Swordsman Without a Name

Death of the Sword Expert

Meanwhile, along with the incident, the Beautiful Sword of Khayangan was also still in his position. The sword was still stuck in the heart of the opponent.

Right now, the distance of the golden nail was only half a step away from him.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

Suddenly there was an elongated black radiance that shot out from the side of the Blue-Scared Goddess. The clash in the air happened again. The five golden spikes had shot out in all directions.

The Blue-faced Goddess survived death.

The black light turned out to be an intermediary for his safety. Sinta immediately looked towards the arrival of the black light earlier, seeing the Red-faced Goddess smiling towards him. In his right hand was a small object that was shiny because it was highlighted by a lantern.

Black needle.

A secret weapon that never failed its owner turned out to have saved his life.

"You're not papa?" sian-li asked Bwee Hua while walking towards him.

"I'm fine Rai, you don't worry" he replied with a gentle smile.

The two omnipresent girls threw their smiles at the same time. Both of them really resembled two Goddesses.

Meanwhile, the battle of the Nameless Swordsman against the Twin Sword God was also underway. Their battles were much more exciting and tense than the other two battles.

Both of them were swordsmen, both of whom managed to reach the highest stage in a swordsmanship. If someone is like this, no longer needed the number of moves, no need for help or variations of each style, they only need speed, accuracy, and estimates for when to determine a deadly attack.

Because every slash and stab is a move. Every slightest movement of the sword was a science. Even if it was just plucking and sheathing back its sword, it was still an ability.

Pulling out the sword of an expert and a layman was very distinguishable. If a layman does not use any technique or feeling, then an expert is quite the opposite.

Every time they drew or sheathed a sword, they always used feelings. Using heart and soul. His soul is a sword. The sword is his soul.

Right now in that battle arena, the Twin Sword God had already unleashed his great skill. The two swords clasped in both hands were like two mighty dragons searching the sky.

Complicated movements. Quick. And deadly. Every stroke and stab brings death. Two sword rays had already rolled the Nameless Swordsman. The young man was cooped up in the sword light produced by the opponent's attack.

The Twin Sword God was moving increasingly faster. Thousands of sword points were created. The dazzling silver light appeared like a beautiful reanglala at dusk.

Everyone hold their breath. Every martial figure present looked at the course of their fight seriously.

This battle is a determination. Determination of the life and death of a swordsman in the martial world of the Land of Pasundan.

The branch!!! Slebb!!!

Amidst the glint of sword light, there was suddenly a one-off impact. After that, it was immediately followed by the sound of a stab that managed to hit its target by a landslide.

The sword light has disappeared. Thousands of sword points also disappeared. No more beautiful reanglala, no loud impact. There is only the end. The end of one of the swordsmen's lives.

Things are starting to normal again. The dust that had covered the battle arena, had now disappeared.

The Dragon Sword and the Tiger belonging to the Nameless Swordsman had pierced through the throat of the Twin Sword God so fiercely. The sword broke by half.

The Twin Sword God could still stand. Even a smile he threw at the Nameless Swordsman. Not a cynical smile. Not a humbling smile.

Except for a proud smile. The most sincere smile of admiration from the bottom of the heart. Like the smile of a lover because of the satisfaction given by his partner.

His twin swords had already fallen to the ground. But until now, the Twin Sword God was still able to survive. Only his entire body had started to turn deathly pale. Especially his face.

"Great, very good sword style. Is ... is this the so-called sword style that has reached the perfect stage?" asked the Twin Sword God with great difficulty.

"really. The moves I used were named Shaped Lightning Sword Steps. A perfect level sword stance that I have," Cakra Buana replied honestly.

Finished saying, the young man instantly whipped out the Dragon Sword and the Tiger that was previously still stuck in his opponent's throat.

"Shaped Lightning Sword Steps …"

The Twin Sword God continued to repeat the remark until he finally breathed his last. His body fell to the ground. He's really dead.

One of the Dark Lord's favorite disciples was killed bringing a feeling of joy to the afterlife. It can be seen from his lips. Even though his life had already floated, but the lips seemed to continue giving a sincere smile.

A swordsman who is crazy, then killed by a famous swordsman, who is not happy?

Like the charity who dies while he is doing charity, will he not be happy?

The Nameless Swordsman breathed a sigh of relief. Her grudge is almost complete. Only two more steps left, then the young man would immediately complete the entire task that he had been hugging. Just a little more, then the burden that had been pinning his shoulders will soon disappear.

All the fights that had just passed were counted very fast. But even though this was true, all the martial figures present were amazed. Unnerved. Some even don't believe.

Because what they saw just now, was actually a very terrible battle, and the moves used by those people were rare. A rarely seen in the martial world.

Which warrior was not amazed by that fierce battle?

The mood is still quiet. No one dared to open their voice. They were still motionless like a stone statue.

After the terrible battle earlier, will there be a much more devastating battle?

The face of the Dark Lord who was currently disguised as the Kresna Catapult Prabu looked increasingly grim. He looks a few years older.

Maybe it was because he was thinking of something he had never imagined before.

But is it true that just because of a thought, one can appear older than the actual age?

"Four of your students are dead. Right now maybe they are receiving the reciprocity of what has been done at the time of his life on the face of the earth," said the Nameless Swordsman as he stared intently at the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord would not answer. He just smiled cynically. His pair of eyes stared increasingly sharply at Cakra Buana.

"I know, they are slaughtered by their own stupidity and carelessness" replied the Dark Lord with a sadistic smile.