Cohen and Miranda stepped on the snowy ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In winter, compared to the delicate and regular market style of Yongxing City, the streets of Longxiao City seem casual and chaotic, the roads are sometimes straight and straight, the road surface is different in width and narrow, the houses on both sides are irregularly stacked, the eaves are knotted with sharp ice edges, and the signboard is piled with snow rolling down from time to time. But Cohen feels that although the former is well-organized, it always gives people a cold sense of seriousness, and the latter seems to be arbitrary and chaotic, but there is a kind of coordinated order hidden in it.

Especially when I see the twists and turns in the area, the people of the Northland skillfully walk through the streets and alleys, work and live, this feeling is especially obvious.

The armor area is one of them.

The loud voice of the Northland accent came from afar in the cold weather, accompanied by hearty laughter and scolding from time to time. Northland men wrapped in thick winter coats and carrying loads of goods hurried back and forth, women carried or held baskets, and stopped from time to time to talk to all kinds of people on both sides, bargaining with fierce and spicy men, and children on the street running happily in groups.

This chaotic and self-contained Northland character makes Cohen feel like he has returned to the Great Desert, to the Western Front, to the Bladetooth Dune Camp, the chaotic land where soldiers, prostitutes, criminals, scumbags, thugs, outlaws, mercenaries, and adventurers gather, the same chaos and messiness, but without the latter's darkness, anger and tyranny, more brightness, a peace of mind, and a noisy and peaceful city.

Northland Miranda Arend could only frown slightly—as a person accustomed to the seriousness of the Tower of the End and the neatness of the stars, the way of life of her fellow Northlanders made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

A group of soldiers from Longxiao City came across the street, led by one person, greeting the surrounding civilians from time to time.

"It's the Order," Cohen whispered, "There aren't many outsiders in the Armor District, and we're already very conspicuous, so let's find a place to hide." ”

Miranda nodded slightly, and with a turn of her heels, she and Cohen naturally and skillfully turned into the alley between the two houses, cutting into these narrow areas and continuing to search for their target.

His short career as a security officer gave workaholic Cohen a wealth of experience patrolling and searching the city, expertly moving along the facades of houses, occasionally searching for possible hiding places.

Miranda looked at the alley in front of her, listened to the still noisy voices of the neighborhood in her ears, and frowned: "Where is the place where Gu said?"

"It should be nearby," Cohen muttered as he searched, "All we need to do is make sure which of these houses are ......"

At this moment, the two were stunned at the same time.

Then turn your head in unison.

I saw that in the alley where they were, a frivolous person appeared.

Slowly walked towards the two of them.

Cohen looked puzzled, and Miranda's pupils shrank.

This is a young Northland man with a sad face, a slightly dark complexion, and a dirty and ragged robe.

An ordinary poor man in Longxiao City.

The young man, as if he had suffered some frustration or sadness, walked towards them with his head bowed and his eyes blank as if he had not seen them.

In the alley, Cohen and Miranda glanced at each other and staggered to make way for the tattered young pauper.

The latter passed through them.

In the moment of passing the two of them.

"Hey, you!"

Under Cohen's questioning gaze, Miranda suddenly turned around and stopped the man.

The young pauper was stunned and looked back in confusion.

"Are you going to sneak around and kill someone?" said Miranda, squinting her eyes.

"What, kill what?" the young man's face was even more puzzled.

Cohen frowned.

Miranda is not left untouched.

"If it weren't for the secret assassination," Miranda's eyes flashed, and she saw her chin and raise her eyebrows, "Then why be careful to put the sword at your waist under your clothes......"

"Still pretending to be walking normally?"

The young man's expression froze.

Cohen's breath froze.

He looked at the other man's waist, but could not find any protrusion to prove that the man had a weapon under his robe.

"I don't understand, what do I have to ......do with you with a sword," the young man grumbled with a confused and disgruntled expression.

But he was soon interrupted by Miranda.

"Don't pretend," Miranda slowly pressed the hilt of the sword at her waist, her expression becoming serious, "I've been in the place for the past five years, and I've had to deal with a dozen spies, scouts, spies, and smugglers who have crossed the border every day. ”

The young man's originally sloppy eyes began to focus.

Cohen moved his feet in agreement, blocking the other side of the young man.

In this narrow alley, blocked back and forth, he has nowhere to run.

"Do you know what these people have in common with you," the Aaronde daughter shook her head mockingly, "and that's -- they all think they're good at hiding." ”

The young man slowly straightened up, his expression getting colder and colder.

I saw Miranda sigh: "I thought that as long as the eyes were calm and the expression was calm, others would not be able to find out their intentions." ”

Cohen chuckled.

God, Miranda's powers of observation are definitely better suited to the job of a police officer than he is.

If you work harder, it's not impossible to go to the Kingdom Secret Department.

Thinking of the secret department, and Raphael who was in the secret department, Cohen's mood suddenly sank again.

"Don't be impulsive, sir," said Cohen, who was in a bad mood, as he took the hilt of his sword and said in a deep voice, "we just want to confirm that something is not appropriate in this alley." ”

"It's a pity," the young man also sighed regretfully, "if you can give me one more second to get to the most appropriate position......"

The next moment, the battle began.

The young man's right elbow popped back like an arrow from a string, and with the sound of the wind, it instantly hit the top of Cohen's head!

Cohen's pupils moved.

Composed, he did not retreat, but advanced, raised his left hand, and used his arm to sideways the opponent's elbow.

"Boom!" was the dull sound of elbows.

The two of them trembled at the same time, feeling the sharp tremor of the hand bones.

The blonde officer's face remained unchanged, and his right hand reached out, ready to grab the opponent's elbow.

But in the next second, the young man's right hand swung and stuck to the side of Cohen's left arm, pushing hard, and with the force of the latter's forward rush, he rushed out reflexively!

The elbow just now was a false move - Cohen's eyes met: the opponent's target was Miranda.

The figure of the young man bounced towards Miranda.

At the same time, the right leg kicked out violently and attacked the black-haired female swordsman!

Miranda's figure with a cold face turned instantly, and her back was pressed against the wall on the side.

Get out of the way of the opponent's fierce attack.

But her left leg was already hanging in the air, and she lifted it up.

The next moment, Miranda tapped her toes seemingly casually.

But just right, kick the side of the enemy's whistling right leg!

The young man's face was surprised, and he lost his balance in an instant.

He quickly pressed his left hand against the wall, steady.

But the wind came in the back of his head - Cohen's heavy punch was already on his back.

The muscles of the young man's body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and turned around.

"Bang!"

Cohen's punch intersects with the young man's right palm volley!

But Cohen was the one who took the initiative, and the obvious advantage was greater, and the young man who hastily took the punch trembled and took a step back.

On the other side, Miranda's knife had struck him in the neck.

At the last moment, the young man quickly turned on the spot, and under his robe, a sword hilt with a brass-colored weight ball was revealed.

A force exploded in the young man's body, causing him to instantly burst out with amazing joint muscle strength, dodging Miranda's swift hand knife!

The next moment, a short, nimble half-sword, unsheathed in the young man's turn, slashed vertically at Cohen in the narrow alley, from top to bottom.

Cohen's saber was too long to be unleashed in the alleys, and the vigilante had no choice but to block the opponent's vertical slash with a half-unsheathed blade.

"Bell!"

Cohen's face changed.

A familiar violent wave struck from the opponent's sword.

Cohen instinctively unleashed the power of the finish.

The light of the stars immediately rose from the vigilance's body, repelling the violent force.

At the same time, Cohen's arm muscles increased rapidly, and his long sword shook violently, shaking the opponent's sword open.

The enemy seemed surprised by Cohen's calmness and decisiveness in the face of his strength, but he didn't hesitate to miss the blow - Miranda's footsteps were already ringing behind him.

In the next second, the enemy jumped on the spot, kicked his legs on the wall on either side twice, flipped over Cohen's head, and flew out quickly after landing on the ground.

He's going to run!

Cohen gritted his teeth and turned, flicking his right arm away, shaking off the tingling and numbness caused by the penetration of power.

The vigilant officer immediately started and chased after the other party's figure!

"Is that him!" Miranda also ran, following closely behind Cohen.

The fleeing young man made a sharp turn into another, deeper alley.

"Swear with my life!" Cohen followed the figure in front of him, turning too quickly and crashing head-on into the wall.

But the strong guard officer did not hesitate to get up and follow, and shouted in the gallop: "It's that kind of finishing power!"

"Don't forget the mission!" Miranda in the back looked cold, she leaped deftly on her legs, her right hand clasped on a window edge around the corner, and her body echoed through the sharp bend like a swing.

She landed, rolled, got up, and ran out in one go, reminding her companion in the constant chase:

"Investigate, not fight!

In the narrow alley, a two-person high earthen wall appeared in front of the fleeing young man.

But he seemed to have anticipated the terrain, and when he was still far away, he leaped quickly, stepping on the left wall and then the right.

Pedaling back and forth, the young man climbed over the earthen wall like a spider.

Cohen was tall but as fast as an elite scout, and he leaped all the way behind the young man, grabbing the earthen wall with his upper arms.

Cohen's face turned red, and the muscles of his upper arms violently exerted force, like a terrible black-headed giant ape, pulling himself over the earthen wall, turning over and landing on the ground, and then chasing!

"Beware of the trap!" Miranda then turned to the right side of the narrow alley, and a rhythmic force rose from within her, "He was waiting for us there on purpose!"

Unlike young people who borrowed from left to right, she was light and kicked six steps on one side of the wall, leaning her body and not slowing down, but her height was climbing steadily, and finally she swept over the earthen wall as if she were walking on the ground!

"Traps have to be chased!" Cohen in the high-speed chase frowned, gritting his teeth: "Just intercept him in advance!"

"Give the back of the head! safe, low-key, efficient!"

The young man swooped down and rushed up the three steps. After passing the two stunned Northlanders, he quickly turned into an uninhabited alleyway.

Cohen hurried over, stepped up the third step, and unceremoniously bumped into the two Northland residents in "I'm sorry" and squeezed into the alley.

Damn it...... How can this kid run like this?

"I'll hold him!" Cohen felt the drain of his strength and shouted, "You go and volley!"

Miranda, who had a tacit understanding with Cohen, did not answer, nor did she follow into the alley.

After she stepped on the three steps, the finishing power called "Pegasus Movement" erupted from her body again, and her whole person jumped on the spot.

It's time to take a shortcut.

In the astonished eyes of the two Northland residents, Miranda Teng was in mid-air, dexterously grabbed a protruding clothes pole, swung forward lightly, reached out in the air, grabbed a window edge at the height of a three-story building, and quickly climbed onto the roof with the help of his legs!

Then she kept running, towards the two people who were chasing me in the alley, twisting and turning, stepping on the shortcut to the roof!

The young man scurried out of an alley into an open space between three houses, and Cohen followed with gritted teeth.

At this moment, Miranda's figure leaped out of the air!

Miranda gripped the hilt of her sword with a determined expression, knowing that she was going to fall into the clearing, two meters in front of the young man.

A perfect interception.

But the unexpected happened.

At a certain moment when she jumped off the roof, Miranda shivered all over her body!

An extremely ominous sense of danger instantly enveloped her heart.

Miranda didn't think about it, the blade of the sword came out of the sheath in an instant, turned around and stretched out his hand, and stabbed it hard backwards and downwards!

The blade stabbed into the roof platform behind her, stopping Miranda's castration again.

In a second, the figure of the young man and Cohen both disappeared into the other alley.

Miranda hung on the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the lower half of her body swung up with inertia, and when her feet swung to the highest point, a chilling sword light slashed out from the side!

Skimming Miranda's boots.

Miranda broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, I stopped castration in time.

Otherwise......

She watched as the chilling sword light landed in the clearing with its owner after slashing through the air.

The owner of the sword light, a middle-aged man with short hair and neat hair, slowly got up in the clearing.

Miranda pressed the roof with one hand, drew the blade of her sword, and fell to the ground.

She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a heavy face.

Masters above the super level...... She judged the strength of the enemy in front of her.

"The Sword of Calamity. Miranda stood up, collected her breath, and said calmly, "We finally met." ”

The middle-aged man did not answer.

Just stared at Miranda with the expression of a dead man.

"Is this a trap you have laid for you?" Miranda carefully observed his opponent, trying to find any available information and intelligence, "but...... Why just the two of you?"

"Are you so confident?"

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly.

"The Sword of Calamity, though it's not the first time I've heard it, it's called that...... It's ironic. ”

He turned to his side and showed the strange sword in his hand.

It was supposed to be an ordinary long sword, but it was hollowed out at the spine of the sword, and out of thin air there was a hollow slot, starting from the middle of the sword and extending directly to the tip of the sword, occupying about one-third of the length of the sword.

Miranda's eyes narrowed: it was common to dig grooves in the body of the sword - the grooves in the sword were not blood grooves dug for bloodletting, but only to reduce weight, so that they would dig from the root of the sword and end in the middle of the sword.

However, the middle-aged man's sword has two differences: first, his sword digs a completely hollow groove, which will undoubtedly greatly reduce the weight, but also brings about a decrease in the quality of the sword body;

To do both, the swordsmith is also required to have a high degree of forging skill - Miranda asks herself that she can only find such skilled swordsmiths in the Tower of the End and in the elves and dwarves.

"You guys are very good," the middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice with an indifferent expression, "You can actually find this place all the way from the Star Kingdom." ”

"It seems that the Tower of the End has progressed as well. ”

They know that we are the people of the stars?

Miranda is acutely aware that something is wrong.

How did we get exposed?

Is it really as Kaslan said, in the eyes of connoisseurs, there is nothing to hide from our origins?

"So, what are you doing to become a lackey of a certain Grand Duke of Exeter?" Miranda was not in a hurry to draw her sword, but tried to continue gathering information - this was what the Flower of the Fortress had instructed her, and the most important insistence of a commander as a commander: to know oneself and know one's enemy.

"What good is it for you to assassinate the prince of the stars for them?" Miranda continued to probe tentatively, "What is your purpose other than entering the Tower of End?

"Our purpose?" The middle-aged man's expression was still indifferent and calm: "Throne, war?"

His words exuded disdain and coldness: "This kind of short-sighted goal is not qualified to enter our field of vision. ”

"Even entering the Tower of the End is just a gesture of our efforts. ”

Miranda frowned fiercely.

Not for the throne, not for war...... So what are they for, lurking in the Black Sand Collar and assassinating the Prince of the Stars with the help of the magic energy gun?

It's not for justice!

"It seems that you have been entrenched here for a long time," Miranda's heart sank, and she decided to change her approach: "Even the arms black market in Longxiao City, even the magic energy gun troops of the Black Sand Collar can penetrate. ”

"It's already been exposed anyway, why don't you use a few to deal with us?"

"Magic gun?" The middle-aged man raised his sword slightly, not paying attention to Miranda's words: "As a swordsman, you'd better focus on your sword...... No matter how strong those weapons are. ”

Miranda let out a breath.

Damn it.

Foolproof.

"Draw your sword, seed of the Tower of End," the middle-aged man said lightly, "We have five minutes to settle the battle before the orderlies and soldiers arrive." ”

It seems that there is nothing to ask.

Miranda took a deep breath, turned her wrist, lowered her torso, and seriously posed her starting hand.

Unless.

Capture him alive.

Or.

Kill him.

The two slowly approached, Miranda letting go of her senses, and the Pegasus movement slowly rising.

Feel the rhythm of the other fight—like countless battles before, Miranda told herself this time.

However, in the next second.

The sword flashes!

Miranda's pupils dilated instantly!

"Wow!"

There was no rhythm at all, there was no rhythm for her to feel.

Because......

In Miranda's shocked gaze, the middle-aged man's sword instantly crossed a distance of five steps!

Before she could react.

It pierced her left chest.

――――

Cohen, who was chasing with all his might, turned a bend in the wall, only to find that the young man had stopped in the alley in front of him, and no longer ran.

The officer stepped on the ground, kicked the ground in three steps, and came to a sloppy stop.

Cohen gripped the hilt of his sword, adjusting his breathing.

"It seems," the young man's face smiled, "The 'seed' of the Tower of the End isn't very good, is it......"

Miranda didn't follow.

Cohen's heart sank.

Was she intercepted?

Cohen took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

It's been separated into two battlefields.

"So," Cohen looked at the young man with a solemn look in his eyes, "you knew we were coming?"

Genuine super-order.

And...... So young.

"Of course," said the young man, smiling lightly and shaking his head pleasantly, "otherwise, you think you can find us on your own?"

"It's because we want to be found by you, that's all. ”

Cohen frowned.

He touched the hilt of the sword on his waist: "Gu, that Far Easterner betrayed us?"

Oops, this damn alley.

It's a disadvantage to play the sword.

"No, we paid him enough money before," the young man slowly drew his half-sword in his hand, which was nimble in the alley, "Well, once someone comes to inquire about our existence......

The young man shrugged his shoulders with a "you know" expression.

"Oh?" Cohen's gaze did not leave the other man's shoulders and legs, and his tone was calm and calm, "We also paid him." ”

"Yes, that must be your tip," the young man grinned, stepped forward, and raised his sword in his hand, "not enough." ”

Cohen sneered and pulled his hand open.

The terrain is too narrow, and both horizontal and diagonal slashes will fall into disadvantage.

It seems that I have to revisit the "stabbing technique" taught by Kurader, one of the inheritors, a long time ago.

I hope I haven't forgotten it.

"So, we've been in the last forty years," the young man snorted, getting closer and closer to him, "Is it the first time that there has been contact between the tower and the inheritance outside the tower?"

"Of course not," Cohen replied calmly, recalling the battle and the red-and-black swordsman on Red Street, "I met one of your companions in the stars a month or two ago...... He and I are the recipients of this honor. ”

The young man's eyes froze, his smile disappeared, and his feet stopped.

"So you're the one who killed Guraton. He said lightly.

"Not exactly," Cohen said cautiously, "I only take half of the credit...... Maybe less than half. ”

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

"You know what?" said the young man with deep meaning, "The Tower of the End is the rightful successor of the Knights' Temple, and it is the most dazzling and noble existence in the War of the End, except for a few heroes, fighting for the survival of humanity. After the war, in order to prevent the mage from coming back one day, he worked diligently to maintain the inheritance and development of the power of the end for hundreds of years. ”

"You want to tell me about the history of the Terminators?" Cohen replied with a sneer, "Just you betrayers of the Terminators?"

"Betrayal?" the young man shook his head and laughed.

"As the seed of the Terminator, do you know how we defeated the Magician back then?" he looked at Cohen's eyes becoming sharper and sharper: "Those legendary beings who will not die, will not grow old, will not become weak, and will not die?"

"But they have the biggest weakness, and in this weakness, they can't even withstand a light blow. "Cohen is finding the best position to shoot.

"And the warriors who hold the legendary anti-demon armament in their hands open the way with the power of the end that can resist the demonic energy, with the ......will to die," Cohen's expression was ordinary and unwavering: "The common people may not know, but the seeds of the end tower are clear." ”

"Legendary anti-demon forces, resist the end of demonic energy?haha......" The young man laughed, and suddenly his face turned cold: "No, you don't know. ”

"You live in the shameless lies of the Terminator Tower, - ordinary Terminator power can't resist demonic energy at all," the young man said solemnly, "And the legendary anti-demon force, do you think that before it was invented, in the face of such an immortal existence, what did we rely on to resist, what did we rely on to survive?"

"Hmph," Cohen's gaze became sharper and sharper, he didn't care about the other party's words at all, but actively locked on every flaw in the enemy's body: "The last Sword of Calamity I encountered, I didn't talk as much nonsense as you. ”

The next moment, the young man's footsteps moved, and the half-sword in his hand burst out!

That violent finishing force erupted from this young man's body, and the blade of the half-sword in his hand flashed instantly!

Unable to feel what the blade was pointing at - Cohen gritted his teeth.

The opponent's finishing power, does it change the path of the sword, obscure perception, or speed up the sword?

Worst!

"Ding!"

At the last moment, Cohen finally relied on the instinct and intuition he had cultivated on the battlefield to stop the sword.

The half-sword in his hand was attached to Cohen's saber, only two inches from his throat.

But what's even more terrifying is the opponent's finishing power.

Compared with the swordsman on Hongfang Street, this young man's finishing power was as violent as ever, but there was an unbearable piercing sensation.

Invade Cohen's sword and arm!

Make him overwhelmed. (To be continued.) )