Swordsman Without a Name

Ten Demons

But it turned out that blood was not the blood of the Nameless Swordsman. Except for the blood of the Eyebrow Eyebrows Rajawali itself.

Even the dream he never thought that the style he could always rely on all this time turned out to be a failure. Though all this time he was always sure that the nurse would definitely succeed in terms of killing his enemy.

Unexpectedly, it turns out that tonight he met with failure. A small failure that ended fatally.

The Eyebrow Golok Mata Rajawali had actually forgotten one thing. In this world, whatever it was, it would definitely not succeed forever. Of the many successes, one day will surely meet failure.

Anyone, on this earth, must have experienced it. No matter who he was, no matter how great, he must have failed even if only once.

Only once, but that one time was decisive. Although a little, even a little can turn into a lot.

As experienced by the character in the Tiger King Village. The mistake was only a little, but eventually it even became big.

He was too sure, too confident that his manager would always succeed. He strongly believed that his manager would not be disappointed. Who knows, it turns out that now the move even makes him disappointed.

Disappointed forever.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger belonging to the Nameless Swordsman managed to scratch the old man's chest. The resulting wound is wide and deep enough.

Blood was gushing more and more. The fishy smell of blood is more clearly smelled by the nose.

The old man seemed to want to say something one last time, but no sound came out of his mouth. It only seemed that mouth was going up and down.

The Nameless Swordsman noticed the old mouth movement in order to understand its meaning.

He only found the word "be careful" from the mouth of the Eyebrow Eyebrow Eyebrow Rajawali.

After that, the old man immediately collapsed to the ground. His sword fell clanging, his body collapsing thumping.

The Nameless Swordsman stood his ground. The blood of the Monstrous Eyebrow still dripped on the tip of the Dragon Sword and the Tiger.

The young man breathed deeply. Just a moment into the Tiger King's Village alone, he had almost died a few times already. Cakra Buana could not imagine what if he had been in the nest of the dragon for a long time.

Now he may not have been hurt. He may still be safe at the moment. Still lucky.

But will he remain so? If not forever will work, does that mean it will not always be lucky?

Cakra Buana's leaving from there. He deliberately did not clean up the bodies, the time was very little so he did not want to waste the time.

His body flashed like a sigh in the middle of the night. In just the blink of an eye, the young man had disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The fifties of spears ahead there was the place he was looking for. This place is his main purpose. The young man then accelerated the science of lightening his body.

The red shadow flashed faster. The wind that was caused also grew louder. A moment later, the distance of the fifties of the spear was only fifteen more spears.

Just a few more jumps, the Nameless Swordsman would definitely arrive in front of the place. Even from the distance just now, dozens of tombstones were already clearly plastered before his eyes.

Suddenly the atmosphere turned silent. The cold weather was bone-chilling. The feather of the Nameless Swordsman suddenly stood alone.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

Ten black shadows darted swiftly from the darkness of the night. They immediately locked up Cakra Buana. Their movements are very agile. Very smart, very well trained.

From the first look at his movements alone, the Nameless Swordsman had already guessed that the ten people must have been able to work together very well.

The young man had to cancel his intention. He immediately stood up while looking fiercely at the ten figures.

They stared furiously at the young man of Pasundan Land. Their eyes are very sharp. It even feels sharper than a knife.

It had been a while the two sides faced off, but no one had spoken between them yet.

"Where are you going?" ask one of them.

Voice haunted. A bunch of his face at the moment. The voice also contained a very thick killing appetite. With pitch-black clothes and a dark face, the ten figures looked like angry demons.

"Wherever I go, it's none of your business" replied the Nameless Swordsman no less fierce.

"You may have gotten past those guys, but don't expect you to get past us" he said in a very arrogant tone.

"If it hasn't been proven, how can you possibly be so trusting?"

"Because I've been able to measure your abilities" said the fellow. His face was no less sinister, even the person who spoke was now even more sinister, because his posture was different from the others.

"What it looks, it's not necessarily what it looks,"

Cakra Buana says something real. Sometimes what we see is not what it really looks like. There are times when the outer appearance is different from the inner appearance.

"Okay, I'll prove it now. We see, whether you can survive the Ten Demons or not," he said half-screaming.

The ten black shadows immediately took their respective positions.

The name of the Ten Demons was no longer foreign. Everyone who has long ventured in the martial world, that person must have heard how the creepy nickname.

The name of the Ten Demons was famous for its unequaled cruelty. They were also famous because all of their members were first-class figures.

They will not submit to anyone forever. Unexpectedly, now they were even submitting to Poh Kuan Tao the Tigers Sakti No Match.

From this alone can be judged how strong and powerful the power of the grandfather of the North.

It turned out that after a long time of not appearing themselves, the Ten Demons were instead under the control of the Tigers Sakti No Match.

If we don't meet in person, who will believe this?

Ten sharp weapons had shot out in the direction of the Nameless Swordsman. All the attacks came like a speck of rain falling to the earth.

All deadly attacks. Every attack leads to death.

Ten weapons are aiming for all the important points in Cakra Buana's body.

The young man was fully prepared. He had prepared himself to face all sorts of possibilities. Now that it was time for action to return, he instantly unsheathed the Dragon and Tiger Sword.

His body soared upward and then swooped down like an eagle. His movements are very fast and agile.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

The loud clangs were heard. That means the terrible fight has restarted.

Although his body was already quite tired, even though his inner strength had been quite drained, but the Nameless Swordsman remained spirited.

He knew, the greater the desire, the greater the obstacles that will be faced.

For this reason, Cakra Buana is not afraid.