Swordsman Without a Name

Shaped Unshaped Lightning Sword

The terrible fight stopped for a moment. Everyone is glued to their place. They questioned in their hearts about how the young man could escape from such a tight siege?

Though anyone knows, it is very rare that someone is able to escape their siege so easily.

Even martial world figures will find it difficult and take a long time to be free. So, how does a young warrior who has not long appeared in the martial world, but has been able to get away with it very briefly?

No one knows the answer. They didn't ask either. Because everyone already knows the answer. Of course the Nameless Swordsman will not tell his way to the opponent.

Actually the Nameless Swordsman could be free from the siege of the Twelve Cold-Bloody Demon just because he had observant eyes.

The young man noticed everything that he thought was important. Even every move of the opponent, he watched closely without their knowledge.

Ketka had memorized and had seen a little gap, so at that time he moved very quickly and then came out while launching an attack.

In high-level combat, relying on muscles alone is not enough. Relying on powerful moves is also still less than perfect. The most important thing is to rely on intelligence. Relying brain.

If it has been mastered, then all new preparations can be called perfect.

His two opponents were still in pain. They punched a path of blood around the wound to stop the intense bleeding.

It's not about playing.

Now they just believe the news that the sword belonging to the Nameless Swordsman, turned out to be completely different from the others.

It may be the same. But the specialty is clearly different.

"Great, the Nameless Swordsman was not an empty name. Just this time there was a person who was able to break out of the Twelve Demon Siege in a very short time," praised the yellow-clothed person sincerely.

"Thank you for your compliment. Maybe I'll be the first, too,"

"In terms?"

"In terms of killing the Twelve Cold-Blooded Demon," Cakra Buana replied with a cold laugh.

Hearing such an arrogant remark, clearly, they were extremely unacceptable. I want it to rip out that spicy mouth. But the yellow-clad man, who turned out to be the leader, arrested them immediately.

He knew that his opponent, although still young, turned out to have far above average abilities. Therefore, he did not want to make a mistake a second time.

"I admit you're great at provoking the emotions of your opponent,"

"From the beginning my mouth was like this,"

"I knew. It has become your habit. Before you fight, surely you will make the enemy dominated by his own emotions. If you succeed, then victory will surely take your side,"

"Luckily, I've always been successful,"

"You're right. But perhaps, now is your first failure in terms of provoking the emotions of your opponent. I'm old, I have more experience than you. So, fishing so I'm emotionally overwhelmed, is a free thing,"

"Then it's good. Emotions or not emotions are the same. In the end, you will still die at the end of my sword" Cakra Buana said confidently.

"Are you very sure of your sword?"

"certain. Because my sword never disappoints. And I never let her down, either,"

"Interesting, then, let's see now. Is your sword still to be trusted?"

Yush!!!

The yellow-clothed person immediately shot back. Followed by twelve others. Their present movements were much faster and fiercer than before.

The Nameless Swordsman had to admit that the combined attack of the Twelve Cold-Bloody Demon was indeed devastating.

If they say there are rarely any enemies who survive, then Cakra Buana will believe it. Because he himself has seen firsthand how great their moves are.

Now twelve attacks are back on the table. With different styles, different energies, and different styles.

They jump at each other. Sometimes precede each other, sometimes silent for a moment. The cooperation that is now, is much more difficult to read than before.

If faced with this kind of danger, then the only way is to resist using tranquility.

If it fought using emotions, then its life would definitely drift.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

A sharp wind felt raining down on all parts of the body. Attack after attack began to hit his body. The Nameless Swordsman managed to tickle from all the opponent's attacks.

Occasionally his sword was raised to deflect or launch a slight counterattack.

The murderous Eve around the place turned very concentrated. The silent night, turned into a creepy noisy night.

The clinking of the heirloom weapons clashed out sounding like a mutual sounding sound following. Everything brings out the ability to the perfect point.

Wer!!!

Wush!!

A violent deep surge of energy swept the situation around. Dust and dried leaves flew in all directions.

The red light flashed. White light followed.

Crash!!!

The one who was injured became the first victim again. His chest was torn big. Blood gushed out. He died at that time.

The Movement of the Nameless Swordsman turned out to be faster than a lightning strike in the middle of the night. Every time his sword flashed, there must have been an event.

I don't know which part of the body was injured, which obviously must have been there.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger moved back. But this time the sword seemed to disappear because it was so fast.

The sword strike came like a wave in the middle of the sea that struck. It was like a powerful wind flying something nearby.

One by one his opponents began to bounce back. Those who bounced, must have been in a state without life.

Screams after screams sounded heartbreaking. The sound of wolf howls in the distance accompanied their deaths.

Only six people remain. They seem to have a higher intelligence than the previous victims.

Puncture and stabbing of sharp weapons had already pointed all over the body of the Nameless Swordsman. Unfortunately the injured were not the young man. Just them themselves.

Crash!!!

Slebb!!!

One person, two people, three people, four people had already bounced around at about the same time. All dead.

Their condition is nothing better. If not injured in the throat, surely the wound in the chest or stomach.

The car is scattered on the ground. The thick red blood and fishy smell already welled up like a flood.

It's also flooding. But not a flood of water. Except the flood of blood.

The last two people were the old man in yellow and the blue-clothed man in two spears.

It seems like they are still trying to last as long as possible. Unfortunately, they would not be able to kill the Nameless Swordsman.

Because the moves issued by the young man, is not the usual style.

This is the essence of the Book of 3 Steps of Lightning Sword.

He named it The Shaped Lightning Sword Sect.