Thales has never seen Yara's sword so angry and powerful.
He vaguely felt that the two wolf leg knives at this moment contained suffocating pressure.
Rolf summoned all his strength, held both hidden swords against his chest, and retreated sharply!
The female bartender rushed over more and more violently, and in an instant, she slashed out with thunderous double knives!
The two figures moved in synchrony like a ballroom dance, but it was far from elegant and civilized. Rolf's hidden sword turned into a phantom, and in an instant met Yara's sword-holding arms.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The sound of fighting continued.
The hidden sword blocked Rolf's double swords countless times.
The two swords also knocked away the hidden sword that stabbed Yara countless times!
Both of them were moving at extreme speeds, and the signs and facades on the streets flashed by quickly, but they seemed to be still towards each other, concentrating on dismantling each other's moves.
Thales couldn't take his eyes off him and almost forgot to breathe.
But the offensive and defensive momentum is extremely obvious: Yara's double swords are intended to attack the opponent's vital points, while Rolf's two hidden swords are only used to block the opponent's offensive.
One attack and one defense, but it is a competition of speed and dexterity.
But after the next metal clash, the wolf leg knife in Yara's left hand suddenly erupted with a burst of thunder, like a ripple in the air, and it bounced away from Rolf's blockage.
A sword!
Yara's unexpected trump card surprised Rolf.
One wrong step, one wrong step.
The interception of this sword failed, leaving Rolf with no time to retract the other sword, exposing the vital points of his chest and abdomen to Yara's left sword!
"Draw!"
This is the sound of the wolf's leg knife cutting through clothes and cutting through the chest.
At the moment when his life was at stake, Rolf activated his powers with all his strength without any hesitation.
The "Ghost of the Wind" is not a deserved name. He pursed his lips, and the tattoos on his face glowed slightly. A violent whirlwind was generated in the gap between the two of them, blowing Yara and himself in different directions.
open!
Rolf stepped on his feet and took advantage of the strong wind to leap into the air, leaving only a few traces of blood on the spot.
The female bartender was forced to stop, retract her arms and adjust her body to adapt to the sudden strong wind, and the power of her thundering double swords was also cut off.
Thales, who was in the distance, did not directly feel the strong wind, but this did not affect his judgment: both people were affected by the wind at the same time, Rolf flew back, while Yara was blocked.
The wind did not stop, but continued to increase. Rolf's figure was like a kite, floating on the wind in mid-air, and the light tattooed on his face became more and more dazzling.
The female bartender had to bend her knees to resist the increasing wind and take the opportunity to regain her strength.
Rolf no longer smiled playfully, and the pain in his chest frightened him: the little girl in front of him was probably as troublesome as any of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood.
Thinking of the momentum of the two knives just now, Sui Fengzhi Gui was determined not to give her another chance to make a comeback with her knives.
Fortunately, the cost of her attack was not small.
Suifengzhi's face turned cold, he turned his hands over and spread out the two hidden swords at his side.
Wind blows.
Under the cover of the strong wind, Rolf once again showed his ghostly figure.
The next moment, Rolf appeared above Yara's head!
Yara gritted her teeth and immediately swung her sword up to the grid.
"Keng!"
But Rolf retreated with one blow, and his figure disappeared like a drifting wind, leaving no chance for Yara to counterattack or launch an offensive.
"Qiang!"
Rolf's hidden sword appeared again, this time on Yara's lower left side. It also missed a hit and flew back!
"As long as your sudden rise and continuous offensive are interrupted, the assassination knife that the Sarriton family has been famous for for hundreds of years will no longer be effective."
Rolf's voice came from the wind again.
Yara struggled to resist the opponent's guerrilla attack, and the strong wind that hit her side from time to time forced her to expend a lot of energy on maintaining her body movements and predicting the direction of Rolf's next attack.
Thales was nervous for a while while watching the battle - what should he do?
Rolf's feminine voice sounded from all around again.
"But just tell me why you Sarritons are lurking in the Brotherhood, and maybe we can sit down and talk about it?"
Yara looked solemn and actually closed her eyes at this moment.
It seems that a decision has been made.
I saw her holding her two knives upside down and fiercely inserting the blades into the adobe bricks under her feet.
Rolf's hidden sword appeared again, still above his head!
But this time, Yara turned around, and the two knives stuck on the ground followed her arms in a sharp circle!
"boom!"
In a burst of thunder, the earth and rocks on the ground were thrown away by Yara, shaking them several meters!
Earth and rocks flew up, blocking Rolf's view.
The light of the sword flashed faintly in the earth and rocks!
Rolf roared angrily, retreating, but the tattoos on his face became brighter and brighter. The strong wind in the air suddenly accelerated, spinning with terrible power, blowing away the earth and rocks in all directions!
In the strong wind, the earth and rocks were shot in all directions!
At this time, Thales, who was watching the battle with half his head exposed in a hidden place, suddenly heard a hoarse and indistinguishable voice:
"Lower your head."
There was no time for daze, Thales lowered his head instinctively.
"Wow!"
The surging earth and rocks struck from the center of the battle and quickly passed over Thales' head!
Several rocks hit the side door of the shop behind Taylor, denting the wooden door panel!
Thales looked at the door panel behind him and patted his chest in cold sweat. If he hadn't lowered his head just now——
But before he could react, a slender and dashing figure appeared in his hiding place.
"You go quickly."
Thales was a little dumbfounded.
The Yara in front of her was definitely not "good". The originally heroic female bartender looked tired. She was panting slightly and her left arm was shaking slightly.
"He found my weakness. If I can't form a continuous attack, I won't be able to beat him."
The female bartender put her arm on Thales' shoulders and showed an ugly smile.
"If you keep going like this, you will be discovered sooner or later. I will lure him away, and then you can go alone!"
"Walk along the alley on the left with a low body, cover your breathing with a black cloth, and immediately turn around and change paths if you encounter any noise."
"The Brotherhood has not attacked too deeply. As long as we cross the center of Hongfang Street, there will be fewer and fewer people."
"Kid, even if you are alone, you must survive!"
Thales stared blankly at the female bartender who suddenly said goodbye.
Until her figure shot out and faced the center of the strong wind outside the street.
Thales unconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed her back.
Yara.
The time traveler listened to the sound of fighting resounding in the distance, and the dog meat in the kitchen of Sunset Bar that night appeared before his eyes.
"Eat slowly! Kid, I got this dog too!"
"What's wrong with the bartender! I'm Yara Sa--I'm a well-trained bartender!"
"I can't give you this dog leg! You can't bite it off!"
Bye now.
Sister Yara.
Bye now.
jc.
Thales turned around resolutely and headed deeper into Hongfang Street.
To survive - I still owe Yara a favor.
The sound of fierce fighting behind him became more and more distant.
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A messy battlefield.
Cohen leaned on his sword and knelt with his left hand on the wall, coughing heavily.
The security officer's chest was bleeding.
His left rib was punctured, his lungs were damaged, and the wound almost reached his heart.
Moreover, the enemy's violent finishing power still lingered at his wound.
Even the finishing power that Cohen is proud of - "The Glory of the Stars" cannot withstand it.
And his enemy, Cohen, raised his head and looked at the swordsman in red and black clothes with a calm expression in front of him.
The left shoulder armor of the red and black swordsman was pierced by Cohen's "Gang Sword", and his shoulder was bleeding. There were also scratches on his left chin and left side of his neck.
But it's far better than Cohen's situation.
At the moment when both swords were about to pierce each other, the two men showed completely different fighting qualities.
Cohen inspired part of the brilliance of the stars, condensed it into a "star shield", protected the heart, deflected the fatal sword that struck the vital point, and then thrust out the sword in his hand with all his strength.
The red and black swordsman, however, ignored the silver-white sword edge that was stabbing his throat. Instead, at the moment when the sword blade was about to reach his body, he was calmer but more frantic in sending out the sword in his hand. He was faster than Cohen and sent the sword into the opponent.
sternum.
Then, taking advantage of the moment when Cohen's long sword trembled, the swordsman lowered his head to avoid the vital point of his throat, leaving only a scratch on his chin and neck. Then he let Cohen pierce his shoulder armor and tried to send the sword away again.
Enter one point.
High and low stand out.
"You are an excellent swordsman." The red and black swordsman suddenly said.
"Faced with a sword like that, many people avoid its edge and try to fight back."
"But you insisted on thrusting out that sword."
"As for the action of condensing protection, it's what the army taught you, right?"
Cohen coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "A veteran told me: On the battlefield, you must keep a life-saving hand - only then can you live longer than the enemy and be injured less than the enemy."
The red and black swordsman was silent for a while, and then he chuckled softly: "He must have never been a suicide squad."
Cohen gasped and frowned: "On the Western Front battlefield, the death squads charging against the skeletons and orcs - have you ever done this?"
The swordsman nodded:
"three times."
"Which guard?" Cohen licked the blood from his mouth and raised his head.
"Skull Guards, the 17th Suicide Squad."
"Fackenhauser's death squad, three times?" Cohen showed a familiar smile: "It seems you have offended a big shot."
"What about you, vigilance officer?" the red and black swordsman asked silently.
"Raven Guard, Second Commando."
"'Thunder Crow'? The second commando team?" The swordsman also frowned: "Humph, why does Karabyan sound so familiar to me? He seems to be a noble."
Cohen spit out a mouthful of blood and said with a wry smile:
"Actually, I always wanted to ask if the Chaka wine before the charge was delicious - my father never let me drink it."
"It tastes bad. Damn quartermaster, he even deducts wine from dead people." The swordsman replied coldly.
"Is it."
"yes."
The conversation between the two suddenly stopped.
The red and black swordsman put away his madness and violence, and Cohen also put away his helplessness and panting.
"Gulaton Remo, Skull Guard, Seventeenth Death Squadron, Sword and Shield Soldier," the red and black swordsman, Gulaton said in a cold voice, "This is my name. It is an honor to fight with you, vigilance officer.
Your Mightiness."
"Cohen Karabiyan, Crow Guard, Second Commando, Operations Captain," the security officer said with a sad smile, "This honor belongs to me, uh, Your Excellency, the gangster?"
The next second, Cohen stopped smiling.
Both of them looked at each other seriously and seriously.
On Cohen's sword, the lights of the stars flickered.
On the right arm of the red and black swordsman Gulaton, violent power surged, piercing the blood vessels and protruding.
The final sword that separates life and death - this is the moment that belongs to the swordsman who ends.
Glorious, sacred and cannot be blasphemed.
But the next moment, their expressions suddenly changed!
Suddenly the sound of howling wind came from next door.
A slender and valiant figure, holding two swords, fell from the air onto the street!
This distance should be enough.
The female bartender gasped and looked at the two people who were kneeling and standing.
Until she saw what Cohen was wearing.
I wish that kid could—eh? Kingdom Security Officer?
This is a gang war, why is Qingpi here?
Cohen and Gulaton also looked at her in confusion.
Someone from another gang? Cohen thought to himself, hoping it wasn't from the Blood Bottle Gang.
It seems that this woman has never been heard from adults, Gulaton secretly thought, is she a chess piece from outside?
"You can't run away! Sister bartender."
The wind howled, accompanied by a soft voice, Rolf appeared at the street corner, and he also saw two swordsmen.
"Gulaton? You should be by your side," Rolf looked at the swordsman and frowned, "Why are you here with a green-skinned person?"
Very good - Cohen thought to himself, they are a team, so...
The security officer turned to the female bartender: Since this woman is the opponent of his enemy, she must not be from the Blood Bottle Gang.
"Concentrate on cleaning up your rats." Gulaton, the red and black swordsman, said coldly, as if he didn't want to talk to Rolf anymore, "I'll do my job."
After Gula finished speaking, he coldly raised his sword towards Cohen.
Cohen also stood up slowly, gritting his teeth and holding his silver sword across his chest.
Rolf curled his lips, and the wind beside him continued to blow.
Yara took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and adjusted the angle.
All four people understood the situation on the field.
Two Blood Bottle Gangs, one Brotherhood, and one Green Skin - oh, it's the vigilance officer.
The next moment, all four of them started to move!
Gulaton's long sword flashed with red light, pursuing Cohen's heart mercilessly!
Cohen's face turned pale. Facing Gulaton, he pulled out the sword ring specially designed for defense!
Rolf's figure disappeared again, but the wind rushed towards Yara!
Yara's figure surged up, her two swords cut through the air as she advanced, but she unexpectedly rushed towards——
Cohen!
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Tails carefully covered the black cloth, hiding his breathing and running away, avoiding the two teams of elite thugs who were fighting to the death.
In the crowd, a figure nearly two meters tall stood out. Wherever his iron fist touched, the red-turbaned blood bottle gang flew out.
It's probably some master from the Brotherhood, I don't know if it's the Thirteen Generals or the Big Six.
Anyway, they can't be the three legendary killers.
But Thales just walked around quietly.
This is not his fight.
He wants to escape.
For myself and for Yara.
For the beggar in the sixth house.
Thales turned around a street corner and encountered an air barrier head-on.
He didn't know it at the time, but it was the "air wall" that was famous among experts.
He smashed the barrier in displeasure.
Damn magician.
Another detour is coming.
Hope you won't meet anyone.
Thinking of people, Thales couldn't help but think of the voice that just reminded him to "bow down."
He originally thought it was Yara, after all, the latter appeared in front of him immediately.
But he later realized that the voice couldn't be Yara's.
It was a hoarse and indistinguishable voice.
It wasn't just myself, Yara and Rolf who were present just now.
That's the fourth person.
Thales' scalp tightened, and he suddenly thought that if the person who just reminded him to bow his head was the fourth person present.
Then why did Yara and Rolf not notice anything?
Mingmingyara appeared in front of Thales immediately after the earth and rocks were fired.
There is no doubt that Thales concluded that his strength is more terrifying than Yara and Rolf.
However, since he is not hostile to him, why not help?
"Bump!" Thales bumped into another invisible barrier.
He patted his head in annoyance.
There are more and more of these ghost things. They cost no money and no mana!
Thales turned in one direction and ran forward.
"collapse!"
It’s actually another barrier!
This time, Thales failed to stop. He fell to the ground and hit his left forehead on the foot of the house next to him.
Thales grinned and rubbed his broken head, raised his bleeding head and looked in front of him.
Something is wrong.
This was a crossroads. Although it was pitch dark all around, according to his memory, it was probably close to the center of Hongfang Street.
Even the sound of fighting gradually faded away.
Thales moved gently in the other three directions and stretched out his hand.
Then, he touched two barriers in two directions not far away.
Thales was shocked.
It really combines the weirdness and suggestion of a horror movie.
The traveler was silent for a while, then turned to the only direction without a barrier.
He silently stretched out his hand, and sure enough, this time, he walked for more than ten meters without any hindrance.
Thales's heart became sinking.
I didn’t expect that I would have already come here.
Why.
Destiny, destiny, you are such a bitch.
He suddenly shook off his right hand that was covering his forehead, letting the blood drip to the ground.
The traveler resolutely walked another dozen steps on the empty street until he approached a house.
In the center of the house is a large, half-open double wooden door.
Thales raised his head. There was a big sign on the door. The illiterate time traveler could only barely recognize one word. He only recognized it because he had begged at the Black Gold Casino before.
That word is:
Chess and cards.
Thales turned around and looked in three other directions, remembering the bleeding pain on his forehead.
Is there no way out?
"This invitation is really crude." Thales murmured.
But he still sighed, stopped hesitating, pushed open the half-open door, and walked into the chess and card room in the center of Hongfang Street.
The room was dark, with only a little light in the distance, like an old-fashioned candle.
It really sets the mood.
"Welcome to my amusement park, my little friend."
As he walked past the chess and card tables (and bumped into many of them), a pleasant and relaxing voice came to Thales' ears.
"My name is Ashida Sarkon. My peers are accustomed to calling me: the magician of air."
a long time.
Thales tried his best for two lifetimes to calm the panic in his heart.
In the darkness in front of you, there was only a candle flickering slightly, which was the cellar entrance of the chess and card room.
Thales took a deep breath, walked down the cellar, then held his breath and pressed down on his beating heart.
In front of him, a handsome man in blue with long dark brown hair was sitting at a long table, smiling and nodding to him.
"As for the invitation issue, I will pay attention to it next time."
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Sunset Temple, inner altar.
The gray-haired middle-aged noble could not hide his excitement at this moment. In front of his eyes, the lamp on the altar that carried the future of the kingdom was getting bigger and bigger, and its color was getting redder and redder.
He picked up the lamp and strode out of the inner altar of the temple.
The elderly priest behind her was startled and stretched out her hand to stop him, but then she thought of something and her hand suddenly stopped mid-air.
The priest sighed, watched the noble figure go away, and sat down slowly.
After a while, the older priest called over the sleepy intern Nia.
"Get ready. Starting from tomorrow, the inner altar will be opened."