Facing the woman who fainted to death, Chongyang frowned, "Lu Xiang only walked out of the temple for 1 mao, and when he was fighting, he had the intention of leaving someone for interrogation, and he felt that he had already spared his hand, but the other party was a woman after all."

"Forget it, take her back and talk about it. ”

Shaking his head, he didn't immediately go over to help the woman up, but turned around, and first picked up a pair of short swords that had fallen to the ground.

These dark blue twin swords are obviously not ordinary. The handle is covered with a layer of fine leather. The blade of the sword is about 20 centimeters long, the whole body is a cold and deep blue, the cascading markings on the sword surface are so exquisite that they are like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, the tip of the sword is slightly curved, elegant and cold, if it is stabbed into the human body, it can definitely easily hook the intestines and break the tendons.

Chongyang had a strange sensation when he saw these short swords, and when he actually touched this pair of weapons, the feeling similar to when he mastered the Breaking Mountain Sword reappeared, and the magic power in his body surged to the blade of the sword, spreading the layers of ripples on the sword surface with a blood-like bright red.

The whole body of the short sword suddenly glowed with a faint red glow, soft and hazy, like a whirlpool, like a wave, and then it was like a boulder thrown into the sea, splashing the wine sky and the waves suddenly spread out.

The ripples turned into countless extremely fine lines, sweeping around like ethereal smoke, silently removing the roof tiles and walls. Countless tiny cracks erupt from hard surfaces such as chimneys.

Gentle and sharp, not ferocious, but deadly without even knowing it. 1 In the wash, Chongyang seemed to see a woman with black hair, black eyes, and a black mask on half of the side, looking at him lightly and gently

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"One day, we'll be able to see you again, Yang. ”

"Woo!" There was a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had lost something very important, and Xiao Chongyang suddenly let go of his double swords. Covering his chest.

Sadness, loss, guilt, apology" all kinds of emotions filled his chest, and when he finally came back to his senses, he found that tears had fallen from his face.

The idea of the twin swords poured into my mind endlessly, just like when I mastered the Breaking Mountain Sword, it was a huge gain. However, Chongyang at this time. What I wanted to know most was the name of the black-haired woman.

"I can't remember, why

He muttered in a low voice, his brow furrowed, staring at a pair of short swords, and suddenly he suddenly awakened to something, and picked them up. Hands burst into flames.

The soft leather of the hilt gradually melted and dripped off in the flames that he did not hesitate to melt and "burn", slowly revealing the true surface of the hilt under the soft skin.

It looks like a sword made of some kind of monster bone, and on the hilt of the sword, two words that feel extremely ancient are engraved respectively. Chongyang has never learned these two words, but through the idea of traveling through time and space. I understand their pronunciation.

"Ruri. ”

A quiet, gentle, silent girl who is silently by her side like a shadow.

These are her words, and the name of the sword.

In the dark and damp dungeon of the castle of the lord of Les, a blazing torch burned at this time, and the flickering flames illuminated one of the largest cells in the entire dungeon.

Two large shadows were cast on the wall, standing still for a long time, until one of them raised his hand

The chess pieces representing the cavalry were violently advanced with large hands, besieging the enemy commander on the chessboard. On the other side of the chessboard, a man in a bright red robe, with shoulder-length blue hair and a warm face. With white skin and pale red eyes, he raised his hand lightly and moved a guard chess piece to defuse the opponent's attack lightly.

Opposite the man, an old man dressed in aristocratic clothes, with a wrinkled face and white hair on his head, was slightly tired, and only his eyes showed a sharp brilliance that penetrated the vicissitudes of life.

After another long silence, the aristocratic old man pursed his lips.

"I threw in the towel. ”

"That's the end of it. Isn't it too early, Lord Count?" said the man in the bright red robe.

"On the scene, I took the initiative, but in fact, all the chess paths were blocked by you, and there is no point in delaying any longer, General. "Known as the Earl. That is, Custer, Lord of Les City. Jan, said matter-of-factly.

But in reality, adults still choose to resist. "Red Wolf General Lornal. The Moroccan language is authentic with puns.

There was a dead silence in the cell.

"After playing chess for so many days, is the general trying to tell me this?" said Earl Custer with a slight mockery.

Lornal was silent, just quietly looking into the old man's eyes.

"If that's the case, the general should not come again, playing chess is a pastime. If even the pastime has to involve chores, it will be too boring. "The Count has all the pieces on the board

Fall.

"Why resist so much? You've sacrificed enough for the city to think about yourself, for your family. Count?" Ronal began, "you must know that the king wants to forgive you, and it is not the king's choice to execute the most outstanding lord of the kingdom for disobedience. ”

The Earl's big hand smacked.

"The city of Les is my child, and I will not let anyone destroy my child. ”

"It's not a destruction, it's just a temporary requisition of some resources, and when the king finishes his great work, he will be rewarded tenfold and hundredfold. ”

A sneer crossed the count's face.

"I thought I didn't understand war, but I didn't think that the generals who fought bloody battles on the battlefield would be ignorant of the river" I didn't understand what the earl meant. ”

"War never creates anything good, killing, blood, death" The side that won the so-called glorious victory is only a little less corpse than the losing side, and in essence both sides are the same sorrow. Count Custer also looked into the eyes of the Red Wolf General.

"You've seen it. Checkmate. Innocent children, old people, stacking scenes of death on the side of the street. Young women were raped, brutalized, and abandoned everywhere like garbage. The young man who went to the battlefield, while worrying about his relatives at home, was numb and crazy to kill others,"

"People, I don't understand, and I never want to understand, why I can't quit war, because of any reason to recognize war. It's all absurd in the end. The essence of war is a monster, a monster created by human error. I can't defeat this monster, but I can at least choose not to support it, even if it's a weak endeavor. ”

The Count said lightly.

"If that's what you're thinking, you're wrong, Lord Earl. Lornal narrowed his eyes slightly, "War is an indispensable driving force, even if it takes the form of destruction and destruction, it is temporary. ”

"The war that the king needs to win, and will win the war, because the king is the son of the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Emperor who is destined to unify the continent is born, and any existence that wants to stop this process is stupid and ignorant, whether it is the Sindan Kingdom or something else. ”

Lornal's tone. There is a vague hint of fanaticism that borders on faith.

"Son of the Holy Spirit, do you know how many careerists in history have called themselves so?" Count Custer shook his head, "The Holy Emperor is coming, the five swords are one, the world is in the heart, and the gate of the realm is opened" is just an old legend, the Heavenly Realm does not exist at all, and it is impossible for any Holy Emperor to establish an empire. ”

"That's not a legend. It's a prophecy, a prophecy that will come true. Lonal said solemnly.

"Is there any evidence?" scoffed Earl Custer.

"The evidence is in the hands of the king, and there is also "on the Sword Saint Mountain." Lornal slowly stood up and looked down at the old man in front of him with a compassionate eye.

"I admire you as a person. Sorry for your foolishness, Count. ”

With that, the Red Wolf General turned and left. The guards who had been standing guard outside the door then closed the cell door and removed the torch. The dungeon returned to darkness, and only the old man was left in silent contemplation.

Lonal returned to the main hall of the castle and sat down in the lord's seat, and then the side door opened to reveal a short man in a black robe.

"General, what are the instructions for summoning your subordinates?" the dwarf said in a low voice, bowing slightly.

"Summons the shadows, prepare," Lonal said coldly.

"Uh?" said the short man, "but, I haven't been able to find the big fish yet."

"Pull the net. You can continue to look for it later, and if you can't find it, forget it. For the sake of "big fish." Continue to indulge those who are wicked. Our losses are too great. Lornal said coldly.

"Custer. Jan is a good lord, but he is ignorant and stubborn, and I have tried my best to persuade him, and I think the king will understand me. ”

The dwarf was silent for a while.

"The subordinates receive the order. ”

"Also, the one who killed the corgi, I want to live. There was a hint of wolf-like ferocity in Lonal's eyes.

A room somewhere in the city of Les. The injured blonde woman was asleep on the bed, and the black-haired youth sat by the window, holding a glass double sword, slowly dancing with the thoughts in his heart.

His movements are incomparably soft, and he looks like he is practicing a dance posture, slow and graceful.

With one grid and one style, the two swords flashed with different shades of glow, and as he swung his sword faster and faster, the blade swayed out bursts of phantom, beautiful, soft, and cold.

Until the speed reaches a limit, the two swords suddenly come out of their hands, quickly exchange between the palms of the hands, interspersed, and also swirl and roll on the fingertips, and then sometimes slide to the wrists, sometimes fly to the arms, sometimes climb to the shoulders, neck, and head"

Then, Chongyang even stood up and flew a pair of short swords to any position on his body, on his head, and in his ears. armpits, back, thighs, knees, and toes" glowed with crimson swords, like birds with life, leaping unbelievably around the young man's body.

In the end, they really flew.

From the hands to the whole body and then to the complete detachment, the glazed twin gangsters became as if they were pulled by invisible silk threads and controlled by Chongyang in the air. Swing a web of layers of sword shadows around you!

"Glass sword, lingering silk. ”

Chongyang finally retracted one by one, retracted the two swords violently, grasped the left and right backhands, and quietly experienced the understanding.

"You" how could it

An uncanny murmur came from the bed next to him.

Chongyang turned his head to look. It turned out to be Range. Suo woke up, his eyes wide, looking at him as if he were an alien.

The "Famous Sword" is the heirloom sword of our family, "Why can you" use it to such a level? Even my father and grandfather have not been able to master it to this extent! Who the hell are you!?"