfully mastered carefully by his former students. If it is not issued now, he is worried that he will become a victim.

"Grush …"

The old woman shouted out mentioning the moves she put out. Because if done that way, then the nurse will be twice as terrible.

A terrible style because it contains a poison that has no cure. Let alone others, he himself had not found the antidote.

The Blue Orchid Goddess gasped. He had finished studying all the moves mastered by His Poison Hand Sacred Heart. But all his life, he had never seen a style like the one now issued.

He was confused about having to fend off with which style? Because of all the knowledge he mastered, there was nothing like the Snake Poison Force without an Antidote.

Suddenly, his body of the Poison Hand shot extremely fast forward. His body had turned dark green and gave off a pungent smell that could interfere with the opponent's sense of smell as well as concentration.

Even so great the style, the characters who saw their fight from a distance even though, also smell the pungent smell.

"Shut your mouth and channel the energy in to protect each of your bodies. The old granny did not play around anymore, it felt like this was a terrible move she had managed to create by herself," the Golden Spear King from the North warned the others.

The Anti-Antidating Snake Poison Cell Juror is still a new skill. Actually, the move is the result of a combination of all the books he has studied so far. Including the book that is now in the grasp of the Blue Orchid Goddess.

The Anti-Antidating Poison Serpent Force contained the basic essence of all his books. Because of this, it feels no wonder if the style created is a terrible style.

His two hands first launched an attack of green smoke like thousands of snakes. The smoke rolled up and surrounded the Blue Orchid Goddess.

The beautiful woman was a fool. He closed his respiratory senses for a while so as not to smell the pungent smell released by the green smoke.

It's just the question, how long can he hold his breath? He's still human. Not Gods.

His Poison Hand Sacred Heart had arrived before the Blue Orchid Goddess. Without wasting any time, a spate of hot air blows and carrying a pungent smell, instantly lunged at the beautiful woman.

Body whirring. He hit from the right side. His left hand was looking for the neck. The right hand is pointing to the stomach.

The Blue Orchid Goddess gasped. His two hands swung to fend off the two attacks.

He has made a mistake.

Because his legs are empty. As soon as his two Poison Hand blows were successfully repelled by his former disciple, his right leg immediately floated down to hit his left thigh.

The quick kick was also terrible.

The Blue Orchid Goddess. He fell down while letting out a stifled cry. As a result, he unintentionally forgot. He forgot that he had to hold his breath.

When inhaling the surrounding air, the green smoke directly entered his nose and then continued to the lungs and then spread to all other parts of the body through blood.

Suddenly his movement stopped. His body was silent like a statue.

That was when the last move arrived.

One powerful palm strike hit the Blue Orchid Goddess very severely.

"Heughh …"

A stifled voice sounded. He bounced far back.