Swordsman Without a Name

The Blue Gool

But it seemed like the fifteen people earlier had also guessed that their opponent was not someone who could be taken lightly. Although he was still twenty-five years old, but his strength was qualified. Even his face looked five years younger.

It is only natural that people call him a young man.

Fifteen of them immediately moved back. The flash of sword light again shone in the middle of the darkness of the night. The whirring of a sharp wind pierced through the void sounded.

Cakra Buana does not want to continue to avoid. Even though he knew his fifteen other opponents than the others, but the young man would still bully him.

Both hands move. A cold wind blew against five opponents. They're stuck back. Two of them were immediately injured. Their waists were broken so that a loud bone sound could be heard.

Three people stood up. They're crashing back.

A great wind came out again. But the heat is hot, as opposed to the previous air.

The Nameless Swordsman twisted his body. Then he jerked both hands forward so that a roll of heat hit the other five opponents.

They were stranded, just like their previous counterparts. But this time, five of them suffered the same injury.

Their clothes are torn. Part of his body burned to a blister and spread a charred smell.

The five people threw themselves into the lake to reduce the feeling of heat that spread throughout the body.

There are eight more.

They became horrified when they saw their comrades injured in just one attack. But after thinking about it, they were even more horrified if they did not obey the orders of their master.

Because that means their lives will be lost in vain.

Eight people moved forward. They began to shake the sword with all their abilities. The wind rolled sharply. But the white young man looked very calm.

Water in the middle of the lake.

He twisted his two hands, the determined young man holding eight opposing sword rods. He pulled out all the enemies then struck simultaneously after dropping the sword earlier.

Eight people bounced five steps. Their chest felt very painful. But those people are stubborn. They wake up again. Even those previously injured also attacked again.

The Nameless Swordsman started to feel annoyed.

Sometimes humans are like that. Not a few people in this world are loved but they ask for a heart instead.

Cakra Buana gathers even more energy. The hot and cold air he took out simultaneously from each of his palms.

"Grand …"

Quite a loud explosion was heard. A scream of pain also sounded slashing the cold air.

Fifteen people bounced far back. They were like dried leaves that withered and then fell to the ground. Everyone is hurt bad. There are even some people who have broken bones in some parts of his body.

There are also those who vomit blood. Even five people instantly fell without lives.

Fifteen of them are now conscious. They have been mistaken for the previous assumption. It turned out that this young man was more terrifying than their employer.

Buana's chakra cleans the dust in her hands. He walked back in front of the old man in blue.

"Hows it? Are you satisfied to see the show just now?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied. The nickname of the Nameless Swordsman is not nonsense. I'm happy to meet a young swordsman like you,"

"Hemm, can I know who's talking to?"

"I used to be nicknamed the Blue Golok,"

"What an interesting call. I was wondering how your cleaver plays,"

"You can try it,"

"good. Please show the efficacy of your cleaver style," said Cakra Buana back to do the horses.

"I'm not used to killing unarmed people,"

"If I take out a weapon, maybe your life will be a guarantee,"

"Dying in the hands of a great swordsman is the wish of every swordsman,"

"If you're capable, then I deserve to die in your hands,"

"Good,"

The Nameless Swordsman immediately picked up the sword that was always wrapped in white cloth. He opened the fabric.

Looks like a dazzling heirloom sword. Take out the pamor that makes my feathers stand up. The entire sword was decorated with images of dragons and tigers. Not to mention the sword.

Anyone who saw this heirloom weapon, it was certain they would be interested to have it.

"Good sword" praised the Blue Golok.

"Thank you. You can take it,"

"Oh?"

"of course. As long as you can take it,"

The two warriors instantly fell silent. The Blue Golok had been carried away with the emotion of wanting to have an heirloom sword grasped by Cakra Buana. This made him lose a bit of focus.

But he wasn't a swordsman yesterday afternoon. As much as possible the Blue Golok returned his concentration again.

"Mirgin …"

The gizzard has been revoked. The handle of the blade is jet black. The trunk is so blinding white. A sign that the machete is a kind of heirloom as well.

The night is getting darker. The air is getting colder. Two people were still standing with heirloom weapons in their hands. Both seemed to be measuring up to where the opponent's strength was.

The Blue Gauge first moved. His burrow slashed towards the neck of the Nameless Swordsman.

Movement fast. Even too fast to know the machete is already on the edge of the neck Cakra Buana.

But the movement of the white youth was even faster.

"City …"

The first collision happened. He instantly condensed the opponent's weapon so that the Blue Goll was pushed two steps back.

The Cakra of Buana began to attack with great ferocity. He was like a hungry tiger. If a tiger is hungry, anything will happen.

Cakra Buana also crashing.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger emitted an angry light forming a reanglala. He immediately hunted his opponent with a terrifying attack.

Light radiates all over. The twang of the two heirlooms meeting sounded very loud.

The Blue Golok was not surprised. Because he already knew that the young man was not an indiscriminate youth. But he did not expect that his attack turned out to be this great.

The bulge he held shook violently. He immediately read it if he gets a chance. The two men danced under the rolling rays they created.

"Light Pursue the Prey …"

Swordsman No Name turned out to be no joke anymore. His mighty sword stance had been taken out at just the right moment.

The Blue Golok of course you don't stay silent. His jokes immediately spread murderous air. Plus the murder that came out of his body.

The man and his cleaver seem to be one.

This is the "Spirit Puller Style …"

The Blue Golok.

Two warriors began to fight horribly. Their bodies rolled into a great vortex. Ten of his men saw this fight with their hearts pounding hard. They just found out that the strength of the young man was really great.

"City …"

The clash for the umpteenth time was heard breaking the darkness. Fireflowers soaring high. The two warriors stopped for a while. Seen the Blue Golok's forehead sweating coldly. The shirt on his left arm had been torn from the sword.

While the Nameless Swordsman still stood quietly. No injuries at all. His breathing is also regular. There was no change from him except for the look in the eye.

The eyes were like a tiger preparing to kill a prey.