She thought blankly, shivering in the snow, and the cold wind blew across her exposed face and neck, causing pain like a knife.
He almost lost all feeling in his hands and feet.
And where are the younger brothers and sisters? Where is Uncle Enzel?
She kind of missed Thalia's hot pies...even though she hated the garlic on them every time.
She passed a man lying in the snow.
The man slept so deeply, curled up motionless, but with the happiest smile on his face.
I didn't even know that my eyebrows and hair were covered with ice crystals.
This is a 'laughing man' - she told herself.
Yesterday, especially when she tried to help them sweep the ice crystals off their faces, Uncle Enzel told her with a smile: They are "laughing people" who like to sleep laughing in the wild in winter and will not wake up until spring.
——Good girls can't disturb them, it's best not to get close to them.
Obediently, she continued to move forward.
The skirt was a little torn, and she was very frustrated... This was the skirt Aunt Li Xiya gave her before leaving for the royal capital.
She walked past the second "Laughing Man".
This "laughing person" seems to be a sister who is as old as the maid Thalia, but she is wearing very little clothing. She is leaning against the rock with her mouth wide open, and she is holding a baby in her arms.
But the baby didn't smile, it just closed its small eyes and mouth tightly and remained motionless.
This made her very unhappy.
Why don't you laugh?
Everyone in the north should smile, right?
This is what Uncle Nolan Noor told her.
Beside the stables of the Cold Castle, when leaving with the other two uncles, Nolan Noor laughed as before and put herself into his arms, and then kept pricking her with his stubble amidst her dissatisfaction and protest.
s face.
Well, Nolan Noor - her thoughts were disordered, she thought of her youngest uncle, and couldn't help but raise her mouth.
If you showed up now...
I will...mercy forgive your beard.
She continued walking and met a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, many, many, countless others on the snow...
Laughter.
At this moment, a person who was not the "laughing man" finally appeared in front of him.
She raised her head with dull eyes and looked at the strange boy in front of her.
The ragged boy lay next to another "laughing man", rummaging for something.
The boy noticed her approach and raised his head like a wild beast.
His eyes were a dark red, so scary.
"roll!"
The boy subconsciously protected the things in his arms and stared at her fiercely, with vigilance and fierceness in his voice: "I found this place first! Food, clothes, everything is mine!"
"Get out! Get away!"
"Go and dig through the other bodies!"
She took a weak breath and felt that her face was sore from the wind.
So fierce.
She pouted.
But she is a little hungry.
My vision was blurry.
The icy coldness poured into her lungs along her mouth, nose and trachea, causing her heart to spasm again.
She walked towards the boy.
"Little brat, if you dare to take another step forward," the boy, who was also trembling in the cold, opened his mouth with a fierce face and exposed his teeth: "I will bite you alive!"
She ignored the other party.
But her consciousness became increasingly numb.
The vision is getting darker and darker.
But she still moved forward on the snow step by step, dragging her staggering footsteps, relying on vision rather than the touch of her feet to confirm the existence of the ground - she could hardly feel her limbs that had been numb for a long time.
The boy knelt down and roared like a beast, as if preparing for an attack.
She looked at the boy with a ferocious face, took a deep breath, and her lungs trembled again due to the cold air.
She kept walking forward.
The vigilance on the boy's face turned into a murderous look filled with hatred.
His right hand was exposed from behind, holding a long awl covered with rust.
Mother said, to strangers...
The boy howled angrily and threw her weak body to the ground.
Words to strangers...
She pulled at her frozen face.
The boy stared at her face and raised the awl in his hand ferociously.
She looked at the boy's dark red eyes and made an ugly curve from the corner of her mouth.
Have to smile.
Everyone in the north should smile, right?
The next moment, the Chief of the Terminator Swordsman ‘Seed’—Miranda Allende, suddenly opened her eyes in the alley of Longxiao City!
A sword with an empty slot had pierced her breastplate and penetrated her left breast.
The edge of the sword penetrated the flesh an inch.
Stop before the beating heart.
But he didn't move forward even an inch.
The middle-aged man with the Sword of Disaster frowned.
He looked at Miranda's sword edge, which happened to be stuck on his sword, piercing into the empty groove from the sword tip to the middle of the sword, against his strange sword.
Preventing it from piercing the female swordsman's heart.
Just now, at the critical moment, Miranda decisively drew her sword, and the blade inserted into the empty slot of the enemy's sword.
It's like a carpenter inserting a wedge into a hollow slot in the wood.
Miranda's black-gloved hands were firmly holding on to the hilt of her cross sword, with cold sweat dripping from her head that was both painful and trembling, and she was locked in a stalemate with the enemy.
What a fast sword.
And... that unavoidable feeling, is it his final power?
"It's really good," the middle-aged man breathed out gently, showing an expression of approval: "The reaction, observation, and character are all rare and outstanding. It's rare to be so young... My students are very smart, but they lack training and experience.
It will take him at least five years to catch up to your level."
"But from the very beginning, you were already on the verge of death..." The middle-aged man spoke coldly, and the sword that pierced Miranda's chest suddenly exerted force and stabbed forward.
Under his exertion, the two swords embedded together underwent subtle deformation, making a unique moan in the air as metal was stressed.
Pain came from my heart.
Miranda's face was slightly distorted.
As long as the tip of the sword penetrates another inch, it will reach the blood tank.
The female swordsman gritted her teeth, held her breath, and tried hard to eliminate the dual effects of severe physical pain and psychological worries.
Listening to the enemy's rhythm, feeling the enemy's beat, she forced herself to enter the state.
The first sword was suppressed at an absolute disadvantage - she had to find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.
Miranda resisted the enemy's sword tightly, opened her eyes wide, and observed the stationary enemy in the sunset.
The middle-aged man sighed: "You know, I didn't want to use this move originally."
"But as of now, it seems that neither swordsmanship nor sword speed can take you down immediately... There are only four minutes until the patrol team arrives."
The next moment, the middle-aged enemy's face showed a painful and unbearable expression.
The ferocious finishing power seeped out from his arm muscles and invaded the two swords between the two of them!
Miranda's expression changed.
This is...the kind of violent and crazy ending power that Cohen mentioned?
The middle-aged man's arm trembled, as if he had released a ferocious beast that preyed on people, and explosive power rose up from his sword!
The two swords groaned at the same time as they vibrated at an accelerated rate, like two overwhelmed patients.
Miranda felt the sword piercing her body begin to tremble, and it stabbed further into her heart!
Oops.
The next moment.
"laugh!"
Blood splattered everywhere.
Miranda's left hand covered her chest in pain.
But it's not over yet.
"Qiang!"
The two swords clashed in friction, sparks burst out, and separated from each other in the air.
The middle-aged man's sword light disappeared in the air.
They appear suddenly like stars in the night sky!
Hit the injured Miranda.
The female swordsman raised her trembling sword and subconsciously swung it into the air!
"Clang! Clang!"
Less than a second after they separated, the two swords collided in mid-air again!
Miranda's sword twice blocked the enemy's attack.
They both took a step back at the same time.
Miranda leaned against the wall behind her with a pale face, looking at the middle-aged man with wide eyes.
"May you die peacefully, swordsman." The middle-aged man sighed and shook off the blood on his sword.
But the middle-aged man's expression suddenly froze.
He noticed the blood on his sword.
That's just a small amount of blood.
How can it be?
It must have pierced her heart...
but she……
Is he right-minded? Or is he equipped with protection that can resist the power of the end? The refined crystal plate of the dwarves? The exquisite silver mail armor of the elven royal family? Silicone?
The middle-aged man raised his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda who was weak and leaning against the wall.
"That weird finishing power didn't work, did it?"
The female swordsman took a deep breath and removed her left hand that was covering her chest.
There was a rather long scar, extending from Miranda's heart to her shoulder, but it only scratched the light armor and caused slight bleeding.
The middle-aged man looked surprised.
According to the original plan, his beast-like finishing power would invade the enemy's body unstoppably, destroying the tissues in the body, delaying the opponent's actions, and even swallowing and destroying her ending power like a natural enemy.
Then, when the opponent was unable to move or was in great pain, he used the final force to move the sword blade, which should have penetrated Miranda's heart directly. It might not be deep, but it would be enough to bleed.
Next, he will attack with terrifying sword speed, mobilizing all the blood in the enemy's body. Within a few tenths of a second, bright red arterial blood will erupt from the chest of this female terminator swordsman, until her life is completely withered.
However, she actually blocked the sword destined to pierce her heart...
The middle-aged man looked at the girl in front of him incomprehensibly.
"From the beginning of my attack, your actions were normal, your sword was also very smooth, and you blocked my thrust without any delay. So," a few seconds later, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hand, as if
After figuring something out, his eyes were full of surprise: "It's impossible..."
The middle-aged man frowned: "You...you are not affected by the 'touch of greed' at all!"
Miranda took a deep breath and reset her sword stance.
"'Touch of Greed'? Is this the name of your finishing power? What a disgusting name." Miranda said coldly.
"My companions told me about that feeling, the crazy power of termination, with the purpose of invasion, destruction, and destruction." She raised her sword and pointed directly at her opponent: "Ordinary terminator swordsmen must be afraid of that terrible power.
The power of the end is helpless."
"But, once this power characteristic fails... what should you do?"
The middle-aged man said nothing.
What answered on his behalf was his lightning-fast sword!
The sword with an empty slot whizzed in the air and struck at the female swordsman's throat.
Miranda, who had been prepared for a long time, became serious, turned her wrist, and the power of termination emerged, supporting the strength of her hand and facing the middle-aged man.
"Dang! Swish!"
Two sparks flew out violently!
The two exchanged two sword strikes in an instant.
The two figures alternated between flashes, and after the last sword strike, they were five steps apart in an instant.
Miranda stepped back, feeling the vibration of the cross sword, and calmly thought about the enemy's characteristics.
"I just attacked the Eight Swordsman."
"You only blocked two swords, and you were hit by one," the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's slashed left leg and said calmly: "Your swordsmanship is mediocre, and you can't keep up with my sword speed.
It looks agile, but in fact it is just light - the steps are occasionally misaligned when dodging."
"What's even more strange is that during the fight, your sword actually trembled slightly, which affected your sword style... This is supposed to be a mistake only beginners make."
"Except for that amazing interception at the beginning, your sword is useless." The middle-aged man shook his head: "With this habit and strength of using a sword... you should have died ten thousand times, how did you survive until now?
"
Miranda said nothing, just stared at the middle-aged man carefully.
The next moment, her enemy suddenly smiled: "But among the eight swords just now, you were just right every time, either dodging by luck or missing the five most deadly swords."
"At the most delicate moment, I counterattacked with a sword," the middle-aged man looked at his slashed left upper arm, frowned and sighed: "It was still successful."
Miranda finally frowned.
"There is only one explanation," the middle-aged man moved slightly, and Miranda's sword slowly moved with his position.
"What you use to fight is not the exquisite sword style or agile steps, but your observations and feelings." The middle-aged man's pupils narrowed slightly: "It is to recognize the enemy's rhythm and the timing of drawing the sword: no matter how rough it is,
His swordsmanship and simple sword moves can be transformed into the most exquisite blow as long as they appear in the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time."
Miranda exhaled in her heart: He found it.
"What you have practiced is the four primitive finishing powers known for seizing the right time and controlling the rhythm - Pegasus Movement." The middle-aged man sighed deeply: "It is really a long-lost inheritance in the tower."
"And the reason why you are not afraid of the 'touch of greed'," he raised his head with a compelling look: "I can probably guess it."
Miranda was slightly startled.
The middle-aged man's eyes focused on Miranda's black-gloved hands:
"It's your hand, right?"
Miranda looked in disbelief.
Forget about the Pegasus movement, but actually... he even discovered it.
Miranda tightened her grip on the sword.
"Your hand was the first to come into contact with the 'Touch of Greed,'" the middle-aged man squinted his eyes and observed his opponent carefully: "But there was no reaction... Is it because of those gloves?"
Miranda was silent for a few seconds.
The wilderness of many years ago appeared before her eyes.
That kind of chilling... coldness.
"No, it's not a glove," Miranda breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her head and admitted generously: "It's just my hand."
The middle-aged man frowned.
"My hands were severely frostbitten a long time ago..."
A vast expanse of white snow appeared in front of Miranda's eyes.
"When you recover, you will lose most of your sense of touch and pain." Miranda said calmly, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her:
"I can neither practice nor use the most exquisite and unpredictable swordsmanship - at the beginning, I couldn't even lift a teacup."
"No matter how terrible the pain caused by your power, my hands cannot feel it."
"And your aggressive finishing power, faced with my hands that have been numb for many years," Miranda slowly raised the sword, her hands trembling slightly visibly: "What can you do?"
silence.
Soon, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hands with shock in his eyes.
Those hands...
Those hands holding the sword...
Actually...
No pain and no way to touch?
The middle-aged man looked at Miranda with eyes full of pity.
and admiration.
"A pair of hands without touch can actually hold a sword?" He said slowly, but his voice was full of admiration.
This young girl…
In order for a pair of hands without feeling to be able to hold the hilt of the sword, I had to swing it in the air tens of thousands of times, and I must have gone through a lot of pain.
"So, you were taught the Pegasus Movement. Of course, this is also the finishing power that is most suitable for you." The middle-aged man nodded, with affirmation and excitement in his eyes: "Abandon the feeling in your hands, ignore the specific sword moves,
Instead, follow the rhythm of the battle and leave the sword to your own observation, cognition and judgment - your teacher must be a genius."
Miranda didn't speak, she just stared at her gloved hands.
"Please forgive me for being disrespectful before." The middle-aged man put his sword behind his back and bowed respectfully to Miranda with the most standard swordsman etiquette: "You are a swordsman worthy of admiration..."
"My lord Salander Clay, as the sword of end inherited from outside the tower, it is truly an honor for me to fight against you."
Miranda also put away her sword and returned the gift expressionlessly:
"Miranda Allender, the chief 'seed' of Tower of the End issue 134... In view of what you did to the right hand of one of my friends, please forgive me that it is difficult for me to say, 'It is also an honor for me to fight against you.'
"
Clay smiled slightly: "Right hand, right?"
The two of them straightened up, and the swords reappeared at their sides.
The next moment, the two figures approached again!
"Clang! Clang!"
Clay's sharp sword and Miranda's clever figure were moving back and forth on this small ground!
Within ten seconds, Miranda once again dodged the enemy's four deadly swords and counterattacked at the most critical moment.
Blood flowed from Miranda's right waist, ear and Clay's left forearm.
"It's really impressive." Clay opened the distance between the two and sighed: "Given time, you will definitely reach the extreme level."
Miranda nodded, accepting the other person's approval.
No matter how fast you are - Miranda thought to herself: you cannot omit the process of drawing the sword. With the process, there will be a rhythm of high and low, movement and stillness.
There will be flaws that can be grasped and broken.
"And I can see it," Miranda observed the enemy carefully while keeping distance, and said calmly: "What you call the 'touch of greed', that kind of endless and continuous riot characteristic..."
The middle-aged man Clay was slightly startled.
Miranda showed an affirmative look:
"It must be the 'Glory of the Stars'!"
In Clay's surprised eyes, Miranda said confidently: "Sorry, I'm too familiar with this kind of ending power..."
The scene in the Tower of the End appeared before her eyes, with the figure of Cohen holding his red and swollen arms crying bitterly.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
"I really admire your observation skills, but that's not all," Clay shook his head and chuckled:
"The 'Touch of Greed' is not the 'Glory of the Stars'," in Miranda's strange eyes, Clay put the sword back to his waist: "If you must say it, it is an enhanced version of the 'Glory of the Stars' outside the tower.
"
Doubts arose in Miranda's mind.
Brilliant among the stars...
Enhanced version?
Are you referring to that violent characteristic?
so.
The final power of the Sword of Disaster is based on the original final power...
"There are still thirty seconds," Clay sighed: "Forget it, there's not enough time."
Miranda looked at him in surprise.
"See you later," Clay nodded lightly: "Chief, your hands are numb."
Miranda gritted her teeth and took two steps forward: "Wait!"
Clay turned around and punched the wall next to him!
"boom!"
As the dust flew, his figure disappeared from Miranda's sight.
At this moment, the patrol team's voice came from outside the alley: "It's near here... I suspect that someone is chasing for no reason and illegally fighting with weapons! What was that sound just now?"
Miranda, who couldn't stop coughing due to the dust, stared at the direction Clay was leaving, punched the wall unwillingly, sheathed her sword and left amid the sound of people getting closer and closer.
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"Ding!"
Just when Cohen's sword was about to penetrate the young man's throat, a sword came from the air and blocked the security officer's stabbing sword out of thin air.
Cohen turned around sharply and faced the newcomer with his back to the setting sun.
But the newcomer's sword caught Cohen's full attention.
It was a sword with a medium length blade, an extremely thin blade, and a black weighted ball on the hilt.
A round hole is drilled into the sword's guard, just enough for the user to insert his index finger.
Cohen's pupils shrank!
He recognized this sword.
He was really familiar with this sword.
I am also too familiar with... the owner of this sword.
"Why don't you get out of here?" The newcomer said in a bright voice to the young man with the Sword of Disaster: "Go find your teacher."
The young man covered in wounds climbed up in embarrassment and limped away into the alley.
But Cohen ignored it.
He stared at the newcomer with wide eyes and disbelief.
From the moment he met this person, he didn't want to care about anything else.
"Why are you here?" Cohen swallowed hard and asked in the most unbelievable tone of surprise.
"And you...what are you doing?" Cohen's eyebrows struggled as he looked at the newcomer in front of him.
"What are you doing?" The newcomer snorted, moved his steps, and approached him.
"Before you idiots mess everything up," the newcomer said calmly, revealing a pair of dark red eyes in the dark, "Come and stop you."
"or……"
Newcomers step out of the shadows of the alley.
"Kill you?"
At the same time as Cohen's former terminal tower, Raphael Lindbergh, an active member of the Kingdom's secret department, was holding a sword in his left hand, blinking a pair of dark red eyes, looking at his former friend, Cohen Kara, with a smile.