Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 72: numb hands

It's so cold.

Where is mother?

Where is Aunt Fenner?

They will be back.

She thought blankly, shivering in the snow, as the cold wind blew across her bare face and neck, causing pain like a knife cut.

I almost lose consciousness in my hands and feet.

What about younger brother and sister? Where's Uncle Enzel?

She kind of missed the hot pie made by Talia...even though she hated the garlic cubes on it every time.

She walked past a man lying in the snow.

The man slept very well, curled up and motionless, but his happiest smile appeared on his face.

I didn't even know that the eyebrows and hair were covered with ice crystals.

This is a ‘laughing man’—she told herself.

Yesterday, especially when she tried to help them remove the ice crystals on their faces, Uncle Enzel smiled and told her: They are "laughing people", and they like to sleep in the wild in the winter with a smile, until spring Will wake up-good girls can't bother them, it's best not to approach them.

The obedient she continued to move forward.

The skirt was a bit torn, and she was very upset... This was the skirt that Aunt Li Xiya gave her before leaving for the royal capital.

She walked past the second "laughing man".

This "laughing man" seems to be a sister who is the same age as the maid Talia, but she is dressed so little, leaning against the rock with a grin, and holding a baby in her arms.

But the baby didn't smile, just closed his small eyes and mouth tightly, motionless.

It makes her very unhappy.

Why don't you laugh?

People in the North should all smile, right?

This is what Uncle Nolan Nur told her.

Beside the stables in the winter castle, when leaving with the other two uncles, Nolan Nuer laughed and hugged himself into his arms as before, and then continued to use stubble in her dissatisfaction and protest Pierced her face.

Okay, Nolan Nur-she thought of her youngest uncle in confusion, she couldn't help but **** her mouth.

If you appear now...

I just...forgive your beard compassionately.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth... so many, many, unclear...

Laughing people.

At this moment, someone who was not a "laughing man" finally appeared before him.

She raised her head blankly, and looked at the strange boy ahead.

The scruffy boy lay next to the other "laughing man", rummaging for something.

The boy noticed her approach and raised his head like a beast.

His eyes are dark red, so scary.

"Get out!"

The boy subconsciously guarded the things in his arms, staring at her viciously, with alert and fierce voice in his voice: "I found this first! Everything belongs to me!"

"Get out! Get away!"

She took a weak breath, feeling the wind blown her face hurt.

So fierce.

She pouted.

There is a blur in front of my eyes.

The icy coldness poured down her nose, nose and trachea into her lungs, causing her heart to spasm again.

She walked to the boy.

"Little biaozi, if you dare to go one step further," the boy who was also shivering in the cold opened his mouth fiercely and showed his teeth: "I will bite you alive!"

She ignored the other person.

But her consciousness became more and more numb.

The vision is getting bleak.

But she was still step by step, dragging her staggering steps forward, relying on sight rather than touch under her feet to confirm the existence of the ground-she almost couldn't feel her numb limbs for a long time.

The boy crawled down and let out a beastly growl, as if preparing for the attack.

She looked at the fierce-looking boy and took a deep breath, her lungs trembling again with the cold air.

She continued to move forward.

The vigilance on the boy's face turned into hateful murder.

His right hand appeared from behind, holding a long awl full of rust.

Mother said, to strangers...

The boy howled angrily and threw the weak her to the ground.

For strangers...

She twitched 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 pulled an ugly arc from the corner of her mouth.

I want to smile.

People in the North should all smile, right?

The next moment, Miranda Allende, the chief of the Ending Swordsman'Seed', suddenly opened his eyes in the alleys of Longxiao City!

A sword with an empty slot has pierced her breastplate and pierced her left chest.

The sword's edge is an inch into the flesh.

Stop in front of the beating heart.

But he didn't advance even an inch.

The middle-aged man of Sword of Disaster frowned.

He looked at Miranda's blade, which happened to be stuck on his saber, and pierced into the empty slot from the tip of the blade to the sword, against his strange sword.

Block it from piercing the heart of the female swordsman.

Just now, at the very deadly moment, Miranda took out the sword decisively and inserted the blade into the empty slot of the enemy sword.

It's like a carpenter inserting a wedge into an empty slot in the wood while working.

Miranda wore black gloved hands, firmly grasping on the hilt of her cross sword, cold sweat that coexisted with pain and trembling on her head, stalemate with the enemy.

What a quick sword.

And... the feeling of inevitable, is his power of ending?

"It's really good," the middle-aged man exhaled slightly, showing an expression of approval: "Reactions, observations, and temperament are rare and outstanding. It is rare to be so young... My student is very smart but lacks exercise. And experience, it will take him at least five years to catch up to your level."

"But from the beginning, you have been on the verge of desperation..." The middle-aged man had a cold tone, and the sword that pierced Miranda's chest suddenly exerted force and stabled forward.

Under his power, the two swords embedded in each other were slightly deformed, and they groaned in the air that was peculiar to metal force.

The pain came from my heart.

Miranda's face is slightly distorted.

As long as the tip of the sword goes one inch deeper, it will reach the blood tank.

The female swordsman gritted her teeth and held her breath, trying to eliminate the dual effects of severe pain and psychological worry.

Listening to the enemy's rhythm and feeling the enemy's beat, she forced herself into the state.

The first sword was suppressed under absolute disadvantage-she must find a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Miranda resisted the enemy's sword firmly, opened her eyes wide, and watched the still enemy in the sunset.

The middle-aged man sighed: "You know, I didn't want to use this."

"But for the moment, it seems that pure swordsmanship and sword speed can't take you right away... It's only four minutes since the patrol team arrived."

The next moment, the middle-aged enemy showed a painful and unbearable expression.

The ferocious ending power oozes out of his arm muscles and intrudes into the two swords that they are competing against!

Miranda's face changed.

This is... the violent and crazy end power that Cohen said?

The middle-aged man's arm trembled, as if he released a fierce beast that chose someone to eat, and the explosive power rose from his sword!

The two swords groaned in the accelerated shaking at the same time, like two overwhelmed patients.

Miranda felt the blade pierced into her body begin to tremble, and pierced her heart further!

Oops.

The next moment.

"Shit!"

Blood splattered.

Miranda's left hand covered her chest in pain.

But it's not over yet.

"Qiang!"

The two swords fought in the friction, bursting out of sparks, and separated from each other in the air.

The sword light of the middle-aged man disappeared in the air.

It suddenly appeared like a star in the night sky!

To hit the injured Miranda.

The female swordsman raised the trembling sword and subconsciously swung it into the air!

"Clang! Clang!"

Less than a second after separating, the two swords collided in midair again!

Miranda's sword blocked the enemy's attack twice.

The two took a step back at the same time.

Miranda leaned against the wall behind her pale and stared at the middle-aged man.

"May you die peacefully, swordsman." The middle-aged man sighed, shaking the blood from his sword.

But the expression of the middle-aged man suddenly froze.

He noticed the blood on his sword.

It was just a small amount of blood.

How is it possible?

Obviously it should have pierced her heart...

But she...

The right person? Or is it equipped with protection that can resist the power of ending? Dwarf's refined bitumen board? The Seiko Silver Mail of the Elf Royal Family? Silica gel?

The middle-aged man raised his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda who was weak against the wall.

"That strange ending power didn't work, did it?"

The female swordsman took a deep breath and removed the left hand covering her chest.

A long scar stretched from Miranda's heart to his shoulders, but it only pierced the light armor and bleeds slightly.

The middle-aged man showed a surprised look.

According to the original plan, his terminating power like a wild beast will invade the enemy's body, destroy the tissues in the body, delay the opponent's action, and even swallow and destroy her terminating power like a natural enemy.

Then, at the point where the opponent couldn't move or was in pain, the blade he spurred by the power of termination should have pierced directly into Miranda's heart, maybe not deep, but bleeding enough.

Next, he will attack with terrible sword speed and mobilize the blood of the enemy. 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 complete 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 offensive, your hand has been very stable, and the sword is also very smooth, so it blocked my stabbing, so to speak," a few seconds later, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hand. He seemed to have figured it out, his eyes were full of surprise: "It's impossible..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "You...you are not affected by the'greedy touch'!"

Miranda took a deep breath and resumed the sword pose.

"'The Touch of Greed"? This is the name of your power of ending? It's really an offensive name." Miranda said coldly:

"My companion told me that feeling, the crazy power of ending, for the purpose of invasion, destruction, and destruction." She raised her sword and pointed it at her opponent: "Ordinary Terminator Swordsmen must be all right. This terrible ending power is helpless."

"But, once you encounter this kind of power failure...what should you do?"

The middle-aged man did not speak.

It was his lightning-fast sword that answered instead of him!

The empty sword whizzed in the air and hit the female swordsman's throat.

Miranda, who had been prepared for a long time, slammed, turning her wrist, and the power of ending emerged, supporting the strength of her hand, welcoming the middle-aged person.

"Clang! Huh!"

Two sparks came out violently!

The two exchanged two sword strokes instantly.

The two figures alternated between flashing, and after the last sword, they instantly opened up a distance of five steps.

Miranda pulled away, feeling the trembling of the cross sword, calmly thinking about the characteristics of the enemy.

"I just scored eight swords."

"You only stopped two swords and hit one," the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's torn left leg, calmly said: "Your swordsmanship is ordinary, and you can't keep up with my sword at all. Speed, the body looks agile, but in fact it is just light-the footsteps are occasionally misplaced in the dodge."

"What's even stranger is that your sword will tremble slightly when fighting, so that it affects your sword style... This should be a mistake made by beginners."

"Except for the amazing interception at the beginning, your sword is useless at all." The middle-aged man shook his head: "This habit and ability to use swords... You should have died ten thousand times. How did you survive? Now?"

Miranda did not speak, just staring at the middle-aged man.

The next moment, her enemy suddenly smiled: "But in the eight swords just now, you were just right every time, or you were lucky to dodge, or you passed the deadliest five swords."

"At the most delicate timing, counterattack with a sword," the middle-aged man looked at his cut left upper arm, frowned and sighed: "It's still successful."

Miranda finally frowned.

"There is only one explanation," the middle-aged man moved slightly, and Miranda's sword slowly followed his position.

"What you use to fight is not the exquisite sword style and quick pace, but your observation and feeling," the middle-aged man's pupils tightened slightly: "It is to recognize the enemy's rhythm and the timing of the sword: No matter how crude swordsmanship and no matter how simple sword moves, as long as they appear in the most appropriate position at the most appropriate time, they can be turned into the most subtle blow."

Miranda exhaled from the bottom of her heart: He found it.

"What you have trained is the four primitive end powers known for punctuality and rhythm control-Tianma movement." The middle-aged man sighed deeply: "It's a long-lost heritage in the tower."

"And you are not afraid of the reason for the ‘greedy touch’," he raised his head, his eyes forced: "I guessed it too."

Miranda was startled slightly.

The eyes of the middle-aged man focused on Miranda's black gloved hands:

"It's your hand, right."

Miranda looked incredible.

Never mind the movement of Tianma, but, actually...he even discovered it.

Miranda clenched the sword.

"Yes," Miranda snorted, raised her head and admitted generously: "My hand was severely frostbited a long time ago."

A white snow appeared before her eyes.

"When I recover, I lose most of the sense of touch and pain." Miranda said lightly, seeming to say something that has nothing to do with herself:

"I can neither practice nor use the most subtle and inscrutable swordsmanship. At the beginning, I couldn't even lift a teacup."

"And your aggressive ending power, facing my hands that have been numb for many years," Miranda slowly raised the sword, hands trembling slightly with naked eyes: "What can you do? "

Silence.

Soon, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hands with shock in his eyes.

The hands...

The hands holding the sword...

Actually...

No pain, no touch?

The middle-aged man looked at Miranda's eyes, already full of pity.

And admiration.

"A pair of hands without touch can hold a sword?" He said slowly, but his voice was full of admiration.

"So, you have been taught the Tenma Movement. Of course, this is also the best ending force for you." The middle-aged man nodded, his eyes filled with affirmation and excitement: "Abandon the feeling in your hand, ignore the specific Sword moves, instead follow the rhythm of the battle, and entrust 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 in a daze.

"Please forgive my previous disrespect," the middle-aged man put his sword back behind him, bowed respectfully to Miranda with the most standard swordsman ancient salute: "You are a swordsman worth admiring..."

"In Lower Sarand Clay, as the sword of the end passed down outside the tower, it is really my honor to fight with you."

Miranda also put away the sword, and replied blankly:

"Miranda Allende, the head of'Seeds' in Tower of End 134... Given what you did to the right hand of a friend of mine, please forgive me, it’s hard to say,'It’s mine to fight you. Honored'."

Kray smiled slightly: "Right hand, right?"

The two straightened up, and the saber reappeared beside them.

The next moment, the two figures approached again!

"Clang! Clang!"

Cray's fast sword and Miranda's ingenious figure move back and forth on this small ground!

In ten seconds, Miranda evaded the enemy's deadly four swords again and counterattacked at the most critical moment.

Blood flowed out of Miranda's right waist, ear side and Kray's left forearm.

"It's really impressive," Kray opened the distance between the two and sighed: "In time, you will be able to reach the extreme."

Miranda nodded, accepting the other's approval.

No matter how fast you are-Miranda thought secretly: You can't omit the sword process. With the process, there will be a rhythm of high and low, moving and quiet.

There will be holes that can be grasped and broken.

"And I can see it too," Miranda carefully observed the enemy while pulling away, and said lightly: "What you call the'touch of greed,' that kind of unending, continuous riot characteristic ……"

The middle-aged Clay was taken aback.

Miranda showed a certain look:

"It's the'Stars'!"

In Cray's surprised eyes, Miranda confidently said: "Sorry, I am so familiar with this kind of ending power..."

The scene in the Tower of End appeared before her eyes, and there was a figure of Cohen crying and crying while holding her swollen arm.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"I really admire your power of observation, but not at all," Clay shook his head and smiled lightly:

"The'Touch of Greed' is not the'Bright of the Stars'," In Miranda's strange eyes, Kray took the sword back to his waist: "If you have to say it, it is outside the tower of the'Bright of the Stars' Enhanced version."

Enhanced version?

Does it mean that violent trait?

So...The end power of the Sword of Disaster is based on the original end power...

"There are thirty seconds left," Clay sighed: "Forget it, time is not enough."

Miranda looked at him in surprise.

"There will be a period later," Clay nodded lightly: "The chief with numb hands."

Miranda gritted her teeth and made two steps: "Wait!"

Cray turned around and punched the dirt wall next to him!

"Boom!"

His figure disappeared from Miranda's vision in the dust.

At this moment, the voice of the patrol team came from outside the alley: "Just around here...I suspect someone is chasing for no reason, illegal fighting! What was that sound just now?"

Miranda, who was coughing from the dust, punched the wall unwillingly, retracted the sword and left.

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"Ding!"

When Cohen's sword was about to pierce the young man's throat~IndoMTL.com~ a sword that came from across the air, opened the police officer's stabbing sword with a blank space.

Cohen turned hurriedly to face the newcomer with his back to the sunset.

But the newcomer's sword attracted all Cohen's eyes.

It was a sword with a medium length but a very thin blade and a black ball on the hilt.

A round hole was drilled in the guard of the sword, just for the user to buckle his index finger.

Cohen's pupils shrank!

He recognizes this sword.

He is so familiar with this sword.

Too familiar...the master of this sword.

"Aren't you getting out?" The newcomer spoke with a bright voice, and said calmly to the young man with the sword of disaster: "Go to your teacher."

The wounded young man climbed up embarrassedly and limped into the alley.

But Cohen ignored it.

He stared roundly at the newcomer in disbelief.

From the moment he saw this person, he didn't want to care about anything else.

"Why are you here?" Cohen swallowed hard and asked in the most incredibly surprised tone.

"And what are you...what are you doing?" Cohen's eyebrows struggled, looking at the newcomer before him.

"What are you doing?" The newcomer snorted, moved his steps, and moved closer to him.

"Before you idiots mess up everything," the newcomer was in the dark, revealing a pair of dark red eyes, and said lightly: "Come and stop you."

"Or..."

The newcomer stepped out of the shadow of the alley.

"Kill you guys?"

Cohen’s former classmate, an active member of the Kingdom’s Secret Division—Raphael Lindbergh, holding a sword in his left hand, blinking a pair of dark red eyes, looked at his former friend, Cohen with a smile. Officer Karabyan.