Chapter 145 Sweeping the Sword

Longyan City, in the alleys of the area, the three old knowledge finally opened the sword.

In the moonlight, Cohen painfully glared at his innocent nose, looking at the men and women who had a disagreement.

He knows that in this special battle, he has no room to intervene - Miranda probably won't let him shoot.

Your own nose is proof.

Fortunately, compared to the past, Miranda’s hands are already in control.

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

Raphael's thin-edged sword also came to the left hand in an instant, in order to attack and defend, by cutting the speed of the line faster than the other side, straight into the throat of Miranda.

But Miranda is like predicting the next step of the opponent. The sword is naturally changing direction, and it is just right to cut Rafael's left hand in the rotation - far away, just like Raphael takes the initiative to hand out his left hand. Welcome to her sword front.

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

Rafael frowned and quickly slashed his sword and was forced to retreat.

He knows the horror of the old lovers and tries to get out of her fighting rhythm very quickly.

However, Miranda looked like an ice, and he kept up with a sword in time. When Rafael took back his right leg, he cut his left leg as the center of gravity and interrupted his pace of retreating.

Raphael was forced by this sword to be forced to stop and retreat to meet the sword.

Just like the one just now, Miranda is like measuring the action of Raphael, with a small arm and a whistling wind!

Cohen’s pupils watched the battle.

In ten seconds, the swords of the two sides did not touch once, there was no one-time attack, no one against the sword, but only back and forth in the air, driving the air.

But Cohen knows that this is a very dangerous matchup.

His teacher, Jeddy Tafner, once told Cohen, who was not a warning officer at the time: this silent and fast battle scene, more often in the extreme confrontation.

The next moment, Cohen looked at Miranda's blade at the most appropriate time, avoiding the opponent's block, dodge and counterattack, and instantly slammed into Raphael's head!

"hiss……"

The sound of the blade tearing the air came.

At that moment, Rafael's crimson eyes flashed a different look.

His left arm was trembled with the naked eye, and then the thin-edged sword danced in the moonlight!

"Ding!"

The swords of the two men finally made the first attack, and the vibrations that twitched the ears in the air were sharp!

Cohen frowned and resisted the urge to rub his ears.

Raphael bites his teeth and retire three steps!

Miranda stood in the same place and swayed.

The scene calmed down for a while.

Miranda shook her wrists with a blank expression, and a few hairs fell from her blade.

Raphael gasped slightly and touched his right forehead.

A **** scar has appeared in his horns.

Cohen sighed without surprise.

really.

Miranda is still the strongest.

"On sharp observations, grasping the timing and rhythm of the battle," Raphael licked the blood in his hand and shook his head in a helpless smile:

"You are still so powerful, Miranda."

Cohen coughed aside and carefully watched Miranda's face: "So, Rafael, our discussion today is here... It’s been a long time..."

Miranda still doesn't know the power of Raphael's end.

However, if they fight again, watch the Miranda...

The fight must be stopped.

But at this time, the two men were slightly trembled and heard from the audience.

"Raphael..."

"Your ‘the sword of the sword’?”

Cohen gave a slight glimpse.

Raphael dropped his head.

Just listening to the voice of Miranda, it was incredulously trembling: "The power of the end of the counterattack, the end of the counterattack..."

"For more than a decade, only the power of the end of your awakening..."

"The power to break the end of the ‘Tianma movement’ rhythm monopoly...”

"Why are you missing?"

Cohen closed his eyes in pain.

bad.

She found out.

Miranda raised her head violently, her cold expression in the moonlight, an incredible horror.

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

"It's another force..."

"what is that……"

"Rafael Lindbergh?"

Miranda's gaze is like two blades, stabbing Rafael without saying a word.

Cohen slaps his head in annoyed slap.

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

"This is the 'Prayer of the Dead'. To be honest, there is not much difference between the sword and the sword." The young man in white sneered, his voice is still brisk: "A struggle between the two, and the pursuit of victory." The limit...the style is very similar - I thought it wouldn't be felt by your hand."

"Like the 'greedy touch' is the version of the sword of the disaster of 'Stars of the Stars'," Miranda, who frowned, with a hint of anxiety, keenly asked: "The so-called 'Prayer of the Dead' is also ' Another version of the Sword of the Sword?"

Her eyes were filled with inexplicable complex emotions, and she was fixed on Raphael:

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

Cohen really stunned.

It seems that Miranda has collected a lot of information about the sword of disaster in just a short time.

And by myself... Cohen remembered the young man who fled, and suddenly his face was red.

"It seems that the Kleiner guy has said too much to you," Raphael squinted thoughtfully: "Even if it is unconstrained outside the tower, he is also a sword near the extreme." Hand, how can there be so much."

To the surprise of two people, Miranda suddenly smiled.

Cohen stunned and Rafael twitched his eyebrows.

"Is this why you are holding me, Cohen?" In the laughter, Miranda used her slightly hoarse voice and did not return to Cohen: "The end of the five-year selection of the end of the tower 'seed' One of the candidates for the polar inheritor... Rafael Lindbergh."

"I actually turned to the sword of disaster?"

Cohen, who was questioned, closed his eyes tightly.

Raphael is silent.

The police officer screamed, but he hesitated when he reached the mouth, and his mouth was one by one.

After all, he still bowed his head and turned the words into a sigh.

In the next second, Miranda's figure flashed, and her sword was shot again.

This time, her sword did not attack Rafael's key, but flew directly to Raphael's left hand!

Cohen reveals the color of doubt - attacking the enemy's blade, this is not a normal combat strategy.

But what surprised him even more is that Rafael, who has always been smiling, has changed his face because of this sword without threat!

"clang!"

The two swords collided for the second time, but there was no follow-up - Miranda's sword was withdrawn.

Miranda stared straight at Rafael and couldn't keep his eyes on it, as if he had forgotten everything around him.

Raphael looked at Miranda with a pale face and seemed to be hit by the most crucial key.

Only Cohen touched his head and looked at the field in confusion: strangely, this sword clearly has no harm?

How is the reaction of two people so strange?

Immediately, the voice of Miranda came from a long time.

"The reason for the disappearance of the sword-washing... is this?" Aaron's daughter, the voice of this time was somewhat unexpectedly trembling: "Three years? Three years?"

"It's him?"

"This is the reason?"

"he?"

The young man in white, Raphael looked at Miranda at the moment.

The expression is complicated.

Mira.

She still found out.

I met for the first time in three years.

She found out.

He lowered his eyes.

In the next second, the female swordsman jerked her head up and said loudly: "Raphael, you are a cocky idiot!"

Raphael didn't talk, just looking at her calmly.

Cohen was shocked to see Miranda, who seemed to be out of control.

this is……

what happened?

Just a woman who is still "strong and independent", how can she become an ex-girlfriend of "grief" in a while?

The next moment, the female swordsman turned and smashed a sword and stabbed into the wall next to him!

"laugh!"

Raphael sighed for a long time.

Miranda, with a gloomy expression, let go of his hand and let the hilt tremble in the air.

"He, I cursed him..." Miranda turned her head and gritted her teeth. Her expression was sorrowful and sneered with anger:

"He deserves it!"

"Live it!"

The female swordsman is squatting.

Raphael gently took the sword into the sheath.

"Don't be like this, Mira." The young man in white shook his head and said softly: "Not worth it."

Cohen opened his mouth.

He is already crazy about the situation at hand.

What the **** is this two people?

Hey, he played a pass, then he didn’t fight?

Start crying and meditating?

What about the sword? A cocky idiot? What should I do? not worth it?

He, the second-level police officer and the city defense patrol captain of the Yongxing City West City Security Department, Cohen Karabyan, was in a mess at the moment.

I can't understand it at all! Hello!

"I said," Cohen scratched his head in pain. As he approached the two, he interjected: "Is there anyone explaining to me what is happening now? Miranda, although Raphael has a disaster on him. Sword... but you don't have to be so excited..."

The next moment, Miranda and Raphael looked up and glared.

"Shut up, Cohen!" This is Miranda with anger.

"Don't be, Cohen!" This is Raphael, who looks like ice.

Cohen, who was interrupted by both of them, opened his mouth halfway in midair.

He stared at the innocent and overwhelmed eyes, raised his hands, accompanied his smiling face, and nodded and stepped back.

Good, you talk, you talk.

The police officer who is completely out of the situation, silently whispered in his heart: people like me who are not intelligent enough will not participate.

Damn couple file.

After being beaten by Cohen, the three were silent for a while.

Two of them were immersed in complex and subtle emotions, and the third person sighed bored.

"So," Miranda adjusted his emotions and bowed his head and sneered: "The sword is washed, can't come back, is it?"

Just like you?

Raphael understood what she meant.

He sighed and his eyes were complicated.

"The shackles of the swords are from the wars of the kings," the young man in white shook his head in a sigh of emotion: "A great knight who is brave and loyal, and betrayed by his loyal Lord, is dead. ”

"The son of the great knight escaped from the encirclement. He washed the blood on his father's sword by the river and was determined to revenge," Raphael said faintly. "Many years later, he joined the enemy and became a knight."

"After years of **** rivers and corpses, the new knights with the new king's army finally broke into the tyrant's castle, and the enemy."

"But this does not bring him satisfaction. On the road where the fire of vengeance has burned, there is only emptiness and sorrow."

"In the face of a princess left by the enemy, when I saw the fear and hatred in the other's eyes, the knight was soft and suddenly realized." Raphael looked down faintly and continued to whisper: "' What does this mean? 'He said so.'

"The old hatred is reported, the new hate is born again, the king's grievances are endless, death and hatred are in each other's appearance, the cross is blooming, the tragedy has never disappeared, and the emptiness is not at the bottom."

Miranda listened quietly to Raphael's story, and Cohen painfully scratched his scalp - he was fed up with the two men.

"Then, the knight took the princess out of the castle full of blood and corpse, hatred and madness. The knight stood in the sun and wiped away the tears of the princess."

"There, the Cavaliers made a vow to end this chaotic world of hatred and death."

"In the future, his extraordinary power will be called - the sword of the sword."

Raphael’s story is over.

Miranda stood silently.

"H," Cohen laughed, trying to advance the progress of the mission: "Listen to a three-stream knight novel, a tragic life experience, a noble origin, a powerful enemy, slowly becoming stronger, seeing a woman with a soft leg, Then I vowed to fight for the chaos..."

"Shut up, Cohen." This time, a man and a woman interrupted Cohen's caliber and speed, all surprisingly consistent.

Cohen once again grievances shut up.

"Look," Rafael turned to Miranda and smiled slyly. "Compared to the greater goals, these things are not worth paying attention to."

"do you understand?"

Miranda looked at Raphael, and his eyes were full of resentment and sorrow: "So, secret?"

Rafael pulled his mouth and nodded.

The two looked at each other quietly.

It seems that only the other party can understand each other.

Until Miranda turned his eyes in pain.

"I just didn't make a joke, it's about the future of the two countries. Tonight, Longyan City will not be calm," Raphael adjusted his clothes and looked up. He looked at the Lingling Palace in the moonlight and changed his smile. : "In fact."

"It has already begun."

The next chapter is in the afternoon, around five o'clock.

PS If you are as aggressive as Cohen in the text.

Don't panic.

(End of this chapter)