Swordsman Without a Name

Great Fight in the Grasslands

Now change, it's Cakra Buana's turn to frown. Initially the young man suspected that the two grandmothers were emissaries of the Black Hooded Master.

Only now was his conjecture a big mistake. Not only not the messenger, but both of them do not know at all who the Black Hooded Boss is.

What does this mean? Does anyone else want his life, too?

"Didn't you know the Black-hooded Boss?" ask the Nameless Swordsman to be sure.

"Not just don't know, we've never even heard his name. Only now do we know there's a man named Black-Hawed Master,"

The body of the Buana chakra shakes. Between believing and not believing. In this world, it turns out that there are still others who are able to command high-class figures like the Black Hooded Boss, approximately, who is the person?

"In that case, who really told you to kill me?"

"Someone you certainly never thought of before,"

"Are you not going to tell me?"

"Never will,"

The Nameless Swordsman instantly remained silent. All his life, he never forced anyone. If the person does not want to speak honestly, then Cakra Buana will not force him.

If you don't want to be forced, then you better not force people.

"You want to kill me? If it's only two people, it's not enough" Cakra Buana said.

That speech is not arrogance. It's a reality. If only relying on the energy of two parents like them, how could it possibly be able to kill a figure like the Nameless Swordsman?

"Who said we were just the two of us?"

Finished saying so, suddenly a grandmother clapped her hands slowly. Just three pats. But the three claps can change everything.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

The shadow of man darted from behind the endless thickets. The speed of each of those shadows was really hard to imagine. Anyone can guess that they must be first-class warriors in the martial world.

Just a few jolts away, the place that had been quiet suddenly became crowded. No less than fifteen martial figures were already present there.

They stand in line. All of them looked sharply at the Nameless Swordsman. The fifteen figures were wearing their respective immortal weapons.

Spear, machete, keris, sword, trident, all kinds of heirloom forms are there at this time.

Cakra Buana was shocked half to death. It turns out he's been surrounded. The surroundings of the place seemed to have been filled with enemies that could not be looked down upon.

"Is that enough now?" asked the grandmother while smiling coldly.

"It could have been, could have not been,"

"Compulsive,"

Yush!!!

He suddenly shot forward at high speed. His body shot out like an arrow, two long-distance blows flashed with all ability.

Yellow light flashed. The two great attacks instantly charged towards the Nameless Swordsman in a crushing manner. The head and stomach were his targets.

But at the same time, Cakra Buana also performs a movement. His body suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Bukk!!!

The old granny who had the sound of a splash was suddenly pushed forward. He almost fell down.

Bukk!!!

Before getting into position, it turned out that another attack had arrived. His body was beaten back by people. If previously slumped forward, then now even pushed back.

"Rotten boy. I'm kicking you …"

Yush!!!

He attacked again. But this time it is not alone, because his partner who is both a stern-faced old grandmother has also intervened directly into the field.

Two old figures of the lake river had pounded the Nameless Swordsman. Although they were empty-handed warriors, the strength of their hands could not be looked at one eye.

Of the many people present, Cakra Buana actually felt that these two old grandmothers were the most frightening. Of the dozens of sharp weapons tigers, according to him, these two pairs of hands are precisely the sharpest.

Plakk!!! Plakk!!!

The first collision happened. The three pairs of hands met in the middle of the road. The two grandmothers were driven six spears away. Their bodies are shaking. The blood inside him was stirring violently.

While the Nameless Swordsman was only driven by four spears. He was better than his two enemies.

"Why are you guys still quiet? Kill that young man!!!" a grandmother said she gave orders.

"Good …"

Wutt!!! Yush!!!

Dusk which should be enjoyed with boiled yams and tobacco, now it is even enjoyed with a great fight.

The Nameless Swordsman slightly regretted this. It's just, he doesn't want to drag on. The anger that had previously flared violently, the anger that had been raised, now he vented on the dozens of people.

Kingg!!!

The Dragon and Tiger swords had been plucked from the scabbard. Red light burst out mixed with light until the sun.

Eve sudden death felt thick. The sword immediately gave off its incomparable charm. A red light enveloped the entire sword shaft.

Cakra Buana's anger flared back. His sword also impatiently wanted to take its toll.

Yush!!!

The Nameless Swordsman moved. He was determined to kill everyone who wanted to kill him.

The Shaped Unshaped Lightning Sword Technique was shown to its maximum point.

Body disappeared. So too with his sword. No one can see how the sword moves. No one could even witness what the attacks of the Nameless Swordsman were like.

The attacks contained in this style were extremely fast. It may even be faster than the lightning that hits the earth. So that no one can see how the form of the attack.

That is why this style is called the Shaped Lightning Sword.

Quickly exceed lightning. Fast until no shape.

Crash!!! Crash!!!

The two top-class figures became the first victims of the Dragon Sword and the Tiger. Blood gushed profusely from the cuttings of his neck. Their own heads were bouncing far away out of nowhere.

His body collapsed to the ground in the middle of that great fight. Thirteen of his colleagues screamed stifledly. Even though those people are heretical warriors, they are still the same humans as usual.

Not yet exhausted the blood spurts of the two victims, now the other blood spurts have been repeated again. Three lives were lost in a very short time. All three are stuck in the neck as well.

Three bodies collapsed again. Three human heads were thrown again. The great fight continues. But the guts of all the enemies of the Nameless Swordsman were not as big as before.

If earlier those people were savage like a vicious pack of wolves. What is happening now is the opposite. They were just like a pack of wolves that had lost their fangs.

The grassland that was supposed to be moistened by dew, was now instead moistened by blood. Fresh blood. Human blood.

Unknowingly, back there, the two grandmothers were also horrified to see this scene. They almost vomited because of the smell of blood.