Swordsman Without a Name

Battle III

The Third Flying Dragon smiled sinisterly while still looking towards the Unrivaled Milky Way Tiger who was now in pain.

Without even bothering about it anymore, the Third Flying Dragon then returned to its ranks. Before he got there, his pair of eyes stared at the Nameless Swordsman who was also having a fight.

"I took your revenge in the Tiger King's Village. One more step, he must die," he murmured softly.

Meanwhile, Ming Tian Bao seemed to notice the injuries that had now filled the body of the Northern grandfather. According to the look in his eyes, the wound was not a light wound. The wounds are heavy injuries.

Although it is not toxic, the effect is great. I don't know what style the members of the Flying Dragon Organization have used. But for sure, he had only seen this kind of wound.

"You okay?" ask him to Poh Kuan Tao.

"While good, don't worry too much. I won't die just from this kind of wound" he replied casually. Calem's face. But his voice trembled slightly as it endured the pain.

The old man was a martial grandfather. Its position in the green forest is also very high. How could he possibly show an expression of pain just from such a wound?

The King of Poison No Medicines did not discuss further. He has a slightly strange character. That is if there are others who are struggling to feel against the pain of a wound, be it a toxic wound or not, as long as the sufferer does not ask for help, he said, then until whenever Ming Tian Bao would not help him. Not at all will.

He himself sometimes feels confused by the character that has existed since he was a child. Is the character good, or bad?

Regardless of good or bad, he never thought too much about it. Clearly, that was his true character.

Poh Kuan Tao the Tigau Sakti No Tanding has returned to their respective ranks. Without saying anything, the old man immediately sat down cross-legged and then immediately channeled pure air throughout the body to treat all the wounds he was currently suffering.

To the right of the Northern grandfather's fight against the Third Flying Dragon earlier, there was also a fight that was no less formidable.

The fight belongs to the Blind Who Knows Everything. The handsome young man who possessed an ocean-wide knowledge gained the opponent of the Fourth Flying Dragon.

The person he was facing was currently wearing a silver spear weapon with a blood-red rod. The glint of the spear eyes looked extremely sharp. Once seen, everyone will certainly understand that the sharp object is a high-level mestika weapon.

Not many warriors have such a style. Besides being very rare, even if someone is selling, it must be very expensive.

The red spear. The black dress.

A very suitable and harmonious blend of colors. If the two colors are combined, it is certain that the combined results will produce a haunted color. Scary. And shakes the heart of anyone who looks at it.

Their fight had already been going on for the twenties. All this time, the Blind Who Knows Everything never retaliated against the opponent's attack. He simply dodged or repelled every attack of the Fourth Flying Dragon.

So far, I do not know how many times he almost died because of the ferocious attack of the Fourth Flying Dragon. Fortunately, he is the Blind One Who Knows Everything.

So that any friend attacks the opponent, as hard as the determination of the person, the Blind Who Knows Everything can still kink without feeling difficulty.

Actually, to what extent was the ability level of the young man who was unable to see that?

Actually, no one can answer that question. Including the Blind Who Knows Everything Himself.

If he doesn't know himself, what else does he have?

Yush!!!

Everyone present there was only able to see a streak of silvery rays piercing through the void air.

Arakkk!!! Bukk!!!

The spear that was intended to puncture the throat of the Blind Who Knows Everything, now must be willing to stop with a distance of half a knuckle. Somehow the young man was able to catch the glide of the mighty sharp weapon.

Along with the incident, the young man whose real name was Li Guan then launched a palm strike towards the chest of the Fourth Flying Dragon.

One body was thrown far enough back. But not the body of the Blind One Who Knows Everything, but the body of the Fourth Flying Dragon. That person had rolled a moment before finally stopping and trying to get back up.

Thick blood suddenly shot out from the corner of his right lip.

Wutt!!!

A shadow shot into their midst. Ming Tian Bao as the referee immediately stopped his second move.

"The fight's over, you've been hurt. And the Blind Who Knows Everything that comes out as a winner" said the old man.

Although all the members of the Flying Dragon Organization knew that the great-grandfather of the lake was on the side of the Tionggoan swordsman, they did not deny that he was very fair.

As long as the referee has to be fair. It matters who wins and who loses. Clearly, justice is the main thing.

The Fourth Flying Dragon did not speak a word. Li Guan the Blind Knows Everything.

The two figures immediately returned to their respective positions.

Bukkk!!!

The loud clashing sound from the right side sounded so loud that it shocked everyone. Dozens of pairs of eyes immediately glanced at the place where the voice came from.

There it turned out to be Tian Hoa the Old Demon of Heaven Earth. While the opponent is the Beautiful Goddess of Seven Lives. The main leader of the Flying Dragon Organization. Although she was only a woman, she was the strongest, also the greatest.

Everyone knows about this.

Therefore, among all the battles that went simultaneously, it seems that the most difficult fight belongs to Tian Hoa the grandfather of perverts.

The violent clash had apparently come from both of their palms. So great that the impact made the palms of the two men reflect thin white smoke.

It seems not only a clash of external forces, maybe accompanied by a clash of sinkang (sakti power).

The Beautiful Goddess of Seven Lives looked calm and very calm. His face even smiled cynically at Tian Hoa. In contrast to the opponent, the old grandfather's face actually described a half-empty feeling of surprise.

A sweat the size of soybean seeds has dropped from the forehead to the temples. He never expected that the opponent's power was really on top of him. Even the distance that was stretched was quite far.

Inevitably, now Tian Hoa believed that all the members of the Flying Dragon Organization turned out to be in accordance with what he had heard.