In Longxiao City, in the alley of the armor area, the three old acquaintances finally showed their swords and started fighting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the moonlight, Cohen painfully covered his innocent nose and looked at the man and woman in front of him who would do it without saying a word.

He knew that he had no room to intervene in this meaningful battle - and Miranda probably wouldn't let him do it.

Your own nose is proof of that.

Fortunately, compared to before, Miranda's hands were already under control.

Cohen turned his attention back to the battlefield and saw Miranda's sword slash first, pointed straight at Raphael's chest!

Raphael's thin-edged sword also came to his left hand in an instant, attacking instead of defending, and cutting straight into Miranda's throat with the speed of being one line faster than the opponent.

But as if Miranda had predicted the other man's next move, the blade of the sword naturally changed direction, and in the rotation it slashed at Raphael's left hand just right—from a distance, it looked like Raphael had taken the initiative to hand out his left hand to meet her blade.

Cohen secretly admired on the sidelines: this is Miranda's instinct to practice "Pegasus Movement" all year round, actively listening to and even controlling the rhythm of the battle, and mobilizing the opponent's every move.

Raphael frowned, quickly drew his sword, and was forced to retreat.

He knew how terrible his old lover could be, and tried to break away from her fighting rhythm as quickly as possible.

However, Miranda's eyes were like ice, and she followed up with a sword at the right time, cutting at his left leg as his center of gravity as Raphael retracted it, interrupting his backward regrouping pace.

Raphael was so embarrassed by the sword that he was forced to stop and retreat to meet the sword.

Just like just now, Miranda seemed to have measured Raphael's movements, and with a twitch of her forearm, the wind howled!

Cohen's pupils shrank as he watched the game.

In ten seconds, the blades of the two sides did not make contact, did not exchange blows, did not fight each other, but only went back and forth in mid-air, driving ripples in the air.

But Cohen knew it was a treacherous matchup.

His teacher, Jedi Tafner, once told Cohen, who was not a vigilante at the time, that this kind of silent and fast combat scene was more often seen in the Extreme Realm duel.

The next moment, Cohen watched Miranda's blade at the most opportune time, avoiding the opponent's blocking, dodging and counterattacking, and instantly threw it at Raphael's head!

"Hiss......"

The sound of the blade tearing through the air was heard.

At that moment, Raphael's dark red eyes flashed a different look.

There was a slight tremor in his left arm, and then, the thin-bladed sword danced in the moonlight!

"Ding!"

The blades of the two finally clashed for the first time, and there was a sharp vibration in the air that tortured the ears!

Cohen frowned fiercely, resisting the urge to cover his ears.

Raphael gritted his teeth and took three steps back!

Miranda stood still, her figure flickering.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Miranda flicked her wrist expressionlessly, and a few strands of hair floated down her blade.

Raphael gasped slightly and touched his right forehead.

A bloody scar had appeared on his sideburns.

Cohen sighed unsurprisingly.

Really.

Miranda is still the strongest.

"Speaking of sharp observation, grasping the timing and rhythm of the battle," Raphael wiped the blood on his hands, and in a helpless smile, shook his head and sighed:

"You're still that good, Miranda. ”

Cohen coughed beside him, carefully observing Miranda's face: "So, Raphael, let's stop today's discussion...... It's been a long time......"

Miranda is not yet aware of Raphael's finishing powers.

However, if they continue to fight, the observant Miranda ......

The battle must be stopped.

But at this moment, the voice that made the two men tremble slightly came from the field.

"Raphael ......"

"Where's your 'Sword-Washing Death'?"

Cohen was slightly stunned.

Raphael hung his head.

Listening only to Miranda's voice, he trembled slightly in disbelief: "The kind of finishing power that replaces defense with offense and fights back Jedi ......"

"For more than ten years, you are the only one who has awakened the power of the end ......"

"The Finishing Power That Can Break the Rhythmic Monopoly of 'Pegasus Movement'......"

"Why is it gone?"

Cohen closed his eyes in agony.

Worst.

She found out.

Miranda raised her head suddenly, her cold expression in the moonlight, a little more unbelievable panic.

"This is not the rhythm of the sword-washing, or even the rhythm of your habitual swordsmanship!" the female swordsman said slowly, "although my hands ...... But I can feel the cold temperature, just hidden in your hands."

"It's another force......

"What's that......"

"Raphael Lindbergh?"

Miranda's gaze was like two blades, stabbing at Raphael, who was silent.

Cohen slapped himself on the head in frustration.

The three were silent for a few seconds, until Raphael spoke gently and easily.

"This is the 'Song of the Dead', to be honest, it's not much like the death of the sword," the young man in white sneered, his voice still brisk: "Fight for a glimmer of life in the slightest millimeter, and play the victory in danger to the limit...... The style is very similar - I thought you couldn't feel it with your hands. ”

"Just as 'Touch of Greed' is the Sword of Calamity version of 'Shine of the Stars'," Miranda, frowning, with a hint of anxiety, keenly asked, "The so-called 'Song of the Dead' is also another version of 'Washing the Sword'?"

Her eyes were filled with indescribable complex feelings, and she was destined to die on Raphael's body:

"The kind of Sword of Calamity - the power of the end of violence?"

Cohen was genuinely stunned.

It seems that Miranda has collected a lot of information about the Sword of Calamity in just a short period of time.

And ...... for yourself Cohen's face turned red as he thought of the young man who had fled.

"It seems that that Clay guy has said too much to you," Raphael narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Even if it is an uncontrolled inheritance outside the tower, he is a swordsman who is close to the extreme, how can he talk so much." ”

To the surprise of the two, Miranda suddenly laughed.

Cohen was stunned, and Raphael furrowed his eyebrows.

"Is that why you're hiding it from me, Cohen?" Miranda said to Cohen in her slightly hoarse voice without looking back, "the Inheritance 'Seed' of the Termination Tower, one of the candidates for the Arctic Inheritor...... Raphael Lindbergh. ”

"Thrown at the Sword of Calamity?"

Cohen, who was questioned, closed his eyes tightly.

Raphael was silent.

The vigilant officer opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his mouth, he hesitated, and his mouth opened and closed.

After all, he lowered his head and turned his words into a sigh.

In the next second, Miranda's figure flashed, and her sword struck out again like a shock.

This time, instead of going towards Raphael's vital point, her sword went straight to the blade of Raphael's left hand!

Cohen looked puzzled - attacking the enemy's blade was not a normal battle strategy.

But what surprised him even more was that Raphael, who had always kept smiling, actually changed his face because of this non-threatening sword!

"Bell!"

The two swords collided a second time, but there was no follow-up - Miranda's sword retreated with a single touch.

Miranda stared straight at Raphael, as if she had forgotten everything around her.

Raphael, on the other hand, looked at Miranda with a pale face, as if he had been hit in the most critical point.

Only Cohen touched his head and looked at the field suspiciously: Strange, this sword obviously didn't hurt anything?

Why are the two people's reactions so weird?

Immediately, Miranda's voice came slowly.

"The reason for the disappearance of the Sword Washer...... Is this it?" Arend's daughter's voice trembled slightly unexpectedly at this time: "Three years?"

"Is that him?"

"That's why?"

"Him?"

The young man in white, Raphael looked at Miranda in a daze at the moment.

Complex expressions.

Mira.

She found out anyway.

First meeting after three years.

And she found out.

He lowered his eyes.

In the next second, the female swordsman raised her head sharply and said loudly with emotion: "Raphael, you arrogant idiot!"

Raphael didn't speak, just looked at her with a calm face.

Cohen looked at Miranda, who seemed to be a little emotionally out of control, in shock.

This is......

What's wrong?

How did a strong woman who was not "strong and independent" just now become a "grief-stricken" ex-girlfriend after a while?

The next moment, the female swordsman turned around and stabbed her sword into the wall beside her!

"Whew!"

Raphael let out a long sigh.

Miranda, with a gloomy expression, let go of her hand and let the hilt of her sword tremble in the air.

"He, I curse him......" Miranda turned her head, gritted her teeth, her expression sad and angry, and sneered angrily:

"He deserves it!"

"Well deserved!"

The female swordsman roared.

Raphael gently sheathed his sword.

"Don't do that, Mira. The young man in white shook his head and said softly, "It's not worth it." ”

Cohen's mouth widened.

He was already driven crazy by the situation in front of him.

What the hell is going on with these two people?

Crackling and beating, and then not fighting?

Start crying and playing dumb riddles?

The Death of the Sword?The Arrogant Idiot?Deserve It?Is It Not Worth It?

He, the second-level security officer and city defense patrol leader of the West City Guard Hall of Yongxing City, Cohen Karabiyan, was in a mess at the moment.

I don't understand it at all!

"I say," Cohen chimed in, scratching his head in pain, as he approached the two men, "has anyone explained to me what the situation is?" Miranda, though Raphael has the Sword of Calamity on him...... But you don't have to be so excited......"

The next moment, Miranda and Raphael looked up in unison and let out angry eyes.

"Shut up, Cohen!" it was Miranda, who was full of rage.

"Don't be now, Cohen!" it was Raphael, whose face was as cold as ice.

Cohen, who was interrupted by both of them at the same time, stopped in mid-air with his mouth half open.

He stared at the innocent and bewildered eyes, raised his hands, accompanied the smiling face, nodded and took a step back.

Okay, you talk, you talk.

The vigilant officer, who was completely outside the situation, silently said in his heart: People like me who are not intelligent enough will not participate.

Damn couples.

Interrupted by Cohen, the three of them were silent for a while.

Two of them were immersed in complex and subtle emotions, and the third sighed boredly.

"So," Miranda adjusted her emotions and lowered her head and sneered: "The death of the sword washing can't come back, can it?"

Just like you?

Raphael read what she meant.

He sighed lightly, his eyes complicated.

"The Death of the Sword Cleans, originating from the war period of the Emperors," the young man in white shook his head with emotion: "A brave and loyal knight was betrayed by the lord to whom he was loyal and died. ”

"The son of the great knight escaped from the siege, and he washed the blood of his father's sword by the river, determined to take revenge," Raphael said lightly, "Many years later, he joined the enemy country and became a knight. ”

"After years of bloody and corpse-strewn battles, the new knight and the new king's army finally entered the tyrant's castle and struck the enemy. ”

But this did not bring him satisfaction, and the fire of revenge burned on the way, only emptiness and sorrow. ”

When facing a princess left behind by the enemy, and seeing the fear and hatred in the other party's eyes, the knight's heart softened and suddenly woke up. Raphael's eyes darkened, and he continued to whisper, "'What's the point?' he said. ”

"Old hatreds are avenged, new hatreds are born, the grievances of kings are endless, death and hatred are on the surface of each other, blooming together, tragedy never disappears, emptiness is bottomless. ”

Miranda listened quietly to Raphael's story, while Cohen scratched his scalp in pain - he was fed up with both men.

So the knight carried the princess out of the castle, which was covered with blood and corpses, hatred and madness. The knight stood in the sun, wiping away the princess's tears of fear. ”

There, the knight swore an oath that he would put an end to this troubled world of hatred and death. ”

In the future, his extraordinary power was called the Death of the Sword. ”

That's it for Raphael.

Miranda stood silently in place.

"Ha," Cohen smiled dryly, trying to advance the progress of the mission: "It sounds like a third-rate knight novel, a tragic background, a noble background, a powerful enemy, slowly becoming stronger, and when I see a woman, my legs are weak, and then I vow to fight for the ...... of the troubled world." ”

"Shut up, Cohen. This time, a man and a woman interrupted Cohen with a surprisingly consistent tone and speed.

Cohen shut up again aggrievedly.

"Look," said Raphael, turning to Miranda, and chuckled obscurely, "these things are not worth caring about compared to greater goals. ”

"Do you understand?"

Miranda looked at Raphael, her eyes full of resentment and sadness: "So, Myko?"

Raphael tugged at the corners of his mouth and nodded.

The two looked at each other silently.

It seems that only the other person can understand each other.

Until Miranda looked away with a sad expression.

"I wasn't joking just now, it's about the future of the two countries, and Longxiao City won't be calm tonight," Raphael straightened his clothes, raised his head, looked at Valhalla in the distance under the moonlight, and changed his smile again: "Actually." ”

"It's already started. (To be continued.) )