Swordsman Without a Name

Young Blue Dress Woman

The two people from his opponent were increasingly feeling intense urgency. Their position was completely unfavorable. To this day, the two still do not believe completely.

Is there really such a sword in this world? Is it so powerful that the form of his attack is neither sabetan nor puncture is visible?

Until death though, they would certainly never believe there was an event like the one that happened today.

The Twelve Cold-Blooded Demons were already poor across the martial world. Dozens of life-and-death fights, big and small, have all been through.

Whether against high-class figures or the anchovy class, they have all passed. But never had they seen such a sword stance played by the Nameless Swordsman.

That move is really weird. But it's also really terrible and horrible. Perhaps even more terrifying than death itself.

Anyone would be as confused as they are. The stance is strange, because it does not read at all where the movement is. Nor does it see where the sword that was previously held tightly went.

All they saw was the young man's hand moving to and fro. There is no sword. But the pain is there. It hurts even more than anything.

That move is terrible and horrible. Because every time it moves, it always never escapes its target. Whatever happens.

The thoughts of the person wearing yellow and blue were not calm. Throughout the course of the fight, the two constantly thought about it. They want to know what and why this senseless thing could happen.

Unfortunately, despite racking the brain, the two still did not manage to find an answer.

What they found was not an answer. But even death.

Slebb!!!

Twice the same sound was heard in the silence of the night. Two lives have also been lost.

They collapsed without saying a word. Both of them collapsed at the same time.

Same wounds, same time.

His neck is flat. Fresh blood immediately gushed from the neck. The fishy smell was carried by the night wind.

The long hair of the Nameless Swordsman rippled in the night breeze. So too with his robe.

The young man had only used the sword for the first time. Because it was not long ago that he understood his essence.

It turns out that when using this style, the inner power is quickly drained out. It was even several times larger than when he brought out the Nameless Skirt or the Shapeless Skirt.

"It seems that I shouldn't use that style too often if my inner energy isn't perfect. If I want to use it, then at least I should get that thousand-year-old ginseng. Otherwise, my life could have been floated unexpectedly before," muttered the Nameless Swordsman in the middle of the corpse that started to stiffen.

After a moment of pensive standing, in the end the young man stepped his feet to leave from there.

He did not bury the bodies first. He intentionally. Because already know, around the place, there are already their people who are assigned to bury the body.

Although he did not see it himself, he was very sure. His instincts say that. After all, he also felt the presence of others there.

Cakra Buana stepped into a brighter place. The longer the longer the longer the distance from the scene. He deliberately did not look for where his best friend was or also where Huang Pangcu and Old Man Sucks.

People don't seem to have to worry about each other. Because they have a trust that will not be shaken.

The situation in the city is starting to get quiet. Although there are still people passing by, even then only a few. If not the patrolman, most of the striped men who just came home from a gambling place or brothel.

Despite knowing that dawn was coming, Cakra Buana had already decided to look for an inn. He needs rest. Even though he only sleeps for one or two hours, he still has to sleep.

His body is tired. The power is also much reduced. If it is not forced to rest, then it is suicide. Now he has indirectly become a fugitive of every martial world.

I don't know what it was because of at first, he didn't know himself. But that is how life is. There are always things happening to ourselves that we do not even know at all.

I don't know. Cakra Buana was in no mood to think of all sorts.

What was clear to him at this moment was sleep.

After walking for a while, there was an inn in front. Not big, but not if you say small.

He took his foot to get there. A servant greeted him at the door.

Without saying much, Cakra Buana immediately reserved a room. Then get inside immediately.

A maid escorted him to an empty room.

He opened the door and then lay down on the bed.

Surprisingly, after breaking down, it was difficult for him to fall asleep. It was so sleepy, already feeling very tired. But now all of that is gone without a trace.

Is drowsiness and fatigue the same as longing? Always come and go as you please?

Just trying to close his eyes again, whether since when, someone had been sitting in the window of his room.

The man was wearing light blue clothes. Her clothes look luxurious. Looks expensive and smooth. The man sat back to himself. Her hair was let loose by the spring breeze.

A lady.

Right, that guy is a woman. His body shape is perfect. Even from the back, it makes no difference. It looks so beautiful, more beautiful than a rose that blooms at night.

The Buana chakra remains in a lying position. He had no interest in getting up from his position.

"It turns out you're coming again. How are you?" ask the young man.

"good. You alone?"

"I'm good. But now it's so exhausted,"

"I know,"

"Of course you know. Because I know you've been there since,"

"Even at all times, I'm always watching your movements,"

"I know,"

"Good, I was hoping that you would know, hihihi,"

The girl laughed. A very soft laugh. Very mellifluous. Softer than silk, more melodious than the sound of a flute.

As he spoke, it was as if time had stopped instantly. One second feels like an hour. One minute feels ten hours.

The young man's heart was unceasingly beating fast. After all, he was a young man. The young man who was still warm-blooded.

Seeing such a beautiful body plastered before his eyes, how could he not get such a strange feeling?

"You don't want to come here?" tanyakanya.

"Can you?"

"I'm afraid you're cold. So it's better to just bring you here,"