Swordsman Without a Name

The Twelve Cold-Blooded Demon

Fifteen minutes have passed. The archers were already feeling defeated. Both of his hands felt very bad. Plus, both palms were already red and scuffed.

Out of the hundreds of arrows that were passed, none of them had succeeded in hitting the four people who were now in front of them.

In fact, the archers were already very skilled. Archery anything they can. Decades of wrestling with bows and arrows, of course, his skills can not be doubted.

Let alone archery humans, archery birds that are flying high they can do it.

But tonight, they have to be willing for what happened to him. Four humans whose distance was not up to dozens of spears, it turned out that none of them were hit by their arrows.

All their life, they had just experienced something like this. Not even a dream has ever been.

Are their shots missed? Or are you because they lack energy?

No, it's definitely not those two things that are the reason.

The reason why no one was injured among the four people, was because they were not ordinary people. They are other human beings than others. Who does not know the four soosks?

Out of the raging flames alone they were able to, let alone just dodge the attacks of arrows that were not accompanied by any profound energy at all? Of course they are much more capable. Even when they close their eyes, they can do it.

"You don't have to waste energy anymore. Save the rest of your energy to run. Your task is done, now leave immediately if you do not want to regret," said Old Man Sucks while laughing wittyly.

The archers looked at each other with their comrades. They wanted to run away, but would the Twelve Cold-blooded Demon let him?

The old man understood what the archers were thinking. So he said, "You don't worry. These twelve rats no one will dare to tease, I am responsible for your safety," he said, laughing endlessly.

After hearing the guarantee, dozens of archers immediately ran away in a storm without waiting any longer. Even among those who preceded, no one looked back.

Suasnaa was silent. The Spring Wind Restaurant building was almost all engulfed by the red whiz. Black smoke soared into the air and was blown by the night wind.

"We're out, why are you guys still quiet?" huang Pangcu asked while staring intently.

"Sorry, we have no problem with Huang Pangcu. And we also don't want to have a problem with you parents. We were only ordered to kill a Nameless Swordsman" said the man dressed in yellow.

Pangcu Kay Pang Pek looked at Cakra Buana. The young man just nodded slowly.

"What about me?" yells Old Man Shitty.

"Just the same. Whoever is the same, we are only assigned specifically to take the life of the young man bernaw Cakra Buana," said the woman who had become a servant.

"Aii, you guys are not exciting. I hate it," said the old man whining a little.

The three people who were at the side of the Nameless Swordsman looked at him with one another. It was as if they were asking, what to do.

"You guys just go first. Don't worry about me, I'm still able to serve them myself" he said slowly.

"really? You're a real dumb kid? Who do you think they are? Little beggar? No, they are annoying demons," cried Old Man Sucks while pointing the finger at the Twelve Cold-Bloody Demon.

Before Cakra Buana replied, Huang Pangcu suddenly hit the old man on the head. "Why are you carrying a beggar? You want to die?" he said while glaring.

"No, no. You mean that shitty black beggar,"

"Don't say much. Come along" said Huang Pangcu as he hired the old man.

"But, but how is he?"

"Leave it,"

"What if he dies?"

"The dead are not him,"

"Whose league?"

"You!!!"

The two old men were fighting all the way. Although they often quarrel, but both are friends who already understand each other.

"good. I'll go first" he replied.

He doesn't have to say much. As a friend, he must trust his own best friend.

Sometimes the trust of a friend can be a great strength for someone who experiences it.

Like the current Cakra Buana.

The Blind One who knew everything was gone from there. No one saw the person's departure except the Nameless Swordsman himself.

"Now I'm here. Can it start?" ask the Twelve Cold-Blooded Demon.

"Of course. Not told, we'll start. It looks like you can't wait to go to hell" said someone with a grin.

Eleven of his colleagues immediately laughed out loud. It was as if they were very confident of being able to kill the young man before him at this moment.

"alright. Then get started, I don't want to linger looking at your faces. After all, the Angel of Death had already whispered a word in my ear. He said I was told to be his deputy to take your lives," said the Nameless Swordsman full of ridicule.

He was always deliberately provoking the emotions of the enemies he would face.

"Sat. So sassy is your mouth. What can you do?"

"Whatever I can do,"

"Talk a lot, when's the fight? Are you deliberately stalling for fear? Hemm, unplug your weapon!" the man who was armed with a sword.

"No. Because if I pull out the guns, your deaths won't be long, anyway,"

"Drop now!!! If you don't pull out your gun, it's a sign that you're scared,"

Cakra Buana squinted his eyes. As a young man, his blood then rose to the surface when he heard the speech just now.

"good. Don't blame me for overdoing it,"

"Omong empty. See attack!"

Yush!!!

Twelve shadows shot through the air. All sorts of weapons had already been unsheathed in their hands.

The Nameless Swordsman was already in the siege of the enemy. Without lingering any longer, the Twelve Cold-blooded Demon instantly launched their first attack.

His movements are fast. It also contains energy in large. A sharp wind blew on the body. Waving the clothes and hair of Cakra Buana.

The young man has not moved. He was waiting for an attack.

Wutt!!!

A steel fan shot across his face. The wind in the heat felt. The Nameless Swordsman pulled his face back.

The sword attack came from his right side. The mermaid that was aiming for the headstone came from the left side. From above there is a machete. There were two knives behind.

All sides are controlled by the enemy. No more chances to escape.

At such a moment, the Nameless Swordsman suddenly disappeared from the sight of all opponents.

Yush!!!

Crash!!!

Two people screamed in pain. Their backs were ripped wide enough. Blood immediately spouted.

Everyone is jerking. When did the young man launch the attack? And how could he escape their siege?