"Damn!"

In the night when the sound of killing was everywhere, sudden wild laughter kept coming. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the blood-red streets, the giant of the Brotherhood, Maurice, leaned against the door of a grocery store, panting and struggling to pull a stockless dagger out of his shoulder.

Beside him, one of the Brotherhood's elites had fallen, the same stockless dagger stuck in the back of his head.

Morris, the fraternity's human trafficking giant, gasps and waves his hand to stop the killer Lejock who is about to storm the roof.

"Can't chase! Fox just wants to exhaust us from running for our lives. ”

In the distance, the 'Knife Clown' of the Blood Vial Gang sprang away from the rooftop, leaving behind a wild laugh all the way.

"But if we continue like this, we'll be harassed to death by him - the Joker is an Ability Warrior, much better than the average Ability. ”

Leyok jumped off the street, looked at the five remaining elites around him, all wounded, and frowned.

Morris took a deep breath and made a clear analysis: "He, as well as the Ghost of the Wind, are all carefully selected, using their unique abilities to contain us, hinder us from going to other people, so that their super-level strong hands can slaughter our elite, and - even if they are killed by the clown with throwing knives,"

"It's better than being lured to the Wizard of Qi by him—those people are calamities that can't be provoked. Morris stood up and waved his hand.

"The retreat order should have been passed out, and the same order will probably be issued by the Qincha side, how many of our people can survive depends on their luck. ”

Lejork looked at Morris, beckoned to the elites, and the group continued to set off.

"We've been detouring because of these 'walls of air', and probably the same goes for everyone else, if we run into the mage himself-"

Halfway through his sentence, Lejork's words were interrupted by Morris:

"He won't take it lightly!And let's not think about going for that scourge! It's not easy for a mage to maintain such an 'air wall', but since he has chosen to divide and surround us, he will have to rely on his lackeys to snipe us, and this is our only chance. ”

Morris gritted his teeth, revealing a hideous expression.

"Let those hypocrites who think they are noble, look at the Brotherhood, and look at the strength of us 'inferior people'!"

"We who came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain are not comparable to the big men of the Blood Vial Gang!"

"Even if we can't get out, Black Sword will avenge us!"

"Even if the enemy is a magician!"

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In a dark house, only an old-fashioned candle burns.

"Are you saying that all of our people are trapped in Hongfang Street? So far, except for a few thugs, not a single person who can be responsible has been able to come out?"

Nasri nodded, and on one knee, he looked respectfully and fearfully at his immediate superior, and the "Sleepless Eye" Corbean Lancer reported:

"Shortly after I took my shift at the Dark Sentinel, the first people to rush out arrived. According to them, after Lord Morris ordered to retreat, the first few groups of people who wanted to rush out were intercepted by the bald Spin and Dorno with an ambush team. It wasn't until just now, when the bald Spin and Dorno were dead at the entrance to Red Square, that they rushed out safely. ”

No one knows how old Corbean Lancer, the "Sleepless Eye", is this year, only that he has been a giant in charge of intelligence collection since the establishment of the Brotherhood of the Dark Street, mysterious and weird, a dark in the dark, a secret in the secret.

He hid himself forever under a dark red cloak, revealing only his dry and thin chin, but everyone he stared at felt a deep chill.

Lancer pondered for a moment and asked slowly:

"Spin and Dorno are both twelve supreme strong, Spin is extremely tough, and Dorno is good at camouflage sneak attacks, and it is only possible to kill the two of them, at least those above the level of thirteen generals. Is it Lejock, or is it Moria, or is it Adrianza, or is it the Talon brothers, or is it just the two giants, Cencha and Morris?

Lancer's words were ethereal, as if they had come from another room.

Nasri shook his head, trying to contain the fear in his heart.

What a mistake, Maurice would probably be upset with me—Lancer thought silently, still unmoved on the surface.

It's time to clean up the rats.

The Brotherhood is different from the squad formed by a bunch of old guys twelve years ago.

Lancer smiled wryly and waved Nasri's command.

"Wake up, activate all the sleepers in Area XC! ”

"Send all the people from the second and third sentinels to the entrance of Hongfang Street! From the roof to the sewer, I must know exactly how much hair grows on the legs of each flying black fly!"

"Yes!"

"Let those who escaped carefully recall the details of the streets, select the best men of the first sentry to infiltrate the streets of Hongfang one by one, and set up sentinels regardless of sacrifice. Flying pigeons, flares, torches, whatever you use, at least contact Chincha and Morris! I want a channel from Heijie Street to Hongfang Street to deliver unimpeded news!"

"Yes!"

"Send the people of the fourth outpost to other places, from the black street to the abandoned house, from the stinky ditch to the sewer, from the big bazaar to the west city gate, and go all out to be vigilant!

"Yes!"

"The fifth outpost is divided into two teams! One team informs the other giants in the guild, and the other team immediately rushes to the Exeter Kingdom to bring back that old fellow Ramon! If he doesn't want to, say it's the will of the Black Sword!"

"Yes!"

Cencha and Morris are among the Big Six, but they are not vegetarians, and the Blood Vials want to trap them in without paying a little price, it is impossible!Lancer lowered his head and stroked the ruby ring in his hand.

That dead fat man, after all, was also a figure who could be the queen of the Black Sword Palace! As for the tall man Qin Cha, hmph, something harder than his fist, probably only his character.

And, Lancer thought to himself, and Edmund's dead cook...

The outcome is still undecided.

Lancer's expression under his cloak suddenly moved, and he noticed that something was wrong with his subordinates.

"What else do you not say?"

"Yes!" Nasri fell to his stomach in a cold sweat and gritted his teeth.

"The brothers of the patrol have just found out, and the beggars who found the abandoned house have all fled!"

"We have only recovered some of them, and now we are in a water cell, ready to be tortured. ”

Lancer's jaw twitched slightly.

Sleepless Eyes asked in a calm tone, "Torture what?"

Nasri clenched his fists and slammed his head down, spitting out the worsening news:

"Quaid Roda is dead in a ruined house!"

"His deputy, Nar Rick, is out there right now, begging to see you, my lord!"

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"Go down, hide. Yara's tone grew cold again.

"There is no escaping this battle. ”

Tails quickly slipped down and fell to a hidden stone pier, pulling out a black cloth and covering his nose.

Even though the smell of blood was already all around.

Tails had just taken two breaths when Yara next to him jumped onto the roof.

The bartender did a backflip, her upper half folded back, and her hands pressed to the ground, as if she was dodging a hidden weapon.

"Whew!"

As Yala rolled over and got up, Tails heard a rush of wind resounding through the streets!

Immediately afterward, Yara fell from the roof to the ground, the twin knives on her legs already on her hands.

The wolf's leg knife slashed out one after another!

A few gusts of wind hurried away.

In the wind that couldn't distinguish things, Tails only heard the sound of clothes flying twice, and he didn't know if Yala had been hit.

Then, a gray, thin figure appeared on the street.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this the barmaid at the Sunset Bar, wearing goggles, is she going to swim? Don't be so surprised, after all, I used to hide my face and drink in the dark street. ”

"You're wearing gray today, it's a shame it's not good, otherwise we'd be a couple. ”

A feminine and weird voice, a frivolous but not inferior tone.

Yala never said much during the fight, and she gently crouched down on one knee, which Tails knew was a precursor to her strength.

The gray-clad man took a few steps forward, barely making out the tattoos on his face in the faint moonlight.

"Maybe I should introduce myself, in Nizhny Midhila Rolf, you can also call me 'Ghost with the Wind'. ”

Tails' heart tightened—another twelve-strong.

"By the way, sister bartender, did you kill Dorno and Spin?"

"Don't get me wrong, I actually hate those two scourges too, but the adults have orders-"

Yara starts the acceleration without warning!

In the next moment, Yara, who was silent, had galloped in front of him.

Strange angles of double knives, cut out at the same time, change direction at the same time.

Kill the knife!

Tails shouted excitedly in his heart, watching Yala fight so many times, fighting in and out of the crowd, to say that there was not a glimmer of hope for becoming stronger, and a thirst for power, it would be a lie.

But Rolf disappeared into thin air!

Double slash into the air.

It didn't work?, Tails' heart tightened.

Yala didn't stop at all, she took a sharp turn, and the wolf leg knife in her right hand rushed into the air!

"Ding!"

There was a crisp metal thump.

Rolf's figure reappeared on Yara's right-hand side, taking two sharp steps back.

"Hey, how are you like Leyok," Rolf flicked the Hidden Blade on the back of his left hand, and said helplessly, "Can you Brotherhood killers sense my location?"

But before he could finish his sentence, a wolf-legged knife flew towards him!

Instant Kill Knife.

"Whew!"

There was a loud wind around Rolf, and the wolf-leg knife in mid-air was blown unsteadily.

"Dang!"

Then he was knocked away by a sword.

But Yala's figure instantly struck in front of the ghost with the wind, almost no slower than the throwing knife!

Before he could react, the bartender stabbed Rolf in the chest with a backhand in her left arm!

Did you hit it?

Tails was dizzying with excitement, waiting for this "instant killing knife" to make a contribution.

But he was disappointed to see that Rolf's gray clothes were agitating, and he was flying upwards with incredible speed, defying gravity.

Dangerously staggered this nirvana!

But Tails felt that Rolf's dodge was a bit embarrassing this time, because his figure was actually faintly visible, and there was no trace of him.

Yala tried to continue the assault, but it was as if she had tripped over something invisible, and she couldn't continue her unstoppable attack.

The power of the wind? Tails lowered his head, silently recalling the knowledge of his past life.

The bartender silently stepped back, picked up another wolf's leg knife on the ground, and waited for the next opportunity.

"It's so dangerous, one of the bartenders in the Brotherhood has this kind of strength?"

Rolf lightly wiped a scratch on his waist and abdomen, and his face was unhappy.

The wound was deeper than expected, and the angle of the knife was strange—the speed and force of the slash were beyond prediction.

Is it a sword technique that even a super-level master can threaten?

I think I've heard it somewhere.

Yala lifted her goggles and crouched down on one knee with a knife in hand.

"Hey, bartender," Rolf said in a sinister voice, seeing that the other party was preparing to assault:

"Before I came to the stars, I also traveled on the mainland for a while, and once saw an assassination in the Duchy of Thera. ”

"It was the most direct, risky, and most difficult assassination I've ever seen in my life. ”

"The assassin used two knives, exerting force from the rooftop, galloping out, and the attack was continuous and irresistible. ”

Rolf lowered his head, and his feminine voice was full of solemnity and seriousness:

"So, 'Locust Blade' Ba'an Nate Sariton. ”

"Who is you?"

Yara didn't reply, but Tails instinctively felt bad.

Ba'an Nate Saliton?

In the next moment, the graceful figure of the bartender had galloped out, and in an instant, it attacked Rolf's eyes!

Tails had the illusion that the silent bartender had a change of mood after hearing the name!

The bartender, who had been silent for a long time, roared like crazy: "Stranger!"

Yara Saliton, shoot with anger!

By now, Tails had seen Yara's strike many times, always quiet, unobtrusive, direct and deadly.

But this time is different.

This time, Tails heard Yara's knife like thunder like an unprecedented sound!

"Boom!"

Rolf's expression changed drastically.

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"Khooth!"

Two swords collide like thunder!

The bodies of the figures of both realms erupted with shimmering energy, one star-blue and the other red.

The promising noble vigilante, Cohen Karabiyan, was gritting his teeth, feeling the power coming from the enemy's sword, who was not weaker than him, or at least a super-rank swordsman—how long had it been since he had encountered such an opponent?

Since leaving the battlefield to fight the orcs?

Or that time, challenge Miranda yourself?

The two forces are intertwined, but Cohen knows that he has fallen behind.

Star-blue power began to flicker on his silver-white sword, and Cohen knew that if he continued like this, he would be the losing side sooner or later.

So his body shook suddenly, and the vibration it brought staggered the two people who were fighting the sword.

The two figures suddenly separated, and they took a few steps forward by inertia.

Cohen took six steps to steady.

And his enemy, with two steps to grasp the balance.

Cohen's expression was solemn, and he began to feel the need to rethink Director Solobick's words.

Then he turned around, looked at the tricky enemy in front of him, and asked, "You are using one of the sword styles of the Tower of Ends." ”

The other party did not reply.

"You're also a Terminator, trained in the Tower of Finishing, so you could have a better place to go. ”

"But why are you willing to stoop to the Blood Bottle Gang, be a gangster, do evil, and bully the weak?"

"The heart of the sword granted to you by the Termination Tower, is it the consciousness of being a lackey for people, bullying the weak and fearing the hard!"

His foe slowly turned, armed with a black half-length armor on his left shoulder and a red bandage on his right arm, with clear muscle lines faintly visible under the red and black clothing.

This is a fair-skinned man, but he doesn't make people feel elegant or delicate, because the look in those eyes is really murderous at the moment.

The red-and-black clothed swordsman silently looked at the guard officer from head to toe.

Is it this green-skinned mouse that broke through the trap of adults?

This green skin, this stance and starting style - is it a person from the army?

Listening to this red-black swordsman, he turned the cyan long sword in his hand with only one side of the gauntlet, and said lightly without care:

"Hey, Bruis. ”

"When will the Alert Department dare to take care of the Blood Vial Gang?"

Cohen took a step forward, narrowed the distance between him and the swordsman, and said coldly:

"I'm not questioning another sword now, I'm interrogating another sword as a police officer, Cohen Kalabyan, the swordsman of the terminator!"

The scene was quiet for a few seconds.

Until the expression of the red and black swordsman gradually became serious:

"The heart of my sword is an uninhibited will and free choice, as well as a quest for power. ”

"As long as I do what I want, the Blood Vials, the Brotherhood, the Shadow Shield, the Kingdom Secrets, the Royal Guard, or the Tower of the End will make no difference to me. ”

"So, your question is simply pointless. ”

"As for you, Qingpi, you who are willing to be a lackey of a country, what you get from that old-fashioned tower is the consciousness of a lackey, right?"

Hearing that the other party was an Ending Swordsman, but he had no respect or even a little hostility towards the Tower of Finishing, Cohen's face finally became solemn, with surprise and shock.

He remembered the story his teacher had told him while drinking while he was training in the tower.

The tragedy of that brother's wall, hand fight.

Cohen gritted his teeth in disbelief:

"You are the Inheritance of the Sword of Destruction outside the tower!"

"You are a member of the 'Sword of Calamity'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red and black swordsman moved!

The reddish finishing power surged around him like a tide, converging into a ferocious wave, and with his cyan long sword, it slashed down with an astonishing sound!

The sword intent is fierce and violent!

Cohen only felt that his whole body had fallen into a crimson vortex, and the finishing power around him was shattered and could not be mobilized.

The swordsman's ferocity followed his sword and surged straight into Cohen's chest!

His fair face was also covered with frost and cold, and he was no longer indifferent before.

"'Sword of Calamity'! Scourge on a par with the monsters?"

"Is that what you call Lord Crassus's sword?"

"His sword, our sword, is the true sword of the end. ”

"Of course we are a scourge, and to you old-fashioned, old-fashioned, sissy academics, we are your doomed woe. ”

"One day, we will destroy the Tower of the End and prove your absurdity. ”

The tone was cold and full of murderous intent .

Like his surging cyan sword.

Cohen's sword stood in front of the cyan longsword, but in an instant, the sword that shimmered with blue stars was bounced away!

Cohen gritted his teeth and retreated in embarrassment, but the cyan sword seemed to be a killing machine that followed him, and no matter which direction he moved and dodged, it seemed that he couldn't avoid it!

The young vigilante's heart sank, and the silver-white saber flickered and was handed out again, this time, directly to the throat of the swordsman.

But his enemies were still frantic and desperate, turning a blind eye to the incoming sword, and only urged the green sword in the red tide in his hand to roll towards Cohen's heart!

The crimson finishing power, as the sword intent erupted, tore the clothes on Cohen's chest.

Cohen struggled to maintain his sword intent, but hopelessly saw that the two swords staggered past, each stabbing towards the other's heart and throat in the friction of the power of the end!

Damn it!

Is this the style of the "Sword of Calamity" vein?

Such a crazy and fierce sword style, unrivaled strength, the will to do whatever it takes, and the consciousness of losing both.

No wonder they were banished!

Cohen smiled wryly as he faced his death.

Two swords, one green and one white, one triggering the crazy and unstoppable red tide, and the other shimmering with a faint star.

Winners and losers will be scored.