Longxiao City, in the alley of Kai District, three old acquaintances finally drew their swords and started a battle.

Under the moonlight, Cohen covered his innocent nose in pain and looked at the man and woman in front of him who started to fight whenever they disagreed.

He knew that in this battle of special significance, he had no room to intervene - Miranda probably would not let him take action.

Your own nose is the proof.

Fortunately, compared with before, Miranda's hands can now control the strength.

Cohen turned his attention back to the battlefield and saw Miranda's sword slashing out first, with the blade pointed directly at Raphael's chest!

Raphael's thin-edged sword also came to his left hand in an instant, using offense instead of defense. By being faster than the opponent, he cut Miranda's throat straight.

But Miranda seemed to predict the opponent's next move, and the sword's edge naturally changed direction, and in the rotation, it sliced ​​towards Raphael's left hand just right - from a distance, it looked like Raphael took the initiative to hand out his left hand.

Like the edge of a sword facing her.

Cohen secretly admired from the side: This is Miranda's instinct of practicing "Pegasus Movement" all year round, actively listening, and even controlling the rhythm of the battle, mobilizing every move of the opponent.

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

He knew the horror of his old lover and tried to break away from her fighting rhythm as quickly as possible.

However, Miranda's gaze was like ice, and she followed up with a sword at the right time. When Raphael retracted his right leg, he cut off his left leg, which was the center of gravity, interrupting his steps to retreat and regroup.

Raphael was extremely embarrassed by this sword, and was forced to stop his retreat and meet the sword.

Just like just now, as if Miranda had calculated Raphael's movements, she twitched her forearm and the wind roared!

Cohen, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes.

For ten seconds, the sword blades of both sides did not touch each other, did not cross each other, and did not exchange swords. They just moved back and forth in mid-air, causing ripples in the air.

But Cohen knew that this was an extremely dangerous confrontation.

His teacher, Jedi Taffner, once told Cohen, who was not yet a vigilance officer at the time: This kind of silent and fast battle scene more often appears in extreme showdowns.

The next moment, Cohen watched Miranda's blade avoid the opponent's obstruction, dodge and counterattack at the most appropriate time, and instantly swung it towards Raphael's head!

"hiss……"

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

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

His left arm trembled slightly, visible to the naked eye, and then the thin-edged sword danced in the moonlight and left an afterimage!

"Ding!"

The two swords finally clashed for the first time, making a sharp vibration in the air that tortured the ears!

Cohen frowned hard and resisted the urge to cover his ears.

Raphael gritted his teeth and took three steps back!

Miranda stood there, her figure swaying.

The place fell silent for a moment.

Miranda flicked her wrist expressionlessly, and a few hairs fell from her sword blade.

Raphael panted slightly and touched his right forehead.

A bloody scar has appeared on his temple.

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, shook his head and sighed with a helpless smile:

"You're still so awesome, Miranda."

Cohen coughed next to him and carefully observed Miranda's face: "So, Rafael, our discussion ends here...it's been so long..."

Miranda still doesn't know Raphael's finishing power.

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

The fighting must be stopped.

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

"Raphael..."

"Where's your 'Sword-Cleaning Sorrow'?"

Cohen was slightly startled.

Raphael lowered his head.

Just listen to Miranda's voice, trembling slightly in disbelief: "The kind of finishing power that uses offense to replace defense, and a desperate counterattack..."

"For more than ten years, you alone have awakened the power of termination..."

"The kind of finishing power that can break the rhythm monopoly of 'Pegasus Movement'..."

"Why is it missing?"

Cohen closed his eyes in pain.

Oops.

She found out.

Miranda raised her head suddenly, her cold expression showing an unbelievable panic in the moonlight.

"This is not the rhythm of sword-washing, or even the rhythm of your usual swordsmanship!" The female swordsman said slowly: "Although my hands... I can feel the cold temperature that was just contained in your hands.

of"

"It's another force..."

"what is that……"

"Raphael Lindbergh?"

Miranda's eyes were like two blades, piercing the silent Raphael.

Cohen slapped himself on the forehead in great annoyance.

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

"This is the 'Prayer of the Dead'. To be honest, it's not much different from the Sword Washing." The young man in white sneered, his voice still brisk: "Scramble for a slim chance of survival, and strive for victory in danger to the fullest extent."

The extreme... style is very similar - I thought you couldn't feel it with your hands."

"Just like 'Touch of Greed' is the Sword of Disaster version of 'Glory of the Stars'," Miranda, frowning, asked keenly with a hint of anxiety: "The so-called 'Song of the Dead' is also

Another version of 'The Sorrow of the Sword'?"

Her eyes were filled with unspeakable complex emotions, and she was destined to die on Raphael:

"The kind of sword of disaster - the power of violent ending?"

Cohen was truly stunned.

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

And himself... Cohen thought of the young man who ran away, and his face suddenly turned red.

"It seems that Clay guy said too much to you," Raphael narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Even if he is an unruly inheritance outside the tower, he is still a near-extreme swordsman.

Hands, why do you talk so much?"

To both of their expectations, Miranda suddenly laughed.

Cohen was stunned, while Raphael frowned.

"Is this why you hid it from me, Cohen?" Amidst laughter, Miranda used her slightly hoarse voice and said to Cohen without looking back: "The inheritance 'seed' of the five-year selection of the Termination Tower

, one of the candidates for the successor of the Extreme Realm...Raphael Lindbergh."

"You actually threw yourself at the Sword of Disaster?"

Cohen closed his eyes tightly when he was questioned.

Raphael remained silent.

The security officer opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his mouth, he hesitated, opening and closing his mouth.

In the end, he lowered his head and turned his words into a sigh.

The next second, Miranda's figure flashed, and her sword struck out again like a thunderbolt.

This time, her sword did not attack Raphael's vitals, but went straight to the blade on Raphael's left hand!

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

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

"clang!"
To be continued...