The setting sun was shining slantingly, and the sky in Longxiao City had begun to darken.
But in this narrow alley, the sound of metal clashing alternately sounded, and the continuous flashing sparks illuminated the two people in the fierce fight!
"clang!"
Cohen gritted his teeth, lowered his body and raised his sword at an angle, relying on his instinct to successfully resist the opponent's slash again.
no!
You can't feel the direction of the opponent's attack when he draws his sword.
Continue like this.
To lose.
Cohen took a deep breath, then took two steps back to distance himself from the enemy.
At this point, the swords of the security officer and the enemy have clashed six times.
Cohen stared intently at the opponent's half-sword, thinking about the effect of the opponent's finishing power in concealing the direction of the attack.
But that wasn't what worried him the most.
The vigilance officer's right hand was trembling constantly, and the radiance of the stars glowed with silvery light on his skin, trying his best to dissolve the violent and terminal force that invaded his arm during the fierce battle.
Really bad.
It was the same as the previous encounter: that kind of finishing power was actually transmitted by the force on the sword.
Invading, infiltrating, and destroying all human tissues that can host the power of termination without warning.
Cohen tensed the muscles of his right arm, his face as cold as ice.
"It's a good sword, but it's a pity that it's not suitable for this kind of terrain." The young man looked at Cohen's silver sword with a black handle and smiled happily in the narrow alley: "Does it have a name?"
The young man was very confident: the narrow alley restricted Cohen's sword, and his half-hand sword was flexible and unimpeded. Coupled with his terrifying finishing power - the young man grinded his teeth gently.
In this battle, he had the upper hand regardless of the environment, strategy, strength, or skills.
And this is the person sent by the Tower of the End to hunt us down?
The young man looked at Cohen in front of him, smiled and shook his head in his heart.
"Cohen Karabyan." Cohen replied coldly.
Like the Gulaton on Red Square Street, the young man's finishing power in front of him was also full of suffocating violence. In addition, he was actually fighting swords, giving the security officer a real stinging sensation.
This seriously affected Cohen's actions.
So, violence and madness are common characteristics, and the tingling sensation and the ability to cover up the direction are the personal attributes of the power of termination?
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 for the name of your sword."
My trophy.
Under the young man's gaze, Cohen took a breath, held up the sword with his left hand, and said helplessly: "Did you just ask about this sword? Oh, this is a family heirloom. As for the name..."
Cohen's face turned serious.
"It will tell you!"
The next moment, the silver sword had pierced the young man's eyes!
This was Cohen's first active attack after two rounds of defense: a dangerous thrust.
The young man put the doubts out of his mind and raised his arms confidently. The power of termination, which was almost integrated with him, surged up with a violent feeling like needle pricks. In the wonderful feeling of coexisting pain and pleasure, half of his hands
The sword met Cohen.
A smile appeared on his face.
Young people know that the power of termination they possess far exceeds those of the so-called terminator swordsmen who are so conservative - whether they are trainees who have walked back and forth in the Tower of Ending, or powerful swordsmen who have been immersed in this art for many years.
.
Its destructive power and amplification power - the young man felt the pain caused by the power swimming inside his body - almost no one can imagine, especially when it surges into the opponent's body like a violent beast and rampages.
The winner will be decided at that time.
But the young man's face suddenly stiffened.
He realized that this time his opponent was different!
"Ding!"
I saw Cohen's sword touching the young enemy's hand.
But there is no intention to block the sword, resist the sword, fight the sword or lock the blade, but there is no strength at all, and it is divided at the touch!
The young man frowned, and Cohen struck out with his next sword again.
Another thrust!
The young man opened the stabbing sword towards his lower abdomen and watched in disbelief as Cohen gently opened the sword with his own hand again, without any intention of fighting or fighting.
This guy... The young man gritted his teeth in surprise: What's going on?
hateful!
"come!"
The suppressed young man roared angrily, and the violent ending power in his body exploded to the highest level. Cohen suddenly felt a faint tingling on his skin: "Are you afraid of fighting with me?"
But the latter was not panicked or excited.
He just continued to calmly deliver one blow after another...
Thrust!
"Do you still think you can interfere with your opponent with your unexpected finishing power?" Cohen said coldly, and at the same time, he struck out with another thrust!
The frightened and angry young man twirled his sword and tried to use the "sword lock" in the finishing sword style to choke Cohen's sword.
But the vigilance officer's sword was about to be withdrawn at the first touch.
Don't give the enemy a chance to fight with the sword at all.
Not even a second is required!
"Reliance on the power of termination - is this your tactic?" Cohen calmly interfered with the opponent, and followed up quickly: "I told you, you are not the first Sword of Disaster I have encountered!"
"To encounter the sword of disaster again, to deal with that violent finishing power... When I was recovering from my injuries, I had already made thousands of predictions, thoughts and exercises!"
"The destructive effect of the power of termination also takes time and is transmitted through contact, right?" Cohen said coldly: "For example, sword fighting and sword fighting?"
The young man looked at Cohen in shock.
The next second, Cohen's face changed as he retracted his sword, and his steps turned sharply!
"Compared to Gulaton, compared to your senior who galloped on the battlefield and experienced life and death..."
Cohen roared angrily and struck out with another thrust!
"You're still far away!"
The young man had no choice but to step back and block him with his sword.
"Hiss..." There was a slight and short sound of metal sliding, and it was fleeting!
The young man parried Cohen's sword and watched in embarrassment as it pierced his left ear, causing a sharp sound of wind. Then he watched helplessly as the enemy's sword edge once again avoided the sword and exchange, like a proud hunter.
Soared away like an eagle.
Waiting for the next thrust!
"As for using the terrain to suppress my too-long sword?" Cohen's voice sounded especially hateful to the young ears: "What a childish tactic."
"One thrust and it's done."
"Simple, direct and effective."
Although the narrow alley restricted Cohen's sword and sword skills, it also prevented the young man from showing off his flexible body skills. Faced with the straight-line thrusts that he usually easily dodges, the young man could only raise his sword to intercept and resist again and again.
.
The young man didn't think about giving up his defense and attacking with all his body, forcing Cohen to fight with him. The problem was - his half-hand sword was shorter than Cohen's sword!
If he pressed forward forcefully, he would most likely be pierced through the heart by Cohen's sword before he could use his killing blow.
The half-hand sword that is more suitable for wielding in narrow alleys has suddenly become a shortcoming of young people.
Damn it.
The young man looked at the opponent's stabbing sword unwillingly: I...actually became the disadvantaged side of passive defense?
The unyielding Cohen calmly turned his body sideways, with his right foot in front, followed up hurriedly, rotating his wrist, and never stopping his sword movement.
Another thrust!
The young man retreated in confusion amid constant resistance.
How lucky.
Cohen chuckled in his heart: In such a narrow alley, when you can't slash or cross the sword... Teacher Kuradel, luckily I haven't forgotten your swordsmanship.
One of the eight inheritors of the Tower of the End, Stink Kuradel from the Kingdom of Allenbia in the Land of Thorns specializes in the "stabbing sword technique".
The art of stabbing originated from the era of the Final Empire, when southern knights held elegant duels with light swords. This fencing technique, which relies on tentative steps and a fatal blow, was once widely spread in the south - even though it was once used by many generals and
The knight mocked it as "the sword of the maiden".
Now, Cohen gave up the ordinary sword style in the long and narrow alley, and turned to the "stabbing sword technique", turning the disadvantage of the sword length into an advantage, avoiding sword fighting, and blocking the enemy's use of the power of termination to occupy the area.
Possibility of gaining the upper hand.
In the next thrust, the young man struggled to move and finally relied on a protruding window to avoid Cohen's attack.
"Every kind of ending power is different," Cohen sheathed his sword again, calmly walked through the window that had obviously been lengthened by the owner, and looked at the enemy resolutely: "The same ending power also varies from person to person.
, there will be different subtle changes in different people..."
The young man looked at the long and narrow alleys on the left and right and at the exit still far away, feeling anxious in his heart.
"I don't know what effect your finishing power has. It can actually cover up the direction of the sword in a fierce battle." The security officer hummed, "But you must have heard of my finishing power..."
Cohen grinned and smiled what he thought was the most handsome smile:
"The Glory of the Stars!"
The young man's expression changed.
The glory of the stars.
The four original extraordinary... no, the power of ending?
The next moment, Cohen roared forward, and star-blue glimmers of light shone from the skin of his arms.
The sword in the vigilance officer's hand thrust out continuously without stopping!
The young man gritted his teeth, raised his wrist as much as possible, and tried to use the fan-shaped covering sword posture to resist the endless thrusts!
Damn it!
He must be one of the eight seeds in a certain class in the Tower of the End.
The young being who bears the hope for the future inheritance of the Tower of the End!
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The fleeting stabbing sound was like the sound of rain falling to the ground, and it could not stop being heard.
"The Glory of My Stars can balance the movement and stillness in the body, the rhythm and pattern between every breath and every line." In the endless thrusts, Cohen stepped forward, but he was clearly in the middle of a high-speed attack, but he spoke surprisingly.
Continuous, as if there is no need to take a breath: "Like the bright stars in the night sky, shining one after another, one after another!"
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The sword light dances, stabbing and withdrawing, casually and coherently.
The young man frowned and couldn't help but retreat amidst the countless slight trembles of the sword in his hand!
"It seems to be irregular, and there seems to be nothing..." Cohen pressed forward step by step, and his words sounded as deadly to the ears of the young people as the ferry bells of the prison river, "but in fact they are continuous and never-ending!"
Cohen's expression remained unchanged, he opened the young man's sword, and in the astonished eyes of the other party, he stabbed out the most threatening next sword without any pause!
"laugh!"
Amidst the young man's roar, his left shoulder finally became stained.
Affected, he moved unsteadily and was struck again by a sword in the right side of his ribs!
Then the left leg, right elbow, and side of the neck!
In Cohen's endless continuous offensive, the young man took six steps back in pain and blood, struggling to distance himself.
The young man with wounds all over his body was breathing heavily, with an expression of disbelief on his face as he stared at Cohen, who was walking step by step in front of him.
"This is my finishing power."
"Compared with your despicable, riotous, meaningless power that only knows destruction..."
"The Glory of the Stars is like another sword of mine, fused in the deepest part of my body, making my movements seamless and seamless," Cohen sighed, "thus unleashing the most dazzling and unprecedented offensive."
The young man supported the ground with his sword and watched in despair as Cohen approached.
"You have ended Kroesi and the sword-wielding career of a 'seed'," Cohen said lightly: "It's time to pay the price."
He raised his sword towards the enemy with an expressionless face.
"Or," Cohen showed a friendly smile and said slowly, "Do you want to tell me: Why did you want to assassinate the Prince of the Stars?"
"And...which Grand Duke or their nobles are you serving?"
But the young man covered in blood laughed out loud.
"It's really ridiculous... We never serve anyone," the young man laughed hoarsely, blood flowing from his left shoulder with the deepest injury, dyeing the snow red: "Even if it is only a short-term cooperation, we only obey ourselves.
will……"
Cohen frowned.
cooperate?
Why do they want to cooperate with the Grand Duke of a country?
For power? wealth? status? survival? common goal?
Or something else?
"As for you, do you think you'll win like this? You old academic guys..." In front of Cohen, the young man trembled and grinned a ferocious smile: "In this little time, my teacher would have already treated you
companions..."
"You are here to hold me back, I know this very well!" Cohen interrupted him calmly, "A super-level rookie!"
The young man's expression froze.
"So that your companion...the old guy who seems to be more powerful can quickly deal with the weaker enemies and then come to support, right?" The security officer, like a battle-experienced warrior, sighed helplessly: "But
What exactly gave you the illusion that 'that girl is weaker'?"
"That girl," in the young man's surprised eyes, Cohen chuckled and shook his head: "She is in our class, the final assessment of the Tower of the End..."
"Among the eight 'seeds'..."
"chief!"
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When Thales finally saw Putilai and others in the room specially prepared for him in the Palace of Heroes, the second prince of the stars and his followers breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"You mean that you were in their territory, and you refused the option of cooperating with King Nun without hesitation, and were prepared to use your own methods to help him find the murderer?" Putilai frowned, stood by the window, and looked at
Looking at the snowy scene outside, my thoughts are racing.
Should it be said that he is bold and courageous, or that he does not know how to live or die?
When there are no outsiders around, Putilai has always been rude to him, and he doesn't even bother to address him as His Highness - but this kind of transgression seems to have gotten better after Broken Dragon Fortress, at least he has the sarcasm of the title "Little Prince"
Much less.
"Absolutely." Thales was lying on the chair in an inelegant posture, with a tired look on his face: "The experience just now tells me that the gloomy old man wearing the crown will not have any good plans - such as pushing me to the fifth place.
Grand Duke, let's see if anyone wants to kill me privately..."
"Anyway, I have deeply understood the roughness and directness of the Northlanders." Thales sighed:
"Observe the attitudes and reactions of the princes to killing me to find out the murderer - it's a shame he figured it out!"
"Now that this task is yours, what are you going to do?" Putilai turned around smoothly and walked past Rolf, who was adjusting the splint on his arm due to the fracture and re-fitting it.
The wrist strap is equipped with a spare hidden sword.
"The five great families have been inherited for a long time, and they are divided into one party. They are cunning and powerful. They are more powerful than the six wealthy families in the stars, and they are all expected to choose the king..." Putilai pondered:
"Find the conspirator who murdered Morar and also tried to assassinate you?"
"Good question," Thales said with a friendly and sincere smile: