A small white butterfly flapped its broken wings desperately in the storm, strands of severed silver hair fluttering in the air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Alina was panting, her eyes were in a daze, she didn't know if it was exhaustion or injury, her throat was like a broken air pipe, and every time she breathed, her dry throat let out a cry of pain.

Alina's arms went limp, and despair in the midst of the boundless storm made her bones weak. She began to question herself, why did she go into the ring to fight this terrifying opponent, why did she persist under the rain of swords, she could give up, and no one would blame her.

That's it.

Defeated by pain and despair, the silver-haired girl was persuaded by defeat, her right hand hung down weakly, and she stopped, looking at the blade of the sword that was coming at her at high speed, motionless.

"If you can't even beat Kukaron, your so-called adventurous life is just a fantasy on paper. ”

Suddenly the words of Kazkaz that day rang in his ears.

It is like the wind blowing from a blower, the coal buried deep in the ground, the orange and yellow oil, and the dying flame of fighting spirit, which ignited with a bang and turned into a sky-high flame.

Alina pursed her lips, anger replacing despair, her eyes bursting with a terrifying light as if her eyes were burning.

The blade looked like it was about to touch her forehead, and Kukarun suddenly felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, the opponent who gave up a moment ago was suddenly full of fighting spirit. She raised her rose-colored longsword, smashing the wind elemental's blade apart at breakneck speed, then quickly approached him, burrowed into his defenses, and struck him on the wrist.

She was as fast as a petrel skimming across the sea, and Kukaron's eyes could only catch her afterimage.

He let go of his left hand and punched Alina hard, but the casserole-sized iron fist was grabbed by the slender hand with the silver gloves, and the huge force came from the slender fingers, and Alina's left hand pushed hard, and Kukarun felt as if he was wrestling with the dragon. His arm, pushed back with unquestionable force, leaving him open. Alina changed her mind, her blade stabbing into Kukaron's stomach.

Kukarun felt a force penetrate his body from the tip of his sword, like a knight charging at him, stabbing him in the stomach with a riding spear clipped under his armpit. He also heard the screeching sound of metal being violently pierced.

The force that penetrated his body made his mind blank for a moment, he staggered, weightlessness made him lose his sense of direction, time slowed down, and cacophony filled his ears.

Alina grabbed him by the waist and tried to throw him to the ground.

Lost?

He was falling backwards, seeing silver hair fluttering in the air, emerald green headbands bound by soft silver threads, and remembered the banner of his father's warband.

A Livia warrior will never surrender!

His father's slogan as he led the townsfolk in their assault on the Koutao Fishmen crossed the barrier of time and reached his head, overshadowing the voices and all distractions. Overcoming the sharp pain and weightlessness in his stomach, Kukarun let go of the hilt of his sword and grabbed Alina's slender shoulders with his large hands, pulling her to the ground.

He landed on his back and bent his waist violently, the wound in his stomach tortured his nerves hard, a force exploded in his body, and he used his inertia to flip backwards and throw Alina hard, not forgetting to kick her in the stomach.

Alina, slamming to the ground, stood up in embarrassment.

Both were scarred and tormented by pain, covered in dust like soldiers in a battlefield fight to the death. Alina was the first to rush towards Kukaren with her sword, perhaps psychologically, as she seemed to hear the sound of her muscles snapping, and worse, she began to fear after realizing that the wound had been bleeding.

Do I have a phobia? This little question popped up in Alina's head, but was quickly overwhelmed by anger and pain.

Kukarun struggled to contain his anger, his hand lightly touching the dagger at his waist.

"Father bless me!" he roared, raising his sword high to meet the half-elf charging with his sword.

In the rare bright sun of late autumn in Kazakhstan, the fiery red sword blade and the snow-white sword blade are about to clash.

It was another flame, and the flames suddenly appeared and came at you, instantly turning the whole world into fiery red and burning. But Kukaron was not alarmed, he called on the power of the wind to defend himself, and the calm and angry fellow calmly passed through the flames, not distracted by the flashy red flames that were striking.

The blades were added, and Alina held the sword with both hands with incomprehensible force, shaking the "Blade of War" open, and quickly prepared for the next blow with superhuman agility. Kukaron let go of her left hand and clenched her fist at Alina, who turned sideways and perfectly dodged Kukaron's punch, aiming at her sword-wielding hand and slashing at it.

Alina suddenly realized that she was wrong, Kukaren's punch did not miss, her eyes widened, and she saw Kukaren's clenched fist open, it was not a boxing at all! The air distorted, a powerful spell was brewing, and the silver-haired girl felt her sword tremble. There is no doubt that before striking the **** Karen weapon, she will be hit and then defeated.

She must not lose!

She yelled at Kazkaz in her heart, give me more strength! I want to be faster!

"A copper coin?"

"Quick!"

A small part of her body was alienated in an instant, and her long sword suddenly accelerated. In a flash of light, the silver-haired girl's longsword seemed to cross the space and slashed at Kukaron's wrist. The sturdy iron bracers succumbed before absolute force, it concave, cracked. The pain tore at Kukaron, he gritted his teeth and clenched his sword. However, with a screeching sound, the Blade of War came out of its hand, and the greatsword spun in the air and flew off the field.

Almost at the same time.

Boom!

The air roared, and a fan-shaped shockwave erupted from Kukaron's left hand, and the furious air blasted into Alina's hands!

At this time, Aliana's sword had just reached the end of the arc, and her hands were straight, and it was when her grasp of the sword was weakest that she only felt as if an angry bull had hit her hands. The tremendous force forced her to let go of her hands, and the fiery rose sword came out of her hand, and the audience saw a wonderful scene - the long swords of both sides, one after the other, flew out of the ring.

Alina followed the force of the shockwave, her body spun to the right to regain her balance, kicked her foot on the ground, and pulled out the short sword at her waist with her backhand, and pounced on Kukaron, the short sword in her hand pointed directly at his neck. He was too surprised by the speed with which Alina erupted, and Kukarun drew the dagger that his father, who had killed him, at his waist with his left hand. Stabbed Alina in the neck fiercely, looking at the bright dagger that shook her dagger, Alina's heart was cold, and Kukaron's reaction was beyond her expectations.

No matter how fast she was, the dagger would stab her in the neck first. Quite simply, Kukarun is almost two meters tall, and there is no doubt that his arms are longer than Alina's, and Alina can only rely on hope.

The two passed by, and a miracle didn't happen, and the dagger stabbed Alina's neck first, and at that moment she even thought her neck was going to be broken. Alina stopped, clutching her neck, the carved dagger in her hand falling to the ground, inertia causing her to stagger forward a few steps and stop.

The two were facing away from each other, and she could hear her muscles pulling and breaking the rubber band.

Still lost? Obviously, I did my best.

With a wry smile, she slowly let go of the hand that was clutching her neck and looked down at her hands.