Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 78: The Death of Washing the Sword
In the alleys of Longxiao City, Kai District, three old acquaintances finally started fighting.
Under the moonlight, Cohen was clutching his innocent nose in pain, looking at the men and women who didn't agree with each other.
He knew that in this special battle, he had no room to intervene-Miranda probably wouldn't let him take action.
Your own nose is proof.
Fortunately, compared to before, Miranda's hands are already under control.
Cohen turned his attention back to the battlefield and saw Miranda's sword cut out first, the blade pointed directly at Raphael's chest!
Raphael's thin-edged sword also came to his left hand in an instant, using offense instead of defense, cutting Miranda's throat straight by being faster than the opponent.
But Miranda seemed to predict the opponent’s next step, the blade naturally changed direction, and it cut to Rafael’s left hand just right in the whirl-from a distance, it was like Raphael took the initiative to pass Out of the left hand, the sword facing her.
Cohen secretly praised from the side: This is Miranda's instinct to practice the "Tianma Movement" all the year round, actively listening, and even controlling the rhythm of the battle, mobilizing the opponent's every move.
Raphael furrowed his brows and quickly drew his sword, forced to retreat.
He knew the horror of his old lover and tried to get out of her fighting rhythm very quickly.
However, Miranda's eyes were ice-like, and she kept up with a sword in good time. When Raphael retracted his right leg, he cut his left leg as the center of gravity, interrupting his retreat and regaining his posture.
Raphael was so embarrassed by this sword that he was forced to stop retreating and confront the sword.
Like just now, Miranda pumped her forearm as if she had measured Raphael's movements, and the wind whistled!
The pupils of Cohen who were watching the game shrank.
In ten seconds, the blades of the two sides did not touch once, did not fight each other, did not fight the sword, but moved back and forth in mid-air, causing ripples in the air.
But Cohen knew that this was an extremely dangerous matchup.
His teacher, Jedi Taffner, once told Cohen, who was not a police officer at the time, that this kind of silent and fast battle scenes often appeared in extreme duels.
The next moment, Cohen watched Miranda's sword at the most appropriate time, avoiding the opponent's block, dodge and counterattack, and instantly slammed it towards Raphael's head!
"His..."
The sound of the blade tearing the air came.
At that moment, Raphael's dark red eyes flashed a different look.
There was a slight tremor visible to the naked eye in his left arm, and then, the thin-bladed sword danced out of shadow in the moonlight!
"Ding!"
The swords of the two finally fought for the first time, and there was a sharp vibration in the air that tortured ears!
Cohen frowned fiercely, resisting the urge to cover his ears.
Raphael gritted his teeth and took three steps back!
Miranda stood there, shaking her body.
The scene fell silent for a while.
Miranda shook her wrist blankly, and a few hairs fell from her blade.
Raphael panted slightly and stroked his right forehead.
A **** scar has appeared on his temple.
Cohen sighed without surprise.
Sure enough.
Miranda is still the strongest.
"Speaking of sharp observation, grasping the timing and rhythm of the battle," Raphael rubbed the blood on his hands, shook his head and sighed in a helpless smile:
"You are still that great, Miranda."
Cohen coughed next to him and carefully observed Miranda's face: "So, Raphael, this is the end of our discussion today... It's been so long..."
Miranda still doesn't know the power of Raphael's ending.
However, if they continue to fight, Miranda, who is very observant...
The battle must be stopped.
But at this moment, the voice that made the two men tremble slightly came from the field.
"Raphael..."
"Where is your'Sword Washing'?"
Cohen was slightly startled.
Raphael lowered his head.
Only listening to Miranda's voice, she was shaking slightly in disbelief: "The kind of terminating power that uses offense instead of defense and Jedi counterattack..."
"For more than ten years, only you have awakened the power of ending..."
"The kind of ending power that can break the rhythm monopoly of the'Tianma Music'..."
"Why is it missing?"
Cohen closed his eyes in pain.
Oops.
She found out.
Miranda suddenly raised her head, her cold expression in the moonlight, adding a bit of incredible panic.
"This is not the rhythm of the sword washing, or even the rhythm of your accustomed swordsmanship!" The female swordsman slowly said: "Although my hands...but I can feel the cold temperature, just hidden in What you have"
"It's another force..."
"What is that..."
"Raphael Lindbergh?"
Miranda's eyes were like two blades, piercing Raphael who said nothing.
Cohen slapped himself on the forehead extremely annoyed.
The three were silent for a few seconds, until Raphael spoke gently and easily.
"This is the'Prayer of the Dead'. To be honest, it's not much different from the Swordsmanship," the white-clothed youth sneered, his voice still brisk: "Strive for a ray of life in the slightest, and seek from danger The victory is played to the limit... the style is very similar-I thought you couldn't feel it with your hands."
"Just like'Touch of Greed' is the Sword of Disaster version of'Bright of the Stars'," Miranda frowned, with a trace of anxiety, and keenly asked: "The so-called'Prayer of the Dead' , Is also another version of "Sword Washing"?"
Her eyes are full of unspeakable complex sentiment, and she will die on Raphael:
"The kind of Sword of Disaster—the power of ending violence?"
Cohen was really stunned.
It seems that Miranda has collected a lot of information about Sword of Disaster in just a short time.
And myself... Cohen suddenly blushed when he thought of the young man who ran away.
"It seems that Clay guy talked too much to you," Raphael narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Even if it’s an unruly inheritance from the tower, he is a close The swordsman of the realm, how can there be so many words."
Unexpectedly, Miranda laughed suddenly.
Cohen was taken aback, Raphael raised his eyebrows.
"Is this why you are hiding from me, Cohen?" In the laughter, Miranda used her slightly hoarse voice and said to Cohen without looking back: "End the tower's five-year selection. 'Seed', one of the candidates for the ultimate inheritor...Raphael Lindbergh."
"Against the sword of disaster?"
The questioned Cohen closed his eyes tightly.
Raphael was silent.
The guard opened his mouth and hesitated, but he hesitated when the words reached his mouth, his mouth closed.
After all, he lowered his head and turned the words into a sigh.
The next second, Miranda's figure flashed, and her sword struck out again like a shock.
This time, her sword didn't attack Raphael's vitals, but went straight to the blade of Raphael's left hand!
Cohen showed a look of doubt-to attack the enemy's weapon, this is not a normal combat strategy.
But what surprised him even more was that Rafael, who had been smiling all the time, changed his face greatly because of this innocent sword!
"Clang!"
The two swords collided for the second time, but there was no follow-up-Miranda's sword retreated as soon as it touched.
Miranda stared straight at Raphael, intently, as if forgetting everything around him.
Raphael looked at Miranda with a pale face, as if he had been hit by the most critical point.
Only Cohen touched his head and looked at the field with a puzzled look: Strange, this sword clearly didn't hurt anything?
Why the two people react so strangely?
Immediately, Miranda's voice came.
"The sorrow of the sword has disappeared...Is that the reason?" Aarond's daughter, at this time, her voice trembled slightly unexpectedly: "Three years? Three years?"
"Is this the reason?"
A young man in white, Raphael stared at Miranda in a daze.
The expression is complicated.
Mila.
She still found out.
The first meeting in three years.
She found out.
He lowered his eyes.
In the next second, the female swordsman raised her head suddenly, and exclaimed emotionally: "Raphael, you arrogant idiot!"
Raphael did not speak, but looked at her calmly.
Cohen looked at Miranda, who seemed a little out of control, in shock.
This is...
What's wrong?
I was not a "strong and independent" strong woman just now, why did she become a "distressed" ex-girlfriend in a while?
The next moment, the female swordsman turned around, pierced into the wall beside her with a fierce sword!
"Shit!"
Raphael let out a long sigh.
Miranda with a gloomy expression let go, letting the hilt tremble in the air.
"He, I curse him..." Miranda turned her head, gritted her teeth, expression of grief and anger, and sneered in anger:
"He deserves it!"
"Deserve it!"
The female swordsman roared.
Raphael gently retracted his sword into its sheath.
"Don't do this, Mira." The young man in white shook his head and said softly, "It's not worth it."
Cohen opened his mouth wide.
He was almost driven crazy by the situation before him.
What is going on with these two people?
Cracked, then stopped?
Starting to play dumb riddles with crying?
Will the sword wash? Arrogant idiot? Deserve it? not worth it?
He—Cohen Karabyan, the second-level security officer and the city defense patrol captain of the West City Security Department of Yongxing City, is in a mess at the moment.
Can’t understand at all!
"I said," Cohen scratched his head in pain, and he interjected as he approached the two of them, "Can anyone explain to me what the situation is? Miranda, although Raphael is on him There is a sword of disaster...but you don't have to be so excited..."
The next moment, Miranda and Raphael raised their heads together and glared.
"Shut up, Cohen!" This is Miranda with an angry face.
"Don't be now, Cohen!" This was Raphael with an icy face.
Cohen, who was interrupted by the two at the same time, stopped in midair with his mouth half open.
He glared at innocent and bewildered eyes, raised his hands, accompanied the smiling face, nodded and stepped back.
Okay, you talk, you talk.
The security officer who was completely out of the situation silently slandered in his heart: People like me with insufficient IQ will not participate.
Damn couple stall.
When Cohen interrupted, the three of them were silent for a while.
Two of them were immersed in complex and subtle emotions, while the third sighed boredly.
"So," Miranda adjusted her mood, lowered her head and sneered: "Sword Washing, I can't come back, right?"
Just like you?
Raphael understood what she meant.
He sighed lightly, his eyes complicated.
"The death of washing the sword originated from the war of the kings," the young man in white shook his head with emotion: "A brave and loyal knight who was betrayed by his loyal lord, died. Name cracked."
"The son of the great knight escaped the siege. He washed the blood from his father's sword by the river, determined to take revenge," Raphael said lightly: "Many years have passed since he joined the enemy country and became a knight. "
"After years of cruel battles with blood and corpses all over the field, the new knight took the army of the new king and finally slammed into the tyrant’s castle, slashing the enemy."
"But this doesn't bring him satisfaction. There is only emptiness and sorrow on the road where the fire of vengeance has burned."
"When facing a princess left by his enemy, seeing the fear and hatred in the other's eyes, the knight's heart softened and he suddenly awakened." Raphael lowered his head with dim eyes and continued to whisper. : "'What's the point of this?' He said so."
"Old hatred can be repaid~IndoMTL.com~New hatred is born again, the grievances of the kings are endless, death and hatred are both external and internal, blooming together, tragedy has never disappeared, and the emptiness has not bottomed out." /
Miranda listened to Raphael's story quietly, while Cohen scratched his scalp in pain—he was fed up with these two people.
"So, the knight held the princess and walked 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's fear."
"There, the knight swore an oath that he would end this troubled world that breeds hatred and death."
"In the future, his extraordinary power will be called-Sword Washing Death."
The story of Raphael is over.
Miranda stood silently.
"Ha," Cohen smiled dryly, and wanted to advance the progress of the mission: "It sounds like a third-rate knight novel, a tragic background, a noble background, a powerful enemy, and slowly become stronger. With weak legs, I swore to fight for hegemony in troubled times..."
"Shut up, Cohen." This time, a man and a woman interrupted Cohen in a surprisingly consistent calibre and speed.
Cohen shut up again aggrieved.
"Look," Raphael turned to Miranda, chuckling obscurely: "Compared with greater goals, these things are not worth paying attention to."
"Do you understand?"
Miranda looked at Raphael with resentment and sadness in her eyes: "So, Secret Science?"
Raphael twitched at the corner of his mouth and nodded.
The two looked at each other quietly.
It seems that only the other party can understand each other.
Until Miranda looked away with a sad expression.
"I was not joking just now. It is about the future of the two countries. Tonight, Longxiao City will not be peaceful." Raphael adjusted his clothes, raised his head, and looked at the moonlight, the Palace of Heroes in the distance Put on a smile: "In fact."
"It's already started."