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But in this narrow alley, the sound of metal colliding alternately sounds, and continuous flashing sparks illuminate the two in the fierce fight!

"Bell!"

Cohen gritted his teeth, raised his sword diagonally, and instinctively fended off the opponent's slash again.

No way!

You can't feel the direction of the opponent's attack when you draw your sword.

And so on.

To lose.

Cohen took a deep breath and took two steps back, closing the distance between himself and the enemy.

At this point, the warden and the enemy's swords had exchanged fire six times.

Cohen stared intently at his opponent's half-sword, contemplating the effect of the other's finishing power to obscure the attack.

But that's not what worries him the most.

The Vigilante's right hand trembled, and the starry glow shimmered silver on his skin, struggling to defuse the violent finishing force that had invaded his arm in the heat of battle.

It's terrible.

It's the same as the previous encounter: that kind of finishing power will actually be transmitted through the power of the sword on its own.

Without warning, it invades, infiltrates, and destroys all human tissues that can host the power of the End.

Cohen tightened the muscles in his right arm, his face as cold as ice.

"A good saber, but it's a pity that it's not suitable for this kind of terrain," the young man looked at Cohen's black-handled silver saber and smiled pleasantly in the narrow alley, "Is there a name?"

The young man was confident: the narrow alley restrained Cohen's saber, his own half-sword was nimble, and with his terrible finishing power, the young man grinded his teeth slightly.

In this battle, whether it is the environment, strategy, strength or skill, he has the upper hand.

And this is the seed of the Tower of End?

The young man looked at Cohen in front of him, smiled and shook his head in his heart.

"Cohen Karabiyan. Cohen replied coldly.

Like the Guraton on Red Square Street, the ending power of the young man in front of him was also full of suffocating violence, and in addition, he was actually still in the sword, giving the vigilant officer a real needle stinging sensation.

This severely affected Cohen's movements.

So, violence and madness are common traits, and the tingling and the ability to obscure direction are personal attributes of the Terminating Power?

In this case...... Cohen sighed and clenched his fists.

"Oh, I'm not asking for your name," the young man narrowed his eyes and pointed the sword between Cohen's eyes, "I'm asking the name of your sword." ”

My booty.

Under the young man's gaze, Cohen exhaled, picked up the blade of the sword with his left hand, and said helplessly: "You just asked about this sword? Oh, this is a family heirloom, as for the name, ......"

Cohen's face froze.

"It will tell you!"

In the next moment, the silver saber had pierced the young man's eyes!

It was Cohen's first attack after two rounds of defense: a dangerous lunge.

The young man pushed the doubt out of his mind, flicked his arm confidently, and the finishing power, which was almost integrated with him, surged up with a sense of violence like a pinprick at him. In a strange feeling of pain and refreshment, he faced Cohen with a half-sword in his hand.

A smile appeared on his face.

He knew that he possessed far more finishing power than the so-called Finishing Swordsmen who clinged to the old ways - whether it was a trainee walking back and forth in the Tower of Finishing, or a powerful swordsman who had been immersed in the art for years.

Its destructive and amplifying power—the pain of the power of the young man as it wanders through the body—can hardly be imagined, especially when it rushes into the body of an adversary like a tyrannical beast.

The winner will be decided at that time.

But the young man's face suddenly froze.

He realized that this time the opponent was different!

"Ding!"

Cohen's sword was pointed at the young enemy's half-sword.

But there is no intention to fight the sword, resist the sword, fight the sword or lock the blade, but there is no strength, and it is divided with one touch!

The young man frowned, and Cohen's next sword struck again.

It's a spike again!

The young man opened the sword that was aimed at his lower abdomen, and watched in disbelief as Cohen once again lightly opened his half-sword, not thinking about sword fighting or grappling in the slightest.

This guy ...... The young man gritted his teeth in surprise: what's going on?

Damn it!

"Come on!"

The suppressed young man roared angrily, and the violent termination power in his body exploded to the highest level, and Cohen suddenly felt a faint stinging pain on his skin: "Are you afraid to fight with me?"

But the latter did not panic and did not get excited.

He just continued to calmly perform one ...... after another

Spike!

"Do you think you can interfere with your opponent with the power of a surprise finish?" Cohen said coldly, and then stabbed again!

Enraged, the young man swirled his sword and tried to wrench Cohen's saber with the "sword lock" in the finishing sword style.

But the guard officer's sword was again close at the touch of a button.

Do not give the enemy a chance to fight the sword at all.

Not a second is owed!

"Rely on the power of the end - this is your tactic?" Cohen calmly intervened, and hurriedly followed up at his feet: "I said, you are not the first sword of calamity I have encountered!"

"To the sword of calamity again, to deal with the power of that violent end...... When I was recuperating from my injuries, I had already made thousands of predictions, thoughts, and rehearsals!"

"The destructive effect of that kind of finishing power also takes time, and it is transmitted through contact!" Cohen said coldly: "For example, sword fighting and sword fighting?"

The young man looked at Cohen in shock.

In the next second, Cohen, who had withdrawn his sword, had a changed face, and his steps turned sharply!

"Compared to Guradun, compared to your predecessors who galloped on the battlefield and experienced life and death......"

Cohen roared, another lunge!

"You're not far from it!"

The young man had no choice but to take a step back and stop with a sword.

"Hiss......" A slight and short metallic sliding sound, fleeting at a moment's notice!

The young man fended off Cohen's sword, watched in embarrassment as it stabbed in his left ear, causing a sharp sound of wind, and then watched as the enemy's blade once again avoided the sword and the engagement, soaring away like a triumphant falcon.

Wait for the next thrust!

"As for using the terrain to suppress my overly long saber?" Cohen's voice sounded especially hateful to the ears of the young man: "What a childish tactic. ”

"One thrust was solved. ”

"Simple, straightforward, effective. ”

The narrow alley certainly limited Cohen's saber and swordsmanship, but it also prevented the young man from showing his flexible body, and in the face of the straight thrust that he usually dodged very well, the young man could only raise his sword again and again to intercept and resist.

It's not that the young man didn't want to give up his defense, put his whole body on the attack, and force Cohen to fight the sword, the problem is - his hand half sword is shorter than Cohen's saber!

If you force it down, you are likely to be pierced through the heart by Cohen before you can kill him.

The hand-and-half-sword, which is more suitable for wielding in the narrow alley, has become a young man's shortcoming in an instant.

Damn it.

The young man looked at the other party's bayonet unwillingly: I ...... It has become a passive defensive disadvantage?

The relentless Cohen calmly turned sideways, his right foot in front, and followed up sharply, his wrist swirling, and his sword posture did not stop.

Another thrust!

The young man retreated in embarrassment in the unstoppable parry.

How lucky.

Cohen chuckled inwardly: In this kind of narrow alley, there is no moment to slash or cross the sword...... Mr. Kurader, I am glad I haven't forgotten your swordsmanship.

One of the eight inheritors of the Tower of the End, from the Thornlands, Stink Kuradel of the Kingdom of Elenbia specializes in "stabbing sword".

The art of stabbing has its origins in the Age of the Last Empire, where the knights of the South dueled gracefully with light swords. The key to tentative steps and a lethal blow was once widespread in the South, even if it was once derided by many generals and knights as the "sword of the maiden".

Now, Cohen has abandoned his usual sword style in the narrow alley and has instead resorted to "stabbing swordplay", turning the disadvantage of the length of the sword into an advantage, and avoiding sword fighting, sealing the possibility of the enemy gaining the upper hand with the power of the end.

In the next thrust, the young man struggled to maneuver, finally relying on a protruding window to avoid Cohen's onslaught.

"Every finishing power is different," Cohen retracted his sword again, calmly walking through the window, which had obviously been lengthened by his master, and looked at the enemy with a resolute gaze: "The same finishing power also varies from person to person, and there will be different subtle changes in different people......

The young man looked at the narrow alleys to the left and right, and looked at the exit that was still far away, and his heart was anxious.

"I don't know what effect your finishing power has to be, but it can hide the direction of the sword in a fierce fight. The vigilante snorted, "But you've heard of my finishing power......"

Cohen grinned and smiled in what he thought was the most handsome:

"The Stars Shine!"

The young man's face changed.

The Stars Shine.

Four primordial transcendental ...... No, the power of the end?

The next moment, Cohen roared, a star-blue glimmer shining from the skin of his arm.

The sword in the guard officer's hand stabbed out one after another, and there was no more pause!

The young man gritted his teeth and spun his wrist as hard as he could, trying to resist the endless thrusts with the fan-shaped covering sword style!

Damn it!

He must be one of the eight seeds in the Tower of End.

A young being who bears the hope of the future inheritance of the Tower of the End!

"Ding, ding, ding!" The fleeting sound of stabbing fell to the ground like rain, and it was endless.

"The brilliance of my stars can balance the rhythm and regularity between movement and stillness in the body, breath and line," In the endless thrust, Cohen bullied up, and he was obviously in the midst of a high-speed attack, but he spoke surprisingly coherently, as if he didn't need to breathe: "Like the bright stars in the night sky, shining one after another, one after another!"

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The sword light jumped, between one stab and one retraction, casual and coherent.

The young man frowned, and he could only retreat in the countless tremors of the blade in his hand!

"It seems to be irregular, it seems to be like there is no ......," Cohen pressed closely, his words sounding to the ears of young people as deadly as the ferry bells of the Prison River, "but in fact they are continuous, never stopping!"

Cohen's expression remained unchanged, and he clicked on the young man's sword, and in the other party's surprised eyes, he stabbed the most threatening next sword without any end!

"Whew!"

In the roar of the young man, his left shoulder finally hung a lottery.

Affected, he was unsteady in his movements, and instantly struck another sword on the right side of the rib!

Then the left leg, the right elbow, the side of the neck!

In Cohen's endless onslaught, the young man painfully took six steps back in the blood, struggling to pull away.

The young man with a wound on his body gasped heavily, with a look of disbelief on his face, staring at Cohen who was walking in front of him step by step.

"That's my finishing power. ”

"Compared to your vile, riotous, destructive, meaningless power......"

"The Stars are like my other sword, fused into the deepest part of my body, allowing my movements to become one without pause," Cohen sighed, "thus unleashing the most dazzling unstoppable attack." ”

The young man braced himself on the ground with his sword, watching in despair as Cohen approached.

"You've ended Chloehi, you've ended a 'seed' sword wielder," Cohen said lightly, "and it's time to pay the price." ”

He raised his sword at the enemy with a blank face.

But the young man, covered in blood, burst out laughing.

"Do you think you've won?" the young man's hideous smile appeared in front of Cohen's eyes: "In this time, my teacher has already ...... your companion"

"You're here to hold me back, I know that very well!" Cohen interrupted him with a flat expression, "Super rookie!"

The young man's face froze.

"So that your companions ...... That old guy who seems to be more powerful, quickly deal with the weaker enemy, and then rush to support, right?" The vigilant officer sighed helplessly, like a battle-hardened warrior, "But what is it that makes you have the illusion that 'that girl is weaker'?"

"That girl," Cohen chuckled and shook his head in the young man's surprised eyes, "She's the ...... in our final assessment of the Tower of the End."

"The ...... of the Eight 'Seeds'"

"Chief!" (To be continued.) )