Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 67: Chasing

Cohen and Miranda stepped on the snowy concrete ground.

In winter, compared with the fine and regular market style of Yongxing City, the streets of Longxiao City appear random and disorderly. The roads are straight and straight, the roads vary in width and narrow, and the houses on both sides are stacked irregularly. There are sharp icy edges under the eaves, and the signs are piled with snow from time to time. But Cohen felt that although the former was well-organized, it always gave people a sense of icy seriousness, while the latter seemed arbitrary and disorderly, but there was a kind of coordinated order hidden in it.

Especially in the area with seven bends and windings, people in the North are proficiently walking through the streets and alleys. This feeling is especially obvious when working and living.

Kai district is one of the representatives.

The big voice of the Northland accent came from afar in the cold weather, accompanied by hearty laughs and curses from time to time. The men from the North, wrapped in thick winter clothes and carrying loads of goods, hurried back and forth, while the women carried or held baskets, stopping from time to time to talk with people of all colors on both sides. The children ran happily in groups.

This superficially chaotic and self-contained Northland feature makes Cohen feel like he has returned to the great desert, back to the front line of the west, back to the blade tooth sand dune camp, that soldier, prostitute, criminal, scum, thug The chaotic land where desperados, mercenaries, and adventurers gather, the same mess and mess, but without the gloom, hostility, and tyranny of the latter, it’s brighter, more secure, and noisy. The city is quiet and peaceful.

In this regard, Miranda Allende, a native of the North, can only slightly frown. As a serious person accustomed to the end of the Tower and the neatness of the stars, the life style of the compatriots in the North makes her feel particularly uncomfortable.

A group of soldiers from Longxiao City came on the street, and the one headed greeted the civilians around from time to time.

"It's the order officer," Cohen whispered, "There are not many outsiders in the area. We are already very conspicuous. Find a place to hide."

Miranda nodded slightly, turned his heels, and Cohen and Cohen naturally and skillfully turned to an alley between the two houses, cut into these narrow areas, and continued to find their target.

The short career of a police officer has given workaholic Cohen a wealth of experience in patrolling and searching in the city. I saw him skillfully move along the outer wall of the house, looking for possible hiding places from time to time.

Miranda looked at the empty alley in front of her, and listened to the noise of the people in the neighborhood, and frowned, "Where is the place Gu said?"

"It should be nearby," Cohen groaned as he searched, "All we need to do is to confirm which of these houses have..."

At this moment, the two were taken aback at the same time.

Then all turned around.

I saw a frivolous man in the alley where they were.

Slowly walked towards the two.

Cohen was puzzled, Miranda's pupils shrank.

This is a young Northland man with a sad face, a dark complexion, and a dirty robe.

An ordinary poor man in Longxiao City.

The young man seemed to have encountered some setbacks and sadness, just as if he had not seen them, bowed his head and walked towards them with eyes blankly.

In the alley, Cohen and Miranda looked at each other, staggered, and made room for the young poor man in shabby clothes.

The latter passed through them.

The moment I passed the two.

"Hey, you!"

Under Cohen's questioning gaze, Miranda suddenly turned around and stopped the man.

The young poor was taken aback and turned around in confusion.

"Are you going to kill someone secretly?" Miranda squinted slowly.

"What? What to do?" The young man's face was even more puzzled.

Cohen frowned.

Miranda will never aimlessly.

"If it weren't for secretly assassinating," Miranda's eyes flashed brilliantly, she saw her chin and raised her eyebrows: "Then why should I carefully cover the sword on the waist Under the clothes..."

"Do you still pretend to walk normally?"

The young man's expression freezes.

Cohen's breathing suddenly stagnated.

He looked at the other person's waist, but couldn't find a prominent place to prove that this man had a weapon under his robe.

"I don't understand, what do I have with you with my sword..." The young man complained with a look of confusion and dissatisfaction.

But he was quickly interrupted by Miranda.

"Don't pretend," Miranda slowly pressed the hilt of the sword on her waist, her expression serious: "Where I have been for the past five years, I have been with a dozen cross-border spies, scouts, spies and smugglers every day. We deal with each other."

The young man's eyes began to focus.

Cohen moved his steps tacitly, blocking the other side of the young man.

In this narrow alley, blocked front and back, he has nowhere to escape.

"Do you know what these people have in common with you," the daughter of the Allende family shook her head mockingly: "That is because I thought I was good at hiding things."

The young man slowly straightened up, his expression getting colder and colder.

I saw Miranda sighed: "I thought that as long as the eyes were calm and the expression was calm, others would not be able to discover their intentions."

Cohen laughed softly.

Oh my God, Miranda's observational power is definitely more suitable for the job of a police officer than him.

If you try harder, the Kingdom Secret Division is not impossible.

Thinking of Secret Section and Raphael who was in Secret Section, Cohen's mood suddenly sank again.

"Don't be impulsive, sir," the unhappy Cohen put on the hilt and said in a deep voice, "We just want to make sure that something is not suitable for drawing a sword in this alley."

"It's a pity," the young man also sighed regretfully: "If you can give me another second, walk to the most appropriate position..."

The next moment, the battle will begin.

The young man's right elbow popped backwards like an arrow from the string, and with the sound of the wind, it instantly hit Cohen's head!

Cohen's pupils moved.

He didn't retreat but moved forward calmly. With his left hand up, he opened the opponent's elbow with his arm.

"Boom!" It was a dull sound of elbow clashing.

The two trembled at the same time, feeling the tremors of their hand bones.

The blonde police officer's face remained unchanged, and his right hand protruded, ready to grab the back elbow hit by the opponent.

But in the next second, the young man slapped his right hand against Cohen's left arm and pushed it hard. With the force of the latter, he rushed out!

The elbow hit just now was a false move. Cohen's eyes gathered: the opponent's target was Miranda.

The young man flicked towards Miranda.

At the same time, the right leg was kicked violently, attacking the black-haired female swordsman!

The cold-faced Miranda's figure turned in an instant, and his back pressed against the wall of the house.

Release the opponent's fierce offensive.

But her left leg was already hanging in the air, and she lifted it up.

The next moment, Miranda tapped her toes seemingly casually.

But just right, kicked the right leg side of the enemy howling!

The young man looked surprised, and instantly lost his balance.

He swiftly pressed his left hand against the wall to stabilize his body.

But Cohen's heavy punches were already on his back with the sound of the wind in the back of his head.

The young man's muscles trembled, gritted his teeth and turned around.

"Boom!"

Cohen's punch and the young man's right palm intersected in the air!

But Cohen was the one who took the initiative, and he had the obvious advantage. The young man who hurriedly received the punch trembled and took a step back.

On the other side, Miranda's hand knife has hit his neck.

At the moment of the moment, the young man turned around quickly, revealing a sword hilt with a brass weight ball under the robe around his waist.

A force exploded in the young man's body, causing him to burst out amazing joint muscle strength instantly, dodge Miranda's swift hand knife!

The next moment, a short, flexible, half-handed sword was unsheathed in the young man's turn, and in the narrow alley, it struck Cohen vertically from top to bottom.

Cohen's sabre is too long to be used in the back alleys. The guard officer who had no choice but to use a half-out sheathed sword to block the opponent's vertical chopping.

"Clang!"

Cohen's face changed.

A violent wave of deja vu hit the opponent's sword.

Cohen instinctively activates the power of ending.

The brilliance of the stars immediately rose from the guard's body, repelling the violent force.

At the same time, the strength of Cohen's arm muscles increased rapidly, and his long sword trembling violently, shook the opponent's sword.

The enemy seemed surprised at Cohen's calm and decisiveness when facing his power, but he didn't hesitate when he missed a hit, Miranda's footsteps sounded behind him.

In the next second, the enemy jumped up on the spot, pedaling twice on the walls on both sides, turning over Cohen's head, and quickly swept out after landing.

He wants to escape!

Cohen gritted his teeth and turned around, flicking his right arm, shaking off the tingling and numbness caused by the penetration of power.

The police officer started immediately, chasing after the opponent's figure!

"Is it him!" Miranda also ran, following Cohn.

The fleeing young man turned sharply into another, deeper alley.

"Swear with my life!" Cohen followed the figure in front of him, turning too quickly and hit the wall head on.

But the vigilant officer with a strong physique didn't hesitate to get up and follow, and shouted in the Mercedes, "That's the end power!"

"Don't forget the mission!" Miranda at the rear looked cold. She leaped dexterously, her right hand clasped a window edge at the corner, and her body reverberated through the sharp curve like a swing.

She landed, rolled, got up, and ran out, all in one go, reminding her companions in the continuous chase:

"Investigate, not fight! Order officers are still patrolling!"

In the narrow alley, a two-person wall appeared in front of the fleeing young man.

But he seemed to have long expected the terrain. When the distance was still far away, he leaped up quickly, stepping on the left wall first, and then the right wall.

With the help of pedaling back and forth, the young man volleyed over the dirt wall like a spider.

Although Cohn is tall, his speed is comparable to an elite scout. He leaped behind the young man all the way, grabbing his upper arm against the dirt wall.

The flushed Cohen's upper arm muscles slammed into force, like a terrible black-headed giant ape, pulling himself across the dirt wall, turning over to the ground and chasing after him!

"Watch out for the trap!" Miranda followed behind, turning to the right side of the narrow alley, and a rhythmic force rose from her body: "He was there on purpose to wait for us!"

Different from young people who use left and right forces, she is light-weight and leans six steps on a single-sided wall. She leans her body without reducing her speed, but her height rises steadily. Finally, she swept across the earth wall like a flat ground!

"The trap will be chased too!" Cohen frowned in the high-speed chasing, and he gritted his teeth like gold: "Just stop him in advance!"

"Give the back of your head! Safe, low-key and efficient!"

The young man is short, dashing through three upward steps. After passing two stunned Northland residents, he quickly turned into an unmanned alley.

Cohen came in anxiously, stepped up to the third step, and unceremoniously smashed two Northland residents in "Sorry" and squeezed into the alley.

Damn... how can this kid run like this?

"I will hug him!" Cohen felt his physical strength go by, and said loudly: "You go volley!"

Miranda, who had a tacit understanding with Cohen, did not answer, nor did she follow into the alley.

After she stepped on the three steps, the power of the end called "Tianma Music" exploded from her body again, and the whole person jumped up in place.

It's time to take a shortcut.

In the startled eyes of the two Northland residents, Miranda was in mid-air, dexterously grabbing a protruding clothes rail, swung forward lightly, reached out in the air, and grabbed a window edge of three stories high. , With the help of double-leg kicking, quickly climbed to the roof!

Then she kept on running straight towards the two people who were chasing after me in the alley and circling around, stepping on the roof shortcut!

The young man swiftly skimmed out an alley into a clearing between the three houses, and Cohen rushed along with his teeth.

At this moment, Miranda's figure leapt out in the air!

Miranda held the hilt firmly with an expression. She knew that she would fall into the clearing, two meters in front of the young man.

A perfect interception.

But the accident happened.

At a certain moment after jumping off the roof, Miranda shivered all over!

An extremely ominous premonition of danger instantly enveloped her.

Miranda didn't even think about it, the blade was unsheathed instantly, turned around and stretched out, stabbing it backward and downward!

The blade pierced into the roof platform that had just jumped out from behind, and Miranda's castration was stopped again.

In one second, the young man and Cohen both disappeared into another lane.

Miranda hangs on the hilt with one hand, and his lower body swings with inertia. When the feet swing to the highest point, a sharp sword light is cut out from the side!

It can be seen passing Miranda's boots.

Miranda is in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he stopped the castration in time.

Otherwise...

She looked at the harsh sword light, and fell on the clearing ground with its owner after Zhan Kong.

The master of Jianguang, a middle-aged man with short hair and neat hair, slowly got up in the clearing.

Miranda pressed the roof with one hand, drew out the blade, and dropped to the ground.

She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a heavy face.

A master above the super rank... She judged the strength of the enemy in front of her.

"Sword of Disaster." Miranda stood up, taking her breath away, and calmly saying: "We finally meet."

The middle-aged man did not answer.

Just staring at Miranda with the look of a dead person.

"This is a trap you set up specifically?" Miranda carefully observed the opponent, trying to find any available information and intelligence: "But... why are you only two?"

"Is that so confident?"

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly.

"Sword of Disaster? It's not the first time I heard it, but it's so ironic to be called..."

He turned sideways, showing the strange sword in his hand.

That was supposed to be an ordinary long sword, but it was hollowed out at the spine of the sword, and a hollow slot was created out of thin air. Starting from the sword and extending directly to the tip of the sword, it occupies about three times the length of the blade. One part.

Miranda squinted: It is common to dig grooves on the sword. The grooves on the sword are not blood grooves dug for bleeding, but only to reduce weight, so they will be dug from the root of the sword. The sword stopped.

But the middle-aged man’s sword is different in two points: First, his sword digs a completely hollow slot, which will undoubtedly reduce the weight greatly, but it will also bring about a decline in the quality of the sword; The empty slot was dug up from the tip of the sword and stopped in the middle of the sword, indicating that it was extremely likely that it was a blood slot forged for the purpose of bleeding.

To achieve these two points, the swordsmith is also required to have extremely high forging skills. Miranda asked herself that only such superb sword craftsmen can be found in the Tower of End, elves and dwarves.

"You are very good," the middle-aged man looked indifferent, and said in a rough voice: "You can find here all the way from the Star Kingdom."

"It seems that the Tower of End has also improved."

They know we are celestial people?

Miranda is keenly aware of something wrong.

How did we expose?

Is it really like what Caslan said, in the eyes of experts, our origins are invisible?

"So, what are you doing to become a running dog of a certain Archduke Exeter?" Miranda was not in a hurry to take out the sword, but tried to continue to gather intelligence. This was what the flower of the fortress told her. The most important perseverance as a commander: know yourself and your enemy.

"To assassinate the prince of the stars for them? What good is this for you?" Miranda continued to test: "Except for entering the Tower of End, what is your purpose? Exeter's throne? Throne? Or a war between the two?"

"Our purpose?" The middle-aged man's expression is still indifferent and calm: "Throne, war?"

His words showed disdain and sternness: "This short-sighted goal is not qualified to enter our field of vision."

"Even entering the Tower of the Lord's End is nothing but a simple task for us to take advantage of the situation."

Miranda frowned fiercely.

Not for the throne, nor for the war... Then what are they for, lurking in the black sand collar, using the magic gun to assassinate the star prince?

It's not for justice!

"It seems that you have been entrenched here for a long time," Miranda sank in her heart, determined to change the method: "Even the black arms market in Longxiao City, and even the magic gun troops of the black sand collar can infiltrate."

"It has been exposed anyway, why don't you use a few against us?"

"Magic Gun?" The middle-aged man raised his sword gently, not paying attention to Miranda's words: "As a swordsman, you'd better focus on your sword...no matter how strong those weapons are."

Miranda exhaled.

Damn it.

Drip water does not leak.

"Leave the sword, the seed of the Tower of End," the middle-aged man said lightly: "We have five minutes to resolve the battle before the order officer and soldiers arrive."

It seems that there is nothing to ask.

Miranda took a deep breath, turned her wrists, lowered her body, and put her hands down seriously.

Unless.

Capture him alive.

Or.

Kill him.

The two slowly approached, Miranda let go of her senses, and the movement of the Pegasus rose slowly.

To feel the opponent's fighting rhythm. Like countless previous battles, Miranda also told herself this time.

However, in the next second.

The sword light flashes!

Miranda's pupils dilated instantly!

"Wow!"

There is no rhythm at all for her to feel.

Because...

In Miranda's shocked gaze, the middle-aged man's sword instantly crossed the distance of five steps!

Before she reacted.

Just pierced her left chest.

Cohen, who was chasing with all his strength, turned a bend of the wall, only to find that the young man had stopped in the alley ahead and stopped running.

The police officer stepped on the ground, struck the ground three steps, and stopped abruptly.

Cohen held his sword hilt and adjusted his breathing.

"It seems," a smile appeared on the young man's face: "The'seeds' of the Tower of End are not so good either..."

Miranda didn't follow.

Cohen's heart shuddered.

Is she stopped by someone?

Cohen took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

Two battlefields are separated.

"So," Cohen stared at the handsome young man with solemn eyes: "Did you know in advance that we are coming?"

A real super-order.

And...so young.

"Of course," the young man smiled and shook his head comfortably: "Otherwise, do you think you can find us on your own?"

"We want to be'found by you', nothing more."

Cohen frowned.

He touched the hilt around his waist: "Gu, that Far Easterner betrayed us?"

Oops, this **** alley.

Swords are at a disadvantage.

"No, we paid him enough money before." The young man slowly withdrew his hand and half a sword in the alley, "Well, once someone comes to inquire about our existence..."

The young man shrugged, showing a "you know" expression.

"Oh?" Cohen's eyes did not leave the opponent's shoulders and legs, his tone was calm, and his language was calm: "We also paid him."

"Really? That must be the tip you gave," the young man grinned, stepped forward, holding his sword flat: "Not enough."

Cohen gave a sneer and opened his hands.

The terrain is too narrow, and both horizontal and diagonal cutting will be at a disadvantage.

It seems that I have to revisit the "stab sword" that Kuradel, one of the inheritors, taught a long time ago.

I hope I haven't forgotten.

"So, we can be regarded as nearly 40 years," the young man snorted, getting closer and closer to him: "Is the first contact between the heritage of the tower and the tower outside?"

"Of course not," Cohen carefully recalled the battles he had once, remembered the red and black swordsman on Red Square Street, calmly replied: "A month or two ago, I also met a companion of yours in the stars... …He and I are the winners of this honor."

The young man's eyes narrowed, his smile disappeared, and his feet stopped.

"So you are the one who killed Gulaton." He said lightly.

"Not all," Cohen moved carefully: "I only take half of the credit...maybe less than half."

The two eyes collided in the air.

"Do you know?" The young man said with profound meaning: "The Tower of End is the orthodox heir to the Temple of Knights. It is the most dazzling and noble existence in the battle of the end, apart from a few heroes, for the survival of mankind. War. After the war, in order to prevent the magician from making a comeback one day, he has worked hard to maintain the inheritance and development of the power of end for hundreds of years."

"You want to tell me about the history of the End Tower?" Cohen responded with a sneer: "Only you group of betrayers of the End Tower?"

"Betrayal?" The young man shook his head and chuckled.

"As the seed of the End Tower, do you know how we defeated the magician back then?" He looked at Cohen's eyes sharper and sharper: "Those legends will never die or grow old. Will not become weak, will not die out?"

"But they have the biggest weakness. In this weakness, they can't even stand a single blow~IndoMTL.com~ Cohen gradually found the best shot position.

"The warriors holding the legendary anti-magic armed forces, opened the way with the power of the end that can resist the magic, with the will to die..." Cohen's expression was normal and unwavering: "The common people may not know, but The seeds of the End Tower are clear."

"Legendary Anti-Magic Armed Forces? Resistance to the end of magic power? Haha..." The young man laughed, his face suddenly cold: "No, you don't know."

"You are living in the shameless lie of the End Tower, the ordinary end power can't resist the magic power at all," the young man solemnly said: "And the legendary anti-devil armed? You think, before it was invented, In the face of such an immortal existence, what resistance do we rely on and what do we survive?"

"Hmph," Cohen's eyes became sharper. He didn't care about the other party's words at all, but actively locked in every flaw in the enemy: "The last sword of disaster encountered, but you didn't talk so much nonsense. "

The next moment, the young man moved his footsteps, and his half-sword sprang out!

That violent ending power erupted from this young man's body, and the blade of the half-handed sword flashed instantly!

Unexpectedly, I can't feel the sharp teeth of Cohen pointed by Jianfeng.

Does the opponent's ending power change the sword path, obscure perception, or speed up the sword?

Oops!

"Ding!"

At the last moment, Cohen relied on the instinct and intuition he had cultivated on the battlefield to stop this sword.

The half-handed sword is attached to Cohen's saber, only two inches from his throat.

But more terrifying is the opponent's finishing power.

Compared with the swordsman on Red Square Street, this young man's terminating power is as violent as before, but there is an unbearable tingling sensation.

Invade Cohen's sword and arms!

It makes it hard for him to fight.