Swordsman Without a Name

A Disciple Apostate

The characters were not surprised at all. From the beginning they already knew that what was sent was only a form of a study. So that those who confront them are demonic figures.

Things like this are common. Both in the spiritual world and in the warrior world.

"It seems like they have no other hero so they are only able to send lowly demons .. hahaha .." The Golden Spear King laughed out loud.

His laughing voice was accompanied by a great inner energy. So that sound echoed throughout the Prohibition Forest. Even so, the ground around them had vibrated because of the sound of laughter of the grandfather of the green forest.

"Hey, what should we do next?" asked the Golden Spear King from the North after he finished laughing.

"What else? Of course we continue the journey to head to their main headquarters before those bastards escape," Nyai answered the Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart.

"You're right. All right, let's go there right now," the old man shouted and laughed again.

Laughing, he had darted forward using the science of lightening his body which had already reached the perfect stage.

The other figures just shook their heads watching the behavior of the strange character grandfather.

While inside a large building, the person who had sent two demons to head off the Nameless Swordsman's entourage, was currently vomiting blood.

The man suddenly hit the wall. Blood still came out of his mouth. His entire body was soaked in sweat. His face was pale.

"Goddess, it seems they are not ordinary people. It's better we face it head on than continue like this. However we try to block them using various kinds of studies, it feels free. It was a waste of time and energy" said an old man wearing a stick with a black skull handle.

The number of people in the room is now about six people if counted with the beautiful woman earlier. When he heard the old man say so, the others nodded their heads in agreement with his words just now.

"Surely said she was a goddess" said one.

"Yes, right. It is time we have to intervene directly before other members become victims" said the others.

"Alright, well, I'll obey what you say. We will move out to welcome their arrival" said the beautiful woman called the Goddess.

Everyone immediately stood up after the Goddess finished speaking. However, before they moved, everyone in the room was startled by something.

"Brugg …"

The door of the ruined room was knocked down by an old grandfather. Wood chips were thrown in all directions. Things get boisterous. For a moment the eyes were a little blurry due to the dust from the wood.

After things returned to their normal state, the six people inside were startled by the arrival of an old grandfather dressed in deep blue while highlighting a spear on his back.

"King of the Golden Spear of the North .." sizzled someone among them.

These people are quite surprised. It is fitting that all their efforts always fail, it turns out that the opponent is also not a random person.

"Do you want to come here, old man?" ask the old man who always held a skull stick.

"Of course I want to chop up your body grandpa smelled of dirt," he could not accept called old bangka.

"You who smell the earth of the grave …"

"Silence wrinkles …"

The two had a mouth fight for a while. They cursed each other.

"Shut up!!!" shouted the Goddess.

Her voice is sweet but loud. In addition, the voice seemed to contain a very thick mystical power. The two old geezers who had a mouth fight, now suddenly both of them immediately silenced their mouths.

The grandfather sticks a crispy skull pretending not to know. While the Golden Spear King from the North whistled and then went back and forth in and out. It seemed like he was waiting for the others while enduring the embarrassment.

Both sides have faced each other. The gazes on each of them's faces illustrated a deep vexation.

"Grandfather, aren't you papa?" asked the Nameless Swordsman to the Golden Spear King of the North.

"No, you just calm down, Cakra. I'm just a gerogi" he replied in a whisper.

"You're gerogi why?"

"I saw a woman as beautiful as her. Look, isn't it perfect? I think he won from your lover. I want to come back young. When I was young, no woman could resist me. It seems that when he was created, God was happy,"

Cakra Buana or the Nameless Swordsman knows that the woman called the Goddess was indeed very beautiful. But when faced with him, it cannot be denied that his heart is scattered.

Especially when the woman was both looking at him while throwing the sweetest dazzling smile.

"Grandfather, you're right. She is so beautiful, hemm .. unfortunately different from us," whispered the Nameless Swordsman.

He was not aware that since then, the Wingless Angel eavesdropped on his conversation.

"If it's really what it wants? Do you want to make it second? Cihh, men are the same," he said ketus then slammed his legs.

"Eh, no, no. That's not what I mean Sinta, you misunderstand me," said Cakra Buana suddenly frightened when she found out that her lover heard all the talk.

"Whatever .." answered the woman.

A man's fault is that he often makes his women jealous. Women are able to endure pain, but men must remember that women are unable to resist jealousy.

But if a little jealous, the story is different again.

"Would you guys come here?" ask the Goddess to the Company of the Nameless Swordsman and others.

"Certainly wanted to destroy this place and kill a disciple who had apostatized for stealing all his teacher's heirlooms,"

A loud and loud voice suddenly rang out clearly in everyone's ears. The Troupe of Nameless Swordsmen knew who the voice was, yet they were also shocked as the voice said so. And the woman, who was often called the Goddess, was shocked.

But he didn't run away. Even the surprised expression was only visible for a moment.

His Hand Poison Sacred Heart.

The old woman had arrived before everyone. Anger was clearly visible on his face. The inner power pressure was instantly felt there.

"Teacher .." said the Goddess.

"Don't call me a teacher. I've never had an apostate student like you. Now that I have come here, everyone knows that if I have left, it is impossible to go home empty-handed" said the grandfather of the green forest.

Her voice is firm. The image of a teacher who always disciplines his students is visible. Wibawa as a teacher instantly radiated from his face.

"Hey, who is that woman?" asked the Wingless Angel could not help but hold the curiosity.

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Sorry to up her sometimes one two, understand, I made a novel on going two. In the real world of work is much, as much as possible for the time wkwk.

But if there's time, it's definitely up two hehe

How do you feel about the novel now? Mhehe