Swordsman Without a Name

Another Sword Than the Other

But the pull was not done until the end. Because all of a sudden, with extremely fast movements, the Dragon Sword and the Tiger belonging to the Nameless Swordsman had changed targets.

The checker who looked like bamboo was the target. The sword pierced with a speed that was hard to imagine. The opponent never thought that the foreign youth was capable of quick reflexes.

Anyone would never have thought that the Nameless Swordsman was not a mere empty name.

The left shoulder of the cheque is torn. Blood immediately poured out. Quickly he jumped backwards to seal the wound. The pain soon spread. The longer it gets.

The nine figures of the lake river were still fighting against a young swordsman. The movement of the attack they launched should not be asked again.

Even if his opponent was a swordsman, he would definitely feel troubled.

But unfortunately this does not apply to a young man with the title Swordsman No Name. Because however the opponent locked him very tight, still he could escape from the pursuit of nine sharp weapons.

The longer they fought, the more shocked all the opponents of Cakra Buana were.

Did the young man choose a match? Or is it the swordsman who has almost reached the level without a match?

No one knows that answer. No one will be able to confirm it for sure.

Cakra Buana increases the power of speed in launching attacks. Once he made a move, seven eight stabs he had already launched at once. The burly man changed his face when he saw the young man eyeing him.

As much as possible he avoided the attack, unfortunately the movement of the young man was too fast. Faster than lightning strikes the earth when it rains.

He also got rations. Torn shoulders.

Although the resulting wound is not too severe, but the pain is severe.

If not embarrassed, maybe he will cry because he can not stand the pain. All his life during the unfortunate transverse in the martial world, he just felt pain that was not because of.

Other than the owner, the sword was the same. The sword is very different from the others.

Of course, because the sword is not a sword. Nor is it a haphazard heirloom.

It was the Dragon Sword and the Tiger. The heirloom sword of the Nameless Swordsman who had rattled the martial world in its heyday decades ago.

Cakra Buana knows no mercy. He attacked even more. The onslaught that was given began to show the beauty of the sword playing movement.

His sword was no longer visible. There were only red and white rays flashing without stopping. Every inch of their body was subjected to these two lights.

The pressure and the killing feel very strong. All of his opponents let out the same killing intent, it seemed like they had already killed countless people. So that the murder that came out was also concentrated.

Unfortunately, this has absolutely no effect on Cakra Buana.

The more he was pressured, the more terrifying his football became.

"Grand …"

Nine warriors bounced four steps. The Buana chakra is pushed three steps back.

'This brat's strength was truly terrifying, ' one's inner self.

'Still young like this, but the inner energy is already so perfect,'

'If he were not killed now, one day it would definitely be a seed of disease, '

Everyone says in his own mind. It was just that all those words did not dare they speak.

"Are you still capable of fighting me?" cakra Buana asked disdainfully, he deliberately provoked his opponent's emotions.

Because the more they are emotional, the greater the opportunities that are open. Because if someone has been controlled by their own emotions, whatever they are not thinking.

Most importantly, the person who had already made her emotions had to die.

"Little bastard. Watch your mouth, we were just messing around. Now don't expect it to be like before" said the old woman holding the iron fan.

Now their number is complete again to ten people. Just a blink of an eye, the character had locked Cakra Buana again and immediately launched a more powerful style.

Their weapon game changed. Faster, fiercer, sharper.

But Cakra Buana tried to stay calm.

He snapped loudly. His body had already darted towards the two opponents.

Eight parts of the inner energy he had already exerted. His sword movements grew more terrifying and more terrifying than before. The lunge of youth makes anyone dumbfounded.

His sword whirled, a layer of red-smouldering light was created and then pounded them.

Only fifteen moves, one man was made to collapse. He did not stop, back Cakra Buana created layers of swords that lunged endlessly.

Like a wave that is raging. Come pounding mercilessly.

Like the rumble of wind that forms a vortex and then thickens whatever is around it.

The body of Cakra Buana is gone. The glint of the sword only left small dots that spread out in all directions.

"So.t …"

"God …".

Somehow he was able to do it, an enemy died with a neck condition almost puffed.

This adds to the anger of the opponent's mounting. Seeing that two of his comrades had already died, they immediately caught fire.

The attack changed back. It now became extremely fierce like a wolf pouncing on a prey.

Unfortunately they only thought of a mere attack, but did not think of a defensive position. As a result, many empty gaps they created unconsciously.

This is the opportunity that Cakra Buana is waiting for.

He let his body be showered by eight devastating attacks. But when he saw that there was a good time, he moved forward.

His body leaned forward and then stabbed right in the opponent's throat.

He's back on the move. His body spun in the air then descended while launching a great slash.

Two lives were lost again in a time not far apart.

In just a short time, three lives left the body.

The remaining five warriors hunted every part of his body. No matter if the attack was right or not, the important thing was that the young bastard must be eliminated.

Again, they miscalculated.

Cakra Buana is deliberately creating an empty gap for the opponent to enter. However as soon as they entered, the young man immediately attacked even fiercer and violent again.

His sword gave off a more concentrated killing air. The young man's eyes emitted a ray of cruelty.

"Grush …"

His body shot out like a curious soul. Clashed around his opponent. The screams started to sound.

The opponent's movements began to slow down. Their attack power is reduced.

It turned out that each of them on his back had a sword wound that was quite severe

Blood is pouring into the ground. Fishy smell immediately smelled.

Cold sweat soaked the bodies of these people.

They know that death will not be long.

His fall was right, for suddenly a colleague of theirs screamed loudly and fell to the ground.

Die.

Without much pause, the Nameless Swordsman took back the lives of those people viciously.

His movements were too fast that his enemies could not see clearly. Especially now that he is in a wounded condition.

All killed. He only told one of them.