"Stop!" shouted Toria. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But it was too late, and she watched as the blade bit in from the necks of the two of them inch by inch, cutting, and separating. It's as if every frame has been frozen.

Blood splattered out.

Death could not separate them, and the two headless corpses slowly collapsed in each other's arms.

Is it still too late?

Why?

Why can't the sword save even a single person, no matter how fast the sword is?

Why don't even unarmed civilians spare?

Life, love, and happiness are so vulnerable.

Is it really only killing and strength that can protect all this?

"Yo, there's a chick over there, pretty Peugeot. Come here, everyone!" the soldiers quickly leaned over, but they didn't notice that there was only a thick killing intent left in the girl's eyes.

If that's the case, let's kill it.

"Tiger Cut - Running Tiger Attack!"

The dust is cut out of the sheath, and the silver light surges.

Toria streaked through the crowd, one red and one silver, and her steps were as heavy as lead.

One step at a time!

Each leap was unusually light, but the landing sword was like a thousand forces converging in the sword, cutting precisely into the throats of the soldiers.

Ten people fell to the ground, clutching their necks, breathing desperately, but they couldn't add any more air to their lungs, so they could only struggle to suffocate to death.

Is it cruel?

No, this is nothing compared to the suffering of the Tihas!

"Tiger Cut-Crazy Tiger Mania!"

The sword light is like electricity, bursting out, the sword dance is like falling Ying, and the illusion is a phantom, so fast that it can't be blocked.

Tesuji, hamstrings, ears, nose, eyes.

Break it for me!

Ten more fell to the ground and wailed on the ground like cattle.

The remaining one blew the rally whistle desperately in a panicked tone, asking for reinforcements from the troops.

Tolia just watched and waited quietly.

Come on, if happiness is protected by strength.

Then let me become Shura and protect their happiness.

"What is a sword?" said the black-haired middle-aged man, his thin lips lightly.

The young Tolia stared blankly at her master, who was obviously asking herself what she was asking just now, but her master's eyes wandered out of the window, as if she was questioning another void phantom.

"Father said that the sword is a weapon, and it is used to win fame and wealth!" Toria thought for a long time, but could only get out what she had heard from her father.

"A sword is a weapon, a sword is a weapon. Scold... That's right. Such a vulgar statement was agreed by this dusty man, and the corners of his mouth hooked a thin curl: "But how many people have forgotten that it is just a weapon." ”

"Huh?" said Tolia, looking at her master in confusion.

A warm big hand pressed the little girl's head.

"For those who are new to swordsmanship, the sword is only a weapon, and it is called a sword. The man seemed to wake up from his dream and looked at his apprentice again.

"Three to five years will be a small success, swordsmanship practice thousands of times, the sword has long become a part of your body, with the movement of the body, called the body sword. ”

"After another five to ten years, the swordsman begins to have his own goals, and the sword begins to move with people's obsessions, the stronger the obsession, the stronger the sword, which is called the soul sword. ”

At this point, the swordsman has become attached to the sword in his hand, and the thoughts in his heart have never wavered, and in order to carry out his own way, he has cut off everything that hinders him. ”

Tolia nodded in understanding.

The man sighed helplessly: "But how can people's obsessions be all good thoughts?"

"Kill or protect, or kill, or protect, or gain, or fame, or power, or for others, or for oneself. ”

"A strong obsession brings great power, or you can be invincible in the world, and you are respected as a sword saint and a sword god, but looking back on your body, you are getting farther and farther away from your original pursuit. ”

"How many people are in the heart of saving the world and saving the people, and in the end, the blood stained on the sword is more than they have saved. ”

"How many people exchange swords for profit in order to make themselves and their families live a good life, but in the end, they are full of enemies, and none of their families can keep them. ”

"How many people do everything in order to be famous in the world, compete and compete, and in the end, only a lifetime of infamy remains. ”

The man gasped and pulled away from Toria's head, holding his forehead.

There was a long silence.

"Master, isn't this the highest realm?" asked Toria.

"It's not. The man said slowly: "But it is the most terrifying realm." ”

The hand holding his forehead slowly lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing a shocking scar: "The man who frustrated me has been trapped in his own obsession like a beast all his life, unable to extricate himself. ”

Whether it is joy or sorrow, only he can evaluate. ”

"But Toria, you have to remember. ”

"Don't forget your heart!"

"The sword is just a weapon, and only by adhering to one's own heart can one truly not stagnate!"

How many are these?

Toria had forgotten.

I don't feel tired, I don't feel pain.

She began to be excited about blood and happy to kill.

Because only the blood of these people can temporarily calm the resentment in her heart.

Dust slashing sword dance, dipped in blood for painting!

The master's words loomed in his mind.

The realm of the soul sword - obsession - never turn over.

The words flashed out from time to time like flying sword light, but they were quickly overwhelmed by another crazy voice in the bottom of their hearts.

Kill them!

Beasts are inferior to the guys.

Kill for the sake of protection.

Don't have more context happening!

That's right, kill them!

Kill, kill, kill!

Kill!

"Tiger cut - tiger tooth breaking!"

The sword light went straight to the reinforcements that had just arrived from the Nord Navy, and instantly slashed the top three people to the ground.

The dust slashed back, taking away another life that was about to scream.

In the face of the nimble and tricky dust cutting, the tight armor has no influence at all.

The eye holes, throat guards, and shin gaps in the visor can be cut through like a snake.

Like an angel of death, Tolia weaves through the enemy's army, covered in her own blood and the blood of others.

Murderous eyes, murderous swords.

"Oh my God, what is she?"

"I obviously hit her.,Why... ”

"That's what demons are all about, aren't they?"

Demons: If only demons can stop you demons, then become demons.

The sword moved again, and the chilling sword qi roared and pounced on the trembling enemy!

！！！！！！？

There was no sound of flesh tearing, no screaming wails.

Only a short "ding" was left to put an end to the sword.

Rador's scimitar accurately rested on Tolia's longsword and laughed maniacally: "Ah, what a killing intent, what a wonderful look." It turns out that I'm not the only demon here. ”

The power of the scimitar exploded, pressing Tolia back again and again.

"But one demon is enough!"

Swiftly climbing over a low wall, Shivana climbed onto the roof with a little effort.

In an instant, more than a dozen arrows roared.

Sivana twisted her waist and avoided it in the air, and with a flick of her wrist, three cold rays of light burst out.

Yes~!

The screams were heard immediately.

Three are missing, how many are left? ten? eleven?

Shivana, who was out of the math gap, couldn't help but frown.

Forget it, it's only a matter of time anyway.

As soon as his body hit the ground, he immediately rushed out with all his strength, and blew the whistle in his mouth at the same time.

A soft hawk chirped from not far away.

At the same time, in the darkness, three sharp arrows burst through the sky and nailed into the Nord naval team that was chasing Shivana.

There was another scream.

Shivana's brow furrowed even tighter.

What is it called?

It caused me to count again.

How many are left!?

The powerful waist and abdomen strength supported Shivana's delicate body to stop and twist in the rush, and the crossbow in her hand was fired!

Two more pursuers fell to the ground.

Oh, and fifteen more?

Hey, sure enough, it's a number or something, it's the least good.

After flipping to the ground, Shivana's figure disappeared into the alley in vain.

The most special travel tactics of the Silver Feather Army, a hundred Silver Feather members are scattered in the streets and alleys, using their familiarity with the terrain and the agility of their body to consume the enemy army in the move.

Each team member has been specially trained to hear and position, and can quickly distinguish the position and distance of teammates through the eagle whistles equipped with each other, so as to give teammates the fastest long-range strike support in the dark.

This unit is simply made to hunt in the dark!

The Nord Naval Commando of two whole squads can even lose a woman!

"It's gone. The team leader gritted his teeth: "These hateful rats are scurrying around in the tunnels, and when they are caught, they will definitely have to be tortured to let them know what life is better than death." ”

Looking around, the team leader could only turn around and lead the team away.

Click~

"Wrong feeling under your feet, this sticky feeling and taste.

It's oil!

The squad leader pulled his leg as fast as he could, trying to rush out of the alley.

It's a pity it's too late!

The flames fell from the rooftops, and in an instant they turned into fire dragons and rushed out of the alley, devouring the remaining fifteen people.

Shivana watched quietly at the mouth of the alley, fascinated by the flames.

How like.

The moment the cottage was breached three years ago.

"Why!" she was close to breaking down as she saw the refugees she had taken in being thrown into the flames by the army one by one, "Why !!"

"We didn't kill anyone!"

"These are refugees who can't survive!!"

"We're just robbing passing caravans!!"

"We're just trying to survive!!"

"Stop!!"

"Stop!!"

"Please, let them go!"

The hands had been cut by the straw rope and their heads had been broken, but the soldiers continued to push the refugees into the fire one by one with a blank face!

The smell of burnt smell came in bursts, making this usually hearty eldest sister stunned.

Who's coming?

Who's going to save us!

"Help me. ”

The squad leader was scorched black and smoking, crawling through the alley, squirming on the ground with difficulty.

Shivana walked up to him with a blank face.

I was bad at math, but I remember very well that day, there were two hundred people.

Two hundred people were burned alive.

Struggling, crying, turning to charcoal.

"Help... The squad leader groaned, having lost his mind.

How ugly, this begging gesture.

Just like yourself that day.

It's like losing all dependence, all hope.

If there is any straw, hold on tightly, even if it is the enemy.

It was the man, the smiling, cynical man who saved her at the last moment like a god from heaven.

She vividly remembered the moment when the hand stained with enemy blood reached out to her.

"Now, let's fight together in the future, join us, and protect what we want to protect together. ”

"Lord Perel" Sivana said silently, the longbow in her hand full of strings, "Now I am also protecting this city!"

The bow sounds, the string falls.