The Legend Of Fighter
CH 21'S. Horror Sword

Wuush..

Akhh..

Tang Hao again threw the two newly issued swords and darted swiftly towards the black stream swordsman who was starting to move away from the Blue Peacock Sect. Until now the terror of flying swords is getting more terrible and increasing in number.

Most of those from the black stream surrendered kneeling on the ground threw out his sword and raised their hands, but none of them survived. Their heads were still detached from the body.

Even the Swordsman King already bent his knees on the ground did not dare to raise his head. His sword had been smashed into pieces while trying to fight the flying sword in front of him. With just a single swing of the flying sword, the heirloom sword he was proud of shattered into pieces making his chest gritty and scared. He did not even care anymore the members he brought were only dozens of people left

At first they thought that the one who attacked them was the Blue Peacock Sect and was a white swordsman who generally did not kill the enemies who surrendered, but unfortunately their guess was wrong, they are faced with someone who hates crime, oppression and even betrayal.

The other black stream warriors who saw their surrendered friends remained mercilessly dead, they looked desperate and there was no other way aside from killing themselves to keep their heads intact on their bodies.

At least they died on their own hands rather than die with their own sword and did not know who it belonged to. Instead they will just die and become curious spirits so that their deaths are not calm.

Tang Hao did not bother with some black swordsmen who preferred suicide, his four swords were still hunting the remnants of black warriors who were running in an indeterminate direction. Tang Hao himself floated quietly behind the clouds while paying attention to the circumstances within the sect.

Meanwhile within the sect, the head of the Blue Peacock Sect started getting injured from being ganged up by two Crystal Swordsmen and four Gold Swordsmen. Although the Sect Chief was able to kill four Gold Swordsmen, the injuries he had obtained were also not few.

Meanwhile the other sect elders were still busy with their respective opponents. However they were still quite aware of the circumstances surrounding the sect that were not as violent as before.

After defeating their respective enemies, the sects immediately helped their overwhelmed Chief. Now that the ten elders of the sect had joined the fight against the two Crystal Swordsmen, the flow of the battle immediately changed. Aided by the Sect chief, the ten elders of the sect were able to suppress the two Crystal Swordsmen and began to inflict minor injuries.

The fight was fierce again, without giving any break to their opponents, the sect master and the elders managed to kill the intermediate-level Crystal Swordsman and leave the injured late-level Crystal Swordsman, who was injured, he had already given up and threw away his sword when he found out his comrade was dead.

"I surrender" said the Crystal Swordsman raising his hand.

"Say, who told you to come here?" Asked the sect leader angrily. Even though he was injured but not severe and could still be healed easily just using deep manpower.

"Hahaha we black stream should not wait for the order to rule one sect, if we want to master it then we will definitely master it. Wait for your death hahaha." The black flow swordsman got up, in his hands was already a small gun-sized tube. The tube was shot into the sky.

Wunk

Duaarr..

Red light exploded in the sky and formed a ring. Instantly the atmosphere of the sect became silent.

"Hahaha you're dead..." The Diamond Swordsman laughed out loud. While the sect master and his members were slightly away from the swordsman, they looked alert and unsheathed his sword while looking around them.

After a while had passed, nothing happened just the sound of crying and moaning that sounded around them. The Sect Chief and his elders only realized the battle had ended leaving only the members of his sect crying and some of them carrying the bodies.

The sect chief looked at the flow swordsman who was originally laughing happily now in a cold sweat. The help he hoped for did not come immediately there were not even voices of unrest from outside the sect. The man immediately knelt in fear upon learning that something was wrong with the reinforcements he expected.

He had no idea what was happening outside, but clearly the reinforcements he expected were in trouble, it could even be that their lives had been lost. He could not think any further about his help but rather how he had saved his life at this moment. Once he had to prostrate and lower his pride which was important his life survived.

The sect leader walked over to the man kneeling in fear. The murderous aura seeping out from the body of the sect leader made the man before him even more frightened.

"Chairman Yan please don't kill me, I'm doing all this because of forced black flow and they're threatening my family." The man hugged Chairman Yan's leg and cried there.

"I may forgive you, but the punishment you still have to do and the compensation for all the damage you've done." Said Chairman Yan while sighing.

Hearing chairman Yan's decision, the black stream man smiled sinisterly in his tears. He laughed inwardly, laughing at the naivety of the white swordsmen who were often taken advantage of by the black stream.

But before the black stream man breathed a sigh of relief, four sword blades floated from above at high speed and stuck into his head, and his back made him die instantly.

The sect master did not have time to react with the speed of the four swords coming, he did not even see the direction the four swords were coming from and had suddenly been stuck in the body of this black flow swordsman in front of him. Blood was spilling everywhere.

Before the break with the incident in front of him, Chairman Yan was again surprised when the four swords that stuck in the body of the black flow swordsman broke through the ground, breaking through the ground, it slowly floated and moved to the four corners making chairman Yan unable to guess which direction the flying sword was coming from.

The four swords themselves floated towards the black stream people who were still trying to escape after no more swords were attacking them, but now at a speed that they could not see, those horror swords slashed their necks mercilessly.

The white warriors who saw the black warriors being killed were mercilessly frightened. Several times Tang Hao's flying sword flashed over their heads as cold sweat poured down profusely.

The white flow swordsmen could breathe a sigh of relief when they found out that the swords were only slashing at the black flow swordsman. Despite that, every sword crossed overhead, they still shuddered in horror. The black stream swordsman named the four swords after the Sword of Horror

It was not only the thing that frightened them, but seeing the number of headless corpses scattered just like that, as well as blood pooling, made anyone's stomach feel like spitting something out. The white flow warriors immediately ran into the sect as it was not strong with the scenery outside the sect.

They had to tell the Sect to clear all of this and ask for an explanation of the flying sword that they believed belonged to the ancestor of the Blue Peacock Sect.

While Tang Hao himself breathed quite a sigh of relief after successfully killing two thousand black flow people in just a few moments. Tang Hao looked proud to see those black liran had died headless.

The four swords of Tang Hao re-entered into his body through the sword tattoo that was on his chest. Tang Hao began to understand the sword tattoo that was on his chest was not just a birthmark, but something extremely powerful.

Tang Hao himself was only able to take out four swords from his body, it took a lot of effort and almost rendered Tang Hao unconscious.

After taking a look at the atmosphere around the sect that was starting to be conducive, Tang Hao rushed away from there even though everyone in the sect was searching and called out his name as "Mysterious Master"

One thing he has in mind at this time is not to want to be responsible for the problems he has caused. Tang Hao fled at high speed while the people partially cursed him and partially thanked him.

Tang Hao continued his journey calmly as he felt that he was already quite far away from the Blue Red Sect.

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The Four Swords of Tang Hao.

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