Swordsman Without a Name

Get lost

Finished saying so, he intended to dart towards the leader. But unfortunately before he made his move, a deep blue shadow had already shot forward.

His speed even exceeded that of the Nameless Swordsman himself.

Everyone was stunned to see the deep blue shadow. Only His Hand of Sacred Heart Poison alone looked ordinary.

The reason for that was because he knew who the dark blue shadow was.

The Golden Spear King of the North.

The old grandfather had already arrived before the leader. The heirloom spear he had always been proud of had stuck to that person's throat.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body. His face was as pale as someone with no blood. His knees seemed to shake.

All his life, he had only felt this kind of fear. It even feels like seeing people who have the science of lightening the body that high, just this first time.

"It turns out the old man was impatient. Hemm, this increase in some time back was quite decent as well," murmured His Hand Poison Sacred Heart.

The old woman knew that the grandfather of the green jungle from the East had brought out his true abilities. If it was like that, who would be able to endure it?

Although he could defeat the old man, but he was sure he could not win in a short time.

"Tell me where your leaders are. Tell me now or this spear will pierce through your neck," said the Golden Spear King from the North threatening the leader.

"I-I, I-I don't know. Su-really," she replied in fear.

"Sat. Once again you lie, I don't hesitate to kill you," he said growing furious.

The spear of his navel was directly emphasized. Just a little deeper, a speck of red stain came out.

Bloods.

He just pressed his spear a little. He was able to hurt the opponent. You can imagine how sharp the heirloom is.

That person is getting scared. He felt a pain in his neck.

"Well-well. I'll take you there, "he said with a trembling body.

The Golden Spear King from the North then released his grip. His golden spear he put down.

"Quick show where it's going" said the old man who has the unclear nature.

The leader was increasingly frightened when he heard the clash of one of the grandfathers of the green forest. He nodded his head then started walking slowly forward.

The five main characters along with the Nameless Swordsman and the Wingless Angel followed the leader from behind.

They were being carried further into the forest. The men were taken to a very confusing place. There just seems to be no human life.

On the left right is only a tall weed grass along with other shrubs. The asem and banyan trees thrive. The leaves cover the entire forest so it looks more creepy.

At such a time, the leader suddenly fled to the South. Fortunately the Golden Spear King of the North realized this. The old man reflexively chased after him.

Because of his so much regret, he immediately swung his magic golden spear towards the leader of the top-class swordsman earlier.

"Grush …"

The gust of wind from his heirloom spear blew away the leaves. There was heat in the attack.

The leader actually wanted to dodge, but unfortunately he was too late because the speed of the old man's attack was very fast.

Al results because it does not flee, his stomach has now become a very soft target. There's a pretty wide tear wound in there. Fresh blood immediately poured profusely soaked the dry leaves.

"Fuckers!!! It turns out you took us to a foreign place. Then you should be able to do it right now," the Golden Spear King from the North snapped.

As soon as his words were finished, his holy spear returned him movement.

A swift and ferocious attack came out. The golden light looks bright and looks beautiful. The elongated golden light was only seen once flashing through the darkness of the forest.

Just one move. No more other moves.

After which, along with the loss of the golden light, a heartbreaking scream was heard. The voice withstanding the pain sounded and then vanished without a trace.

The leader, it turns out, is now dead. His neck was almost broken was wiped out by a magic golden spear belonging to the grandfather of the green jungle.

He died with angry eyes. His mouth was wide open and his hand was holding the neck that had almost broken earlier.

"How dare he play me. Hemm, now he just found out that I never brag about everything I say," said the old man grumbling.

Meanwhile, the other characters were confused. They don't remember which way to get out because the leader took him first to turn.

Others regretted the reckless and reckless attitude of the Golden Spear King of the North. The one who knew the way out of where they were right now was precisely the leader.

He brings, of course he knows.

Unfortunately, the person has now become a curious corpse.

Everyone's facial expressions looked grim. They were thinking and remembering how to get in there.

"Two bangka, do you know where the way out of this place is?" asked Nyai Hand Poison Sacred Heart in a slightly displeased tone.

The person asked did not answer directly. He was waddling around to and fro. Only now did he remember that he himself did not know the direction of his exit.

"Hehe, don't know Nyai," he replied with a smile and scratched his non-itchy head.

"Basic fool. If you don't know why you killed that guy?"

"Because I'm upset. It was her own fault that she wanted to escape. Rather than run away, I'd rather kill you all, "he answered with no blame.

"Hemm, stop. There's no point in fighting. The guy is dead. We better find a way out of here," said Grandpa Sakti Thick Eyebrow mediate the two grandfathers who quarrel.

His words get the approval of the others. In the end they decided to try to find a way out.

The group scattered to all directions while looking for a way out. There are those who walk through the forest again, there are also those who see from the top of the tree.

Unfortunately their efforts are nil. At least for now.

Because all the things there look exactly the same. Very lush and full of trees that grow high and lots of weeds.

They're really lost.

The situation there slowly began to feel different. It was like there was a thick heresy aura around those people.

"Hemm, it seems like something is wrong," the Inner Swordsman Without a Name.

After that, he sat down cross-legged and tried to concentrate. I don't know what the young man is doing. It was just that no one dared to disturb him.