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Where is the mother?

What about Aunt Finna?

They'll be back.

She thought to herself, cowering in the snow, the cold wind blowing across her bare face and neck, bringing pain like a knife.

I almost lost my hands and feet.

And what about my brother and sister? What about Uncle Enzel?

She kind of missed the hot pie that Talia made...... Although every time she hates the garlic on top.

She walked past a man lying in the snow.

The man slept so deeply, curled up motionless, but with the happiest smile on his face.

I didn't even know that my eyebrows and hair were covered with ice crystals.

It's a 'laugher,' she told herself.

Yesterday, especially when she tried to help them sweep the ice crystals off their faces, Uncle Enzel told her with a smile that they were "laughers" and liked to sleep smiling in the winter wilderness, and would not wake up until spring - good girls should not disturb them, and it was better not to go near them.

Obedient, she continued to walk forward.

Her skirt was a little torn, and she was frustrated...... This is the dress that Aunt Li Xiya gave her before leaving for the royal capital.

She walked past the second "laughing man".

The "laughing man" seemed to be an older sister as old as the maid Talia, but she was dressed so little and so little, and she was leaning against the rocks with the corners of her mouth open, and she was holding a baby in her arms.

But the baby didn't smile, just closed its little eyes and mouth tightly, and didn't move.

It made her unhappy.

Why not laugh?

People in the North are supposed to smile, aren't they?

These are what Uncle Nolanur told her.

At the stables of Hancastle, as she left with her two other uncles, Nolanur laughed and took herself into his arms, laughing as before, and then stabbed her in the face with stubble in the midst of her disgruntled protests.

Well, Nolanur—her mouth curled at the thought of her youngest uncle.

If you show up now......

I'll just ...... Forgive your beard with great mercy.

She walked on, and met a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, many, many, many, too many to count......

Laughing people.

At this moment, a person who was not a "laughing person" finally appeared in front of him.

She looked up blankly at the strange boy in front of her.

The ragged boy lay next to another "laughing man", rummaging for something.

The boy noticed her approach, and the beast looked up like a furious man.

His eyes were a deep red, terrifying.

"Get out!"

The boy subconsciously guarded the things in his arms, staring at her viciously, and his voice was vigilant and fierce: "This is where I found it first! Food, clothes, everything is mine!"

"Get out!

"Go through the other corpses!"

She inhaled weakly, feeling the pain on her windswept face.

It's so fierce.

She pouted.

But she was a little hungry.

The view was blurry.

The freezing sensation poured down her mouth, nose, and windpipe into her lungs, causing her heart to spasm again.

She walked over to the boy.

"Little biaozi, if you dare to take a step forward," the boy, who was also shivering in the cold, opened his mouth fiercely and bared his teeth: "I'll bite you to pieces!"

She ignored the other party.

But her consciousness became more and more numb.

The field of vision is getting darker and darker.

But she still shuffled forward through the snow step by step, relying on sight rather than the touch of her feet, confirming the presence of the ground—she could barely feel her limbs that had been numb for so long.

The boy prostrate himself and let out a beastly roar, as if preparing for an attack.

She looked at the fierce-looking boy and took a deep breath, her lungs chattering again from the cold air.

She continued on her way.

The vigilance on the boy's face turned into murderous intent.

His right hand peeked out from behind him, holding a long rusty awl.

Mother said that to strangers......

The boy howled angrily, knocking her to the ground, weak.

Words to strangers......

She tugged at her frozen face.

The boy stared at her face and raised the awl in his hand menacingly.

She looked at the boy's dark red eyes and pulled an ugly arc from the corners of his mouth.

Smile too.

People in the North are supposed to smile, aren't they?

In the next moment, the chief of the 'seed' of the Terminator Swordsman, Miranda Arend, suddenly opened his eyes in the alleys of Longxiao City!

A sword with a groove had pierced half of her breastplate and pierced her left chest.

The blade of the sword is an inch into the flesh.

Stop in front of a beating heart.

But not even an inch further.

The middle-aged man of the Sword of Calamity frowned.

He watched as Miranda's blade, which happened to be stuck in his saber, stabbing into the hollow from the tip of the sword to the middle of the sword, against his strange sword.

Preventing it from piercing the heart of the female swordsman.

Just now, at the fatal moment of the last shot, Miranda decisively drew her sword, and the blade of the sword was inserted into the empty groove of the enemy sword.

It's like a carpenter working with a wedge embedded in an empty groove in a piece of wood.

Miranda's black-gloved hands clung to the hilt of her cross, cold sweat oozing pain and trembling from her head, and she was in a stalemate with her enemies.

Good fast sword.

And also...... That feeling of being unable to escape, is it his finishing power?

"It's really good," the middle-aged man exhaled softly, revealing an approving expression: "The reaction, observation, and heart are all rare and outstanding, and it is rare to be so young...... My student is smart, but lacks exercise and experience, and it will take him at least five years to catch up with yours. ”

"But from the very beginning, you were on the verge of death...... "The middle-aged man said in a cold tone, and the sword that stabbed into Miranda's chest suddenly stabbed forward.

Under his force, the two swords embedded in each other underwent a subtle deformation, emitting a moan characteristic of metal force in the air.

Pain came from the mouth of the heart.

Miranda's face contorted slightly.

As long as the tip of the sword goes one inch deeper, it will be in the blood tank.

The swordswoman gritted her teeth and held her breath, trying to rule out the dual effects of physical pain and psychological worry.

Listening to the rhythm of the enemy and feeling the beat of the enemy, she forced herself to get into the groove.

The first sword was suppressed at an absolute disadvantage - she had to find a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Miranda fended off the enemy sword to the death, her eyes wide open, and she watched the still enemy in the setting sun.

The middle-aged man sighed, "You know, I didn't want to use this one originally. ”

"But at present, it seems that simple swordsmanship and sword speed can't take you down immediately...... It was only four minutes before the patrol arrived. ”

The next moment, the middle-aged enemy's face showed an expression of pain and unbearable.

The ferocious finishing power seeped out of his arm muscles, invading the twin swords that the two of them had clashed!

Miranda's face changed.

That's what it is...... The kind of violent and insane finishing power that Cohen is talking about?

The middle-aged man's arm trembled, as if he had unleashed a fierce beast that had chosen to devour, and the explosive power rose up in his sword!

The two swords groaned at the same time in an accelerated tremor, like two overwhelmed patients.

Miranda felt the blade of the sword that pierced into her body begin to tremble, and stabbed her even further into the heart!

Worst.

The next moment.

"Whew!"

Blood splattered.

Miranda's left hand clutched her chest in pain.

But it's not over yet.

"Boom!"

The two swords clashed in friction, bursting with sparks that broke away from each other's inlays in the air.

The middle-aged man's sword light disappeared in the air.

Like a star in the night sky, it suddenly appeared!

Hit the injured Miranda.

The female swordsman raised her trembling sword and subconsciously swung it into the air!

"Boom!"

Less than a second after they separated, the two swords collided again in mid-air!

Miranda's sword blocked the enemy's attacks twice.

Both took a step back at the same time.

Miranda leaned against the wall behind her with a pale face, staring at the middle-aged man with wide eyes.

"May you die peacefully, swordsman. The middle-aged man sighed and shook the blood from his sword.

But the middle-aged man's expression suddenly froze.

He noticed the blood on his sword.

That's just a small amount of blood.

How can it be?

I must have pierced her heart......

But she ......

Is it the right-hearted man?Or is it equipped with protection that can resist the power of the end?The dwarven refining crystal plate?The elven royal family's Seiko silver chain mail?Silicone?

The middle-aged man looked up in disbelief at Miranda, who was weakly leaning against the wall.

"That strange finishing force didn't work, did it?"

I saw the female swordsman take a deep breath and remove her left hand covering her chest.

A long scar stretched from Miranda's heart to her shoulder, but it only cut through the light armor and bleed slightly.

The middle-aged man looked at him in surprise.

According to the original plan, his beast-like finishing power will inexorably invade the enemy's body, destroy the tissues in the body, delay the opponent's movement, and even devour and destroy her finishing power like a natural enemy.

Then, at the point where the opponent was unable to move or in pain, the blade he urged with the power of the end should have pierced directly into Miranda's heart, perhaps not deep, but enough to bleed.

Next, he will attack with terrifying sword speed, mobilizing the blood of his enemies, and within a few tenths of a second, bright red arterial blood will erupt from the chest of the female terminator until her life is completely withered.

However, she actually blocked a sword that was destined to pierce the heart......

The middle-aged man looked at the girl in front of him incomprehensibly.

"From the beginning of my attack, your movements have been normal, and your sword has been very smooth, and you have not blocked my stab attack without any delay, so to speak," After a few seconds, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hand, as if he had figured out something, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Impossible......"

The middle-aged man frowned: "You...... You are not affected by the 'Touch of Greed' in the slightest!"

Miranda took a deep breath and rearranged her sword pose.

"'Greedy Touch'? that's the name of your finishing power? "Miranda said coldly.

"My companion has told me what it feels like to have a crazy finishing power, designed to invade, destroy, and destroy," she said, raising her sword and pointing it directly at her opponent, "Ordinary finishing swordsmen must be helpless against that terrible finishing power." ”

"However, once you encounter the failure of this power trait...... What are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man did not speak.

In his place he answered, it was his lightning-fast sword!

The open slot of the sword whistled through the air and struck the female swordsman's throat.

Miranda, who had been prepared for a long time, turned her wrist, and the power of the end emerged, supporting the strength of her hand and facing the middle-aged man.

"Bang!"

Two sparks sparked violently!

The two exchanged two sword strikes in an instant.

The two figures alternated between flashes, and after the last sword, they instantly opened up a distance of five steps.

Miranda pulled away, feeling the trembling of the crosssword, calmly contemplating the characteristics of her enemies.

"I just struck the Eight Swords. ”

"You only stopped two swords, and you were hit by one," the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's slashed left leg, and said calmly: "Your swordsmanship is ordinary, and you can't keep up with my sword speed at all, your body seems to be agile, but in fact it is only light - your steps are occasionally misaligned between dodging." ”

"What's even stranger is that when you fight, your sword actually trembles slightly, so much so that it affects your sword style...... This is a mistake that should only be made by beginners. ”

"Aside from that amazing interception at the beginning, your sword is useless. The middle-aged man shook his head: "This habit and strength of using a sword...... You should have died 10,000 times, how did you survive until now?"

Miranda didn't speak, just stared at the middle-aged man.

The next moment, her enemy suddenly smiled: "But in the eight swords just now, you have just the right amount every time, or lucky to dodge, or pass the deadliest five swords." ”

"Also at the most delicate time, fight back with a sword," the middle-aged man looked at his broken left upper arm, frowned and sighed, "It was successful." ”

Miranda finally frowned.

"There's only one explanation," the middle-aged man moved slightly, and Miranda's sword slowly followed his position.

"What you fight with is not a subtle sword style or agile pace, but your observation and feeling," the middle-aged man's pupils narrowed slightly: "It is the rhythm of identifying the enemy and the timing of the sword: even the most crude swordsmanship and the most rudimentary sword moves, as long as they appear in the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time, they can be turned into the most exquisite blow." ”

Miranda exhaled inwardly: he had found it.

"What you've cultivated is the Four Primal Finishing Powers, known for their timing and rhythm control, the Pegasus Movement. The middle-aged man sighed deeply and said, "It's really a long-lost inheritance in the tower." ”

"And the reason why you're not afraid of the 'Touch of Greed,'" he looked up, his gaze pressing, "I guessed that too." ”

Miranda was slightly stunned.

The middle-aged man's eyes focused on Miranda's hands with black gloves:

"It's your hand, isn't it? ”

Miranda looked incredulous.

Forget about the Pegasus movement, but it's even ...... Did he find out?

Miranda clenched her sword.

"Your hand was the first to come into contact with the 'Touch of Greed,'" the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponent carefully, "but there was no reaction...... Is it because of those gloves?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

Her eyes were in front of the wilderness of many years ago.

That kind of chilling ...... Chilly.

"No, not a glove," Miranda exhaled lightly, then looked up and graciously admitted, "It's just my hand." ”

The middle-aged man frowned.

"My hand was ...... a long time ago I was severely frostbitten. ”

A blanket of white snow appeared in front of Miranda's eyes.

"When I recovered, I lost most of my sense of touch and pain. Miranda said lightly, as if she was saying something that had nothing to do with her:

"I couldn't practice it, and I couldn't use the most subtle and inscrutable swordsmanship -- in the beginning, I couldn't even lift a teacup. ”

"The pain of your power, no matter how terrible, my hands cannot feel it. ”

"And your aggressive finishing power, facing my hands that have been numb for many years," Miranda slowly raised her sword, her hands trembling slightly visibly, "What can you do?"

Silent.

Soon, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hands, and shock appeared in his eyes.

The hands......

The hands that held the sword......

Actually......

No pain, no touch?

The middle-aged man looked at Miranda's gaze, already full of pity.

and admiration.

"A pair of hands without a sense of touch can actually hold a sword?" he said slowly, his voice full of admiration.

This young girl ......

In order to be able to hold the hilt of a sword with a pair of hands, it must have been swung in the air tens of thousands of times, and it must have gone through a lot of suffering.

"So, you've been taught the Pegasus movement, and of course, it's the finishing power that's best for you," the middle-aged man nodded, his eyes swelling with affirmation and excitement: "Abandon the feeling in your hand, ignore the specific sword moves, and instead follow the rhythm of the battle, and entrust the sword to your own observation, cognition, and judgment - your teacher must be a genius." ”

Miranda didn't speak, she just stared at her gloved hands.

"Please forgive me for my previous disrespect," the middle-aged man carried his sword behind his back and bowed respectfully to Miranda with the most standard swordsman ancient salute: "You are an admirable swordsman......"

"In Lower Salander Clay, it is indeed my honor to fight you as the Sword of the End of the Outer Tower. ”

Miranda also put away her sword and returned the salute with an expressionless face:

"Miranda Arronde, Chief ...... of the 'Seed' of Tower of the End 134 Given what you have done to the right hand of one of my friends, it may be difficult for me to say, 'It is also my pleasure to fight you'. ”

Clay smiled slightly, "Right hand, huh?"

The two straightened up, and the saber reappeared at their sides.

The next moment, the figures of the two approached again!

"Boom!"

Clay's swift sword and Miranda's clever figure move back and forth on this small ground!

In a dozen seconds, Miranda once again dodged the enemy's deadly four swords and counterattacked at the most critical moment.

Blood flowed from Miranda's right waist, the side of her ear, and Clay's left forearm.

"I'm really impressed," Clay sighed as he pulled the distance between the two, "In time, you'll be able to reach the Extreme." ”

Miranda nodded, accepting the other party's approval.

No matter how fast you are, Miranda thought to herself: you can't omit the process of drawing the sword, with the process, there will be a rhythm of high and low, movement and stillness.

There will be flaws that can be grasped and broken.

"And I can see it," Miranda said lightly, observing the enemy as she pulled away, "your so-called 'greedy touch', the kind of never-ending, continuous insurrection character......"

The middle-aged Clay was slightly stunned.

Miranda gave an affirmative look:

"It's the 'Glory of the Stars'!"

In Clay's astonished eyes, Miranda confidently said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry for this finishing power...... It's too familiar. ”

In front of her eyes, the scene in the Tower of the End emerged, and Cohen hugged his swollen arm and wept bitterly.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"I really admire your observation, but not quite," Clay shook his head and chuckled.

"'Greedy Touch' is not 'Shine of the Stars'," Clay withdrew his sword back to his waist amid Miranda's strange gaze, "If anything, it's an enhanced version of 'Shine of the Stars'." ”

Doubts arise from Miranda's heart.

The ...... of the Stars

Enhanced version?

Is it that violent characteristic?

Put it this way.

The final power of the Sword of Calamity is based on the original power of the end......

"Thirty seconds left," Clay sighed, "Forget it, there's not enough time." ”

Miranda looked at him in surprise.

"There will be a meeting later," Clay nodded faintly, "Chief with numb hands." ”

Miranda gritted her teeth and took two steps: "Wait!"

Clay turned around and slammed his fist into the earthen wall beside him!

"Bang!"

In the dust, his figure disappeared from Miranda's vision.

Just then, the voice of the patrol came from outside the alley: "It's near here...... I suspect that someone is chasing for no reason, and fighting illegally! What was that sound just now?"

Miranda, who couldn't stop coughing because of the dust, stared at the direction of Clay's departure, unwillingly punched the wall, and withdrew his sword in the sound of people getting closer and closer.

――――

"Ding!"

Cohen's sword was about to plunge into the young man's throat when a sword came out of the air and opened the vigilante's stabbing sword out of thin air.

Cohen turned sharply and faced the newcomer with his back to the setting sun.

But the newcomer's sword caught all of Cohen's eyes.

It was a sword of medium length, with an extremely thin blade and a black counterweight ball on the hilt.

A round hole was drilled in the sword's gauntlet, just enough for the user to snap into his index finger.

Cohen's pupils shrank!

He recognized the sword.

He knew the sword all too well.

Too familiar...... The master of this sword.

"Why don't you get out of here?" said the newcomer in a bright voice to the young man facing the Sword of Calamity, "Go find your teacher." ”

The wounded young man scrambled to his feet and limped into the alley.

But Cohen ignored it.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the newcomer.

From the moment he saw this man, he didn't want to pay attention to anything else.

"Why are you here?" Cohen asked in a hard-fought gulp, in the tone of most incredible surprise.

"And you...... What are you doing?" Cohen's eyebrows struggled, looking at the newcomer in front of him.

"What for?" the newcomer snorted, moving his feet closer to him.

"Before you fools mess everything up," said the newcomer in the dark, revealing a pair of dark red eyes, "to stop you." ”

Or......

Newcomers step out of the shadows of the alley.

"Kill you?"

Raphael Lindbergh, Cohen's former classmate and active member of the Kingdom Secret Division, was holding a sword in his left hand, blinking a pair of dark red eyes, and looking at his former friend, Officer Cohen Karabiyan, with a smile on his face. (To be continued.) )