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He vaguely felt that the two wolf leg knives at this time contained suffocating oppressive power.

Rolf exerted all his strength, and the two Hidden Swords were crossed in unison on his chest, and his body retreated sharply!

The bartender rushed more and more violently, and in an instant, a thunderous double knife slashed out!

The figures of the two moved in sync like ballroom dances, but far from grace and civility, only to see Rolf's Hidden Blade turn into an illusion, and in an instant meet Yara's sword-wielding arms.

"Jingle Bell!"

The sound of clashing continued.

The Hidden Blade held back the twin swords that slashed at Rolf countless times.

The twin blades also struck through the Hidden Blade stabbing at Yara countless times!

Both of them were in extreme motion, the signs and facades on the side of the street flashed rapidly, but the two sides seemed to be static to each other, engrossed in dismantling each other's moves.

Tyles couldn't take his eyes off it, and he almost forgot to breathe.

But the offensive and defensive momentum is extremely obvious: Yara's twin knives are intended to attack the opponent's vital points, and Rolf's two hidden blades are only to stop the opponent's attack.

One attack and one defense, but it is a competition of speed and dexterity.

But after the next metal strike, the wolf's leg knife in Yara's left hand, in the master's indomitable momentum, suddenly exploded with a burst of thunder, like a circle of ripples in the air, and flicked away a sword blocked by Rolf!

Yara's unexpected hole cards surprise Rolf.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

The failure of this sword's interception left Rolf too late to withdraw the other sword, exposing his chest and abdomen to Yala's left sword!

"Row!"

This is the sound of a wolf's leg knife cutting through clothes and slicing through chest.

At the moment when his life was at stake, Rolf did not hesitate to unleash his abilities with all his might.

"The Ghost of the Wind" is not in vain, I saw his lips pursed, the tattoo on his face glowed slightly white, and a violent whirlwind was generated in the gap between the two, blowing Yara and himself in different directions!

Rolf stepped on his feet, and he took advantage of the strong wind to leap into the air, leaving only a few traces of blood in place.

The bartender, on the other hand, was forced to stop, retract her arms and adjust her body to the sudden wind, and her thunderous twin knives were cut off.

Tails in the distance didn't feel the wind directly, but that didn't affect his judgment: both men were affected by the wind at the same time, Rolf flew backwards, and Yara was stopped in her tracks.

The wind did not stop, but continued to increase, and Rolf's figure floated in mid-air like a kite, and the tattooed light on his face became more and more dazzling.

The bartender had to bend her knees to fend off the growing wind and at the same time take the opportunity to regain her strength.

Rolf didn't smile anymore, and the pain in his chest frightened him: the little girl in front of him was probably no less tricky than any of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood.

Thinking of the momentum of the two knives just now, the ghost of the wind decided not to give her a chance to turn the tables again.

Fortunately, the consumption of her offensive was not small.

The Ghost of the Wind turned cold, flipped his hands, and two Hidden Blades swung at his side.

The wind rises.

Under the cover of the wind, Rolf once again showed his ghostly form.

In the next moment, Rolf appeared above Yara's head!

Yala gritted her teeth and swung her knife as soon as possible.

"Khooth!"

But Rolf retreated with a single blow, and his form disappeared like a flowing wind, giving Yara no chance to counterattack and combo the attack.

"Boom!"

Rolf's Hidden Blade reappeared, this time on Yara's lower left, and if it missed the same blow, it flew back!

"As long as your sudden outburst and continuous offensive are interrupted, the Saliton family's centuries-old assassination knife will no longer work. ”

Rolf's voice came from the wind again.

Yara struggled to fend off the opponent's guerrilla attacks, and the wind that struck her side from time to time forced her to spend a lot of energy on maintaining her body and movement, while also anticipating the direction of Rolf's next attack.

Tyers, who was watching the game, was nervous - what should I do?

Rolf's feminine voice rang out all around again.

"But just tell me, why are you Saliton lurking in the Brotherhood, and maybe we can sit down and talk?"

Yara's expression was so shocked that she closed her eyes at this moment.

A decision seems to have been made.

I saw her holding her twin knives upside down, and slammed the blades into the adobe bricks under her feet.

Rolf's Hidden Blade reappeared, still on top of his head!

But this time, Yara turned on the spot, and the twin knives stuck in the ground slammed into the arms and spun in a sharp circle!

"Boom!"

In a burst of thunder, the earth and rocks on the ground were picked up by Yara, shaking several meters!

Dirt and rocks flew up, blocking Rolf's view.

The sword light flashed faintly in the earth and stones!

Rolf roared angrily, his figure retreated, but the tattoos on his face became brighter and brighter, and the wind in the air suddenly accelerated, spun with terrible force, and scattered the earth and stones in all directions!

In the wind, the earth and rocks shoot in all directions!

At this time, Tails, who was showing half of his head in a hidden place and watching the battle, suddenly heard a hoarse voice in his ears:

"Keep your head down. ”

Not even in a daze, Tails instinctively bowed.

"Wow!"

The blast of earth and rock struck from the center of the battle, and swept over Tails's head!

A few rocks slammed into the side door of the shop behind Tails, knocking a dent in the wooden door panel!

Tails looked at the door panel behind him, and beat his chest in a cold sweat, if he hadn't lowered his head just now-

But before he could react, a slender and sassy figure appeared in his hiding place.

"You go. ”

Tails was dumbfounded.

The Yara in front of her is definitely not "good", the originally heroic bartender looks tired at the moment, she is slightly gasping, and her left arm is trembling slightly.

"He found my weakness, and I couldn't beat him if I couldn't form a continuous attack. ”

The bartender put her arm on Tails' shoulder and smiled ugly.

"If you go on like this, you'll be discovered sooner or later, I'll lure him away, and then you'll go alone!"

"Walk along the alleyway on the left, keep your breath down with a black cloth, and turn around immediately when you encounter any sound. ”

"The Brotherhood didn't attack too deeply, as long as it crossed the center of Hongfang Street, there would be fewer and fewer people. ”

"Little ghost, even if it's a person, you have to survive!"

Tails looked at the bartender who suddenly said goodbye.

Until her figure shot out, facing the center of the wind outside the street.

Tails unconsciously reached out and grabbed her back.

Yara.

The traverser listened to the sound of fighting in the distance, and the dog meat in the kitchen of the sunset bar appeared in front of his eyes.

"Eat slowly, little ghost, I took this dog too!"

"What's wrong with the bartender! I'm Yala Sa-I'm a well-trained bartender!"

"I can't give you this dog's leg!

Bye.

Sister Yara.

Bye.

jc。

Tails resolutely turned around and headed deeper into Red Square.

To live - I owe Yara a favor.

The sound of fierce fighting behind him became farther and farther away.

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A battlefield of disarray.

Cohen knelt with his sword on his left hand against the wall, coughing violently.

Blood was dripping from the vigilante's chest.

His left rib was punctured, his lung was damaged, and the wound almost reached his heart.

Moreover, the enemy's furious finishing power still lingered at his wounds.

Even Cohen's vaunted finishing power, "The Glory of the Stars," could not resist it.

And his enemy, Cohen, looked up at the swordsman in front of him, whose face did not change, red and black.

The red and black swordsman's left shoulder armor was pierced by Cohen's "Mangjian", and his shoulder was bleeding, and there were also scratches on his left chin and left side of his neck.

But far better than Cohen's situation.

At the moment when both swords were about to pierce each other, the two showed completely different combat qualities.

Cohen activated a part of the star's flare, condensed into a "star shield", protected his heart, deflected the critical sword, and then stabbed the sword in his hand as best he could.

The red and black swordsman, on the other hand, ignored the silver-white blade that stabbed at the throat, but at the moment when the blade was about to reach his body, he sent the sword in his hand more calmly but more frantically, speeding Cohen and sending the sword into the opponent's chest.

Then he took advantage of the trembling of Cohen's long sword, lowered his head to avoid the vital point of his throat, leaving only a scratch on his chin and neck, and then let Cohen pierce his shoulder armor, and also sent the sword in his hand into one more point.

The high and low are immediate.

"You are an excellent swordsman. The red-black swordsman suddenly spoke.

"In the face of such a sword, many people avoid its edge and try to fight back. ”

"And you insist on stabbing the sword. ”

"As for the act of cohesion and protection, it was taught to you by the army, right?"

Cohen coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "A veteran told me: On the battlefield, you must keep a good hand to save your life - in order to live longer than the enemy and be less injured than the enemy." ”

The red-black swordsman was silent for a while, and then chuckled as well: "He must not have been a death squad." ”

Cohen gasped and frowned: "On the battlefield of the Western Front, the death squads that charged at the bones and orcs - you have done it?"

The swordsman nodded:

"Three times. ”

"Which guard?"

"Skull Guard, Seventeenth Death Squad. ”

"Falkenhause's death squads, three times? It looks like you've offended the big guys. ”

"What about you, officer of the guard?"

"Raven Guard, Second Commando. ”

"'Thunderbolt Crow'? Second Commando? Hmph, I said how is Karabiyan so familiar, it seems to be a nobleman. ”

Cohen spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a wry smile:

"Actually, I always want to ask if the chaka wine before the charge is good - my father never let me drink it. ”

"It's unpleasant. Damn quartermaster, even the dead man's purchase of drunkenness has to be deducted. ”

"Yes. ”

"yes. ”

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped.

The red-black swordsman put away his madness and violence, and Cohen put away his helplessness and gasp.

"Guraton Reimer, Skull Guard, Seventeenth Death Squad, Sword and Shield Soldier," he said, "is my name, and it is an honor to fight you, Your Excellency. ”

"Cohen Karabiyan, Raven Guard, Second Commando, Captain," the vigilante sneered, "This honor is mine, eh, Your Excellency the Gangster?"

Both looked at each other seriously and earnestly.

On Cohen's sword, the light of the stars flickered and dimmed.

On the right arm of the red and black swordsman Guraton, the violent power surged, piercing the veins protruding.

The last sword of life and death - this is the moment of the end of the swordsman.

Glorious, sacred, and not to be desecrated.

But the next moment, the faces of both of them changed suddenly!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a howling wind from next door.

A slender and sassy figure, holding two knives, tumbled from the air and fell down the street!

This distance should be enough.

The bartender gasped and looked at the two kneeling men.

Until she saw what Cohen was wearing.

May that little imp be able to- Huh, Kingdom Warden?

It's a gangster war, why is Greenskin here?

Cohen and Guraton also looked at her in disbelief.

Another gangster?Cohen thought to himself, hoping it wasn't the Blood Vials.

This woman, I don't seem to have heard the adults say it, Guraton secretly said, is it a chess piece that enters the field outside?

"You can't run! ”

The wind howled, accompanied by a feminine voice, and Rolf appeared on the street corner, and he also saw two swordsmen.

"Guraton, you should be guarding the side of the adults," Rolf frowned, "Why are you here, with one-green skin?"

Very well—Cohen thought to himself, then turned to the bartender, since this woman was an opponent to his own enemy, she shouldn't be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang.

"Concentrate on cleaning up your rats. The red and black swordsman, Guraton said coldly, as if he didn't want to talk to Rolf, "I'll do my job." ”

Guraton finished speaking, and coldly raised his sword at Cohen.

Cohen also slowly stood up, gritted his teeth, and the silver sword crossed his chest.

Rolf pouted, the wind continuing to blow at his side.

Yala took a deep breath and got down on one knee, adjusting her angle.

All four understood the situation on the field.

Two Bloodvials, a Brotherhood, a Greenskin—oh, a vigilante.

The next moment, all four of them moved!

The red glow of Guraton's sword flashed, and it relentlessly chased after Cohen's heart!

Cohen's face turned pale, and in the face of Guraton, the long sword pulled out the sword ring for defense!

Rolf's figure disappeared again, but the wind rushed to Yara!

Yara's body burst out, and the twin knives cut through the air as they advanced, but they unexpectedly rushed to-

Cohen!

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Tails carefully clutched the black cloth, hiding his breath and running away, bypassing the elite thugs of the two teams who were fighting to the death.

In the crowd, a figure nearly two meters tall was brilliant, and wherever he went with his iron fist, the blood bottle of the red turban flew out.

Probably which master of the Brotherhood, I don't know if it's the Thirteen Generals or the Big Six.

It can't be the three legendary killers anyway.

But Tails just quietly bypassed.

It's not his fight.

He's going to run away.

For myself, and for Yara.

For the beggars of the sixth house.

Tails turned a street corner, only to be confronted by an air barrier.

He didn't know at the time that this was the "wall of air" that was famous among the masters.

He slammed the barrier in displeasure.

Damn the magician.

It's going to be a detour again.

I hope I don't meet anyone.

Thinking of people, Tails couldn't help but think of the voice that had just reminded him to "bow his head".

He had thought it was Yara, who had immediately appeared in front of him.

But he later realized that the voice couldn't have been Yara's.

It was a hoarse voice.

It wasn't just himself, Yara and Rolf who were there.

That's the fourth person.

Tails' scalp tightened, and it suddenly occurred to him that it was the fourth person present who had just reminded him to bow his head.

So why are Yara and Rolf unaware?

Ming Mingyala appeared in front of Tails for the first time after the earth and rock shot.

There is no doubt that Tails concludes that he is more formidable than Yala and Rolf.

But since he wasn't hostile to himself, why didn't he help?

"Bump!" Tails slammed into an invisible barrier again.

He patted his head in annoyance.

There are more and more of these ghost things, don't you want money and don't consume blue!

Tails turned in one direction and ran forward.

"Collapse!"

It's actually another barrier!

This time, Tails couldn't stop his steps, he fell to the ground, and his left forehead smacked at the foot of the house next to him.

Tails grinned as he crumpled his broken head, lifted his bleeding head, and looked in front of him.

Something is wrong.

It was an intersection, and although it was pitch black all around, according to his memory, it was probably close to the center of Hongfang Street.

Even the sound of fighting is fading away.

Tails moved his steps slightly in the other three directions, reaching out.

Then, in two directions, not far away, he felt two barriers.

Tails was shocked.

It's really both weird and suggestive of a horror movie.

The traverser was silent for a moment, then turned in the only direction without a barrier.

He silently stretched out his hand, and sure enough, this time, he walked more than ten meters in a row without hindrance.

Tails' heart sank deeper and heavier.

I didn't expect it, but I've come here.

Ay.

Fate, fate, you're such a blue pool.

He jerked down his right hand covering his forehead, letting the blood drip to the ground.

The traverser resolutely walked a dozen more steps down the empty street until he approached a house.

In the center of the house is a large, half-concealed double-opening wooden door.

Tails looked up, and there was a large sign on the door, and the illiterate traverser could barely make out a single word, which he had only recognized because he had begged in the Black Gold Casino before.

That word is:

Chess and cards.

Tails turned his head and looked in three other directions, remembering the pain of the bleeding on his forehead.

There's no way out.

"This invitation is really crudely sent. Tails muttered.

But he still sighed, stopped hesitating, vigorously pushed open the half-hidden door, and walked into the chess and card room in the center of Hongfang Street.

It was pitch black, with only a slight light in the distance, like an old-fashioned candle.

It really shapes the atmosphere.

"Welcome to my amusement park, my little friend. ”

As he walked past the chess tables (and bumped into quite a few), a pleasant and relaxing voice came to Tails' ears.

"In Lower Ashida Sakern, my peers used to call me: the Wizard of Air. ”

Long.

Tails did his best for two lifetimes to calm the panic in his heart.

In the darkness in front of him, there was only a candle flame flickering slightly, and it was the entrance to the cellar of the chess and card room.

Tails took a deep breath and walked down the cellar, then held his breath and pressed his beating heart.

In front of him, a handsome, long-dark brown man in blue sat at a long table and smiled and nodded at him.

"As for the invitation, I'll pay attention to it next time. ”

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Temple of the Sunset, Inner Altar.

The gray-haired middle-aged nobleman could not hide the excitement in his heart at this moment, in front of him, the lamp on the altar carrying the future of the kingdom, its flame was getting bigger and bigger, and its color was getting redder and redder.

He lifted the lamp and strode out of the temple's inner altar.

The older priest behind her was startled and stretched out her hand to stop her, but then she thought of something, and her hand in mid-air suddenly froze.

The priest sighed, watched the figure of the nobleman go away, and sat down slowly.

Half an hour later, the older priest summoned the sleepy-eyed intern Nia.

"You prepare, starting tomorrow, open the inner altar. ”