In the snowy tundra, under the snowflakes in the sky, the two brothers looked at each other as always, but the familiar cold air could not cool down the boiling emotions.

The shadow of the sword, the light of the sword, seems to be chopping through time.

Inexplicably, flesh and blood are flying, but consciousness is stuck in memories.

Unconsciously, at the moment when the four magic swords were ready, I seemed to have taken another step forward.

If I had relied on my ability to contend with the Lord God with my restrained characteristics in the previous duel with Sophokri, perhaps at the moment, in the eyes of the world, I would have reached the standard of the Lord God.

"Guilty."

Magic Sword. Revenge, the phantom of the Sleepless floats in mid-air, and every time the mallet falls, not only snowflakes fly, but also our souls of each other.

Perhaps, the fact that this magic sword can hurt Cavins to this extent is the most direct proof.

Over time, this sword is liquidating our "sins" and attacking at the soul level according to the degree of sin.

At this stage, Cavins' sins were much heavier than mine, so each time the wounds were more severe.

But with each trial, the magic in my body was greatly depleted, and this inexplicable prostration made people vomit, after all, this sword was still in my use.

"Heh, judging ourselves with our own sword is simply suicidal, but I'm afraid that no matter how we fight, we will eventually develop to this point.........."

In order to maintain the characteristics of the two magic swords of Northland and Vengeance at the same time, I have spent a lot of mana, and even though the mana recovery ability of the Mature Arbiter bloodline is outrageous enough, the head-on battle is still at a disadvantage.

Cavins' black magic sword slammed into it, a fast sword that the naked eye couldn't lock, slashing across my cheek...... But in the end, it missed for a moment, but it didn't hit the fatal part.

"Oh, cut it here."

I pointed to my fragile neck, but Cavins didn't respond to my taunt.

Yes, it's not that he can't bear it or something, it's just that he doesn't dare to cut it.

At this point, I had a wound in my right shoulder that went up to my chest and almost pierced my heart.

And the same wound in the same part of Cavins, from the right shoulder to the chest, where the heart stopped, was burning with pain.

"Revenge, blood for blood, wound for wound."

This is the magic sword. The second function of revenge is actually exactly the same as the first, the same is to liquidate the criminals according to the degree of "sin", but its reckoning is immediate.

When this magic sword is activated, within its power, under the watchful eye of the Inquisitor's sleepless, all harmful actions will be directly engraved on the perpetrator.

Chop off your opponent's head, your head will fall off, cut off your opponent's arm, your arm will fall off, this is a magic sword that cannot be won, but it is also a magic sword that will never lose.

Yes, from the beginning, I didn't expect to win against Cavins in close combat, all I expected was not to lose.

"It's really strong and unreasonable......."

Even if I have been mentally prepared for a long time, this kid Cavins is above me in swordsmanship, above me in magic qualifications, and above me in combat experience, I shouldn't be able to beat hand-to-hand combat, but it really makes people very angry to fight to this point.

Speed, strength, and skill were all suppressed, and each sword was instantly seen through and then countered.

No matter what kind of trap is laid, the next whimsical blow will definitely shatter all the battle layout and thinking, and finally turn into a dogfight that relies on instinct, and then is dragged down by the opponent's rich experience in abusive combat.

Neither side used the mysteries of swordsmanship and the great magic that had been chanted for a long time, because at this distance, in this chaotic snow-stricken battlefield, the seemingly simple flat slash was the best choice for the two sword saints to agree.

Snowflakes fluttered, black swords and lightsabers collided, flesh and blood flew across the snow and dyed a new red, and everything fell into a cycle of repeatedness.

Slash, stab, dodge, counter, trade wounds for wounds, and get inflicted the same pain.

The swordsmanship sparring from my childhood was staged again, and although both sides had killing intent this time, judging from the results, it was no different, and I was still at a disadvantage.

What's even worse is that Cavins is still getting stronger.

Yes, although the injury is getting worse and worse, but regardless of strength, speed, skill, and accuracy, they are all rising slowly and steadily, and the same skill is invalid if used once, and the original effective killing move is directly forcibly cracked next time, this seemingly ordinary, in fact, cheating The same combat talent is as shameless as ever.

That instinctive battle instinct is really a headache.

In the face of the strange anti-damage ability, most people will hesitate, and even consider whether they will win if they continue like this, and it is possible to stop directly.

Then, it will give me enough time to charge up the Dawn Sword and unleash a deadly (and doomed) heavy blow.

But Cavins, at the moment he noticed the counter-injury, at the moment when I started to charge up, he didn't hesitate to exchange the injury for the injury, preventing me from accumulating.

And what's even more headache, I can feel it, the magic sword. The damage of revenge to it had begun to be discounted, and he had vaguely become resistant to the power of the law.

"Ha, I'm used to it, Roland, do you have any other trump cards?"

Blocking the falling icicle with his hand, Cavins laughed very badly.

I know better than anyone that the power of law is not omnipotent, it is just a subordinate concept of the power of order, it is the same level of existence as the Holy Light, it is just an emerging supernatural force in this world, and it is not fundamentally different from magic, it will be resisted and eliminated in the same way, but it is really a little frustrating to see Cavins adapt to the trump card so quickly.

"Heh, who doesn't dare to say big words, okay, I'll stand still, do you dare to cut my neck."

Even if he has resistance to the first liquidation ability of the magic sword, the second ability to instantly reflect damage still makes this battle destined to be a fatigue battle.

We all know that it is impossible to kill the opponent directly, he has been guarding against my left hand without a sword, and the Four Elemental Seal is still the trump card to end this battle.

And most of his sword blades chose my ankle rings, arms and other limbs, and it seems that eliminating my movement and fighting ability seems to be the way he chooses to win.

Suddenly, Cavins fell silent, and he plunged his sword directly into the snow.

"....... it's boring, Roland, it seems that he didn't intend to win me from the beginning. No, you didn't think about killing me in the first place. ”

I wanted to refute, but looking at those familiar cold pupils, I finally didn't say anything.

Yes, the power of the law is a double-edged sword of vengeance, which may seem amazing, but in fact it has a limiting effect.

Restricting the fighting between the two sides, limiting the hand-to-hand combat between the two sides, delaying the time for the two sides to divide the victory and defeat, but not improving our chances of winning.

Those who are truly hungry for victory will invest resources in strengthening their superiority and trying to crush their opponents, while I, from the very beginning, have been thinking about not losing and how to die together.

There is nothing wrong with this strategy, under normal circumstances the strength of Cavins should be above me, and there is nothing wrong with the weak giving priority to not losing.

Coupled with the special relevance of our souls, it makes perfect sense to consider that we will not lose.

The current scene makes Cavins dissatisfied? He thinks I'm perfunctory to him?

"I'm serious about killing you, but you're perfunctory, what do you mean."

Perhaps, that's what he meant.

Suddenly, Cavins laughed, and laughed badly.

"It seems that we need to give you a little more motivation...... Roland, do you think that since there are two gates, there is no third door? Do you think that killing my fetus and mother will stop me, have you forgotten, Lord Plane...... And the bloodline that you and I both know! ”

"What?"

For a moment, I thought a lot, but then, laughing and swinging the sword, the magic sword that smelled of danger, blocked all speech.

Even if I consoled myself and told myself that the Lord Plane and my allies would not watch this deteriorate, and even if I had reserved insurance for that bloodline, I still had many emotions that shook me.

In the next second, I also made up my mind that the accumulated ice and snow were enough, and the ace who was enough to win must end this battle as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, the Ice Demon Sword plunged into the snow, and the snow began to boil.

"Let's get started. Zero's March. (To be continued.) )