Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 71: Spurs

The sunset is slanting, and the sky in Longxiao City has begun to darken.

But in this narrow alley, metal collision sounds alternately, and continuous flashing sparks illuminate the two in the fight!

"Clang!"

Cohen gritted his teeth, raised his sword obliquely, using his instinct to resist the opponent's slash again dangerously and dangerously.

No way!

I can't feel the direction of the opponent's attack when he uses the sword.

Go on like this.

To lose.

Cohen took a deep breath, and then took two steps back to widen the distance from the enemy.

So far, the guard and the enemy's swords have fought six times.

Cohen stared at the enemy's half-sword intently, thinking about the effect of the opponent's ending power to cover up the attack.

But this is not the thing that worries him the most.

The right hand of the vigilante kept trembling, and the brilliance of the stars glowed with silver light on his skin, trying to resolve the violent ending force that invaded his arm during the fierce battle.

It's terrible.

It's the same as the previous encounter: that kind of ending power will actually be transmitted through the strength of the sword by itself.

Unexpectedly, invade, penetrate, and destroy all human tissues that can host the power of ending.

Cohen tightened the muscles of his right arm, his face like ice.

"A good saber, but unfortunately it's not suitable for this kind of terrain." The young man looked at Cohen's silver saber with black handle and smiled happily in the narrow alley: "Is there a name?"

The young man is very confident: the narrow alley restricts Cohen's saber, and his half-sword is flexible and unobstructed, coupled with his terrifying power of ending-the young man grinded his teeth gently.

In this battle, whether it is environment, strategy, power, or skill, he has the upper hand.

And this is the seed of the End Tower?

The young man looked at Cohen in front of him, smiled and shook his head in his heart.

"Cohen Karabyan." Cohen answered coldly.

Like the Gulaton on Red Square Street, the end power of the young man in front of him is also full of suffocating violence. In addition, he is still in the sword, giving the police officer a real needle. Tingling.

This seriously affected Cohen's actions.

So, violence and frenzy are common characteristics, and the tingling sensation and the ability to cover direction are the personal attributes of the power of ending?

In that case... Cohen sighed and clenched his fists.

"Oh, I didn't ask for your name," the young man squinted, and pointed the sword between Cohen's eyes: "I am asking, your name for the sword."

My spoils.

Under the gaze of the young man, Cohen exhaled, holding up the blade with his left hand, and said helplessly: "Did you just ask about this sword? Oh, this is a family heirloom, as for the name..."

Cohen's face was solemn.

"It will tell you!"

In the next instant, the silver saber has pierced the young man's eyes!

This is Cohen's first proactive attack after two rounds of defense: a dangerous stab.

The young man expelled the doubts from his mind and shook his arm confidently. The power of ending that almost merged with him surged up with a needle-like violence. In the wonderful feeling of pain and refreshment, he greeted Cohen with half a sword in his hand.

There is a smile on his face.

He knows that the power of the end he possesses far exceeds those of the so-called end swordsmen who are still old-fashioned—whether it is a trainee walking back and forth in the tower of the end, or the power of immersing in this way for many years Swordsman.

Its destructive power and amplification power—young people feel the pain caused by power wandering through their bodies—hardly anyone can imagine, especially when it is like a tyrannical beast, rushing into opponents and rampaging.

The outcome will be determined at that time.

But the young man's face suddenly stiffened.

He realized that his opponent was different this time!

"Ding!"

I saw Cohen's long sword point on the half sword of the young enemy.

But there is no intention of half-pointing a sword, a sword, a sword, or a lock blade.

The young man frowned, and Cohen's next sword struck again.

A stab again!

The young man opened the stabbing sword toward his lower abdomen, and watched in disbelief as Cohen opened his hand half-sword lightly again, without thinking about the sword or fighting.

This guy... the young man gritted his teeth in surprise: What's the matter?

Damn it!

"Come on!"

The suppressed young man roared, the power of the violent ending in his body exploded to the highest level, and Cohen suddenly felt a faint tingling on his skin: "Are you afraid to fight with me?"

But the latter did not panic or excite.

He just continued to calmly display one after another...

Stab!

"Do you think you can interfere with your opponent with the unexpected ending power?" Cohen made another stab while speaking coldly!

The frightened young man twirled the blade and tried to hang Cohen's saber with the "sword lock" in the ending sword style.

But the guard's blade is quick to stop.

No chance for the enemy to fight swords at all.

One second is owed!

"Rely on the power of ending--this is your tactic?" Cohen calmly said to interfere with the opponent, and hurriedly followed up: "I said, you are not the first disaster sword I encountered!"

"For the sword of disaster again, for the violent ending power...When I was recuperating, I had made thousands of estimates, thoughts and exercises!"

"The destructive effect of the power of the end also takes time. It is transmitted through contact!" Cohen said coldly: "For example, swords and swords?"

The young man looked at Cohen in shock.

In the next second, Cohen, who had retracted Jianfeng's face, moved his feet quickly!

"Compared to Gulaton, compared to your predecessor who has gone through life and death on the battlefield..."

Cohen roared, another stab shot!

"You are still far behind!"

Young people are unavoidable, they can only step back and block at the same time.

"His..." A slight, short, metallic slippery sound, fleeting!

The young man fends off Cohen’s sword, looking embarrassedly as it pierces his left ear with a sharp wind, and then watches the enemy’s blade avoiding the sword and fighting again, like Soaring away like a proud falcon.

Waiting for the next thrust!

"As for using the terrain to suppress my long saber?" Cohen's voice sounded particularly hateful to young people: "It's a naive tactic."

"One stab will be solved."

"Simple, direct and effective."

The narrow alleys certainly restricted Cohen’s saber and sword skills, but also prevented the young man from showing his flexible posture. In the face of the straight spurs that usually evade, the young man can only raise his sword again and again. Intercept and resist.

It's not that the young man never thought of giving up defense, pressing his whole body on the offense, and forcing Cohen to confront him with the sword. The problem is that his hand half sword is shorter than Cohen's saber!

If you forcibly press on, you may be pierced by Cohen with a sword before you can kill.

The hand-half sword, which is more suitable for swinging in narrow alleys, instantly becomes the shortcoming of young people.

Damn it.

The young man looked at the opponent's stabbing sword unwillingly: I... actually became a disadvantaged side of passive defense?

The dominant and unrelenting Cohen leaned sideways calmly, with his right foot in front, and hurriedly followed up, his wrists twirled, and his sword style never stopped.

Another stab!

The young people retreated in a panic.

I'm so lucky.

Cohen chuckled in his heart: In this kind of narrow alley, when you can't slash or cross sword... Teacher Kuradel, fortunately, you haven't forgotten your swordsmanship.

One of the eight inheritors of the Tower of End, from the Thorns, the "stab sword" specializing in Stink Kuradel from the Kingdom of Allenbia.

Swordsmanship originated from the elegant duel of Southern knights holding light swords in the final empire. This kind of fencing skill, with tentative steps and a fatal blow as the key, was once popular in the south-even if it was once ridiculed by many generals and knights as the "maiden's sword".

Now, Cohen abandoned the general sword style in the long narrow alleys, and switched to "stab swordsmanship", turning the disadvantage of the length of the saber into an advantage, avoiding fighting the sword, and sealing the enemy with the end The power may have the upper hand.

In the next stab, the young man struggled to move, finally relying on a protruding window to avoid Cohen's offensive.

"Each end force is different," Cohen closed his sword again, calmly walked through the window that was obviously lengthened by his master, and stared at the enemy firmly: "The same end force is also due to People are different, in different people, there will be different subtle changes..."

The young man looked at the narrow and narrow alleys on the left and right, and at the exit that was still far away, feeling anxious.

"I don't know what effect your power of ending has. It can actually cover up the direction of the sword in a fierce fight." The guard hummed, "but you must have heard of my power of ending..."

Cohen grinned, and smiled what he thought was the most handsome smile:

"The brilliance of the stars!"

The young man's face changed.

The brilliance of the stars.

The four great primitives...no, the power of ending?

The next moment, Cohen roared forward, and star-blue gleams shone from the skin of his arm.

The saber in the guard's hand was pierced continuously, without stopping!

The young man gritted his teeth and turned his wrists as far as possible, trying to resist the endless spurs with fan-shaped covering sword styles!

Damn it!

He must be one of the eight seeds of a certain term in the Tower of End.

The young existence who bears the future inheritance hope of the Tower of End!

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The fleeting prickling sounded like rain, and it was endless.

"The brilliance of my stars can balance the rhythm and regularity between movement and silence, breath and line," in the endless thrusts, Cohen bullied himself up, and he was clearly in a high-speed attack. The words are surprisingly coherent, as if there is no need to change their breath: "Like the bright stars in the night sky, shining one after another, one after another!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sword light pulsates, stabs and closes, and is consistent with each other.

The young man frowned tightly, only to retreat in the countless tremors of the sword in his hand!

"It seems to be irregular, there seems to be something if there is nothing..." Cohen pressed harder, his words heard in the ears of young people, as deadly as a ferry bell in the prison river, "In fact, it is continuous, never Stop!"

Cohen's expression remained unchanged, and he opened the young man's sword, and in the other's surprised eyes, he stabbed the next most threatening sword without any rest!

"Shit!"

In the young man's roar, his left shoulder finally dazzled.

Affected by his unstable movements, he instantly hit another sword on his right side!

Then the left leg, right elbow, and neck side!

During Cohen's continuous offensive, ~IndoMTL.com~ the young man painfully retreated six steps in the blood, struggling to get away.

The young man with his wounds panted, with an unbelievable look on his face, staring at Cohen who was walking in front of him.

"This is my power of ending."

"Compared with your despicable, riot, destructive, meaningless force..."

"The brilliance of the stars is like another sword of mine, fusing into the deepest part of my body, making my movements blend into one, without stopping," Cohen sighed: "So as to release the most dazzling infinite offensive ."

The young man supported the ground with his sword, watching Cohen approaching desperately.

"You ended Kroaishi, and ended the career of a'seed' with swords," Cohen said lightly: "It's time to pay the price."

He raised his sword at the enemy blankly.

But the young man covered in blood laughed.

"Do you think you won like this?" The young man's grinning smile appeared in front of Cohen's eyes: "At this point in time, my teacher has already treated your companion..."

"You are here to hold me, I know this very well!" Cohen interrupted him flatly, "Super rookie!"

The young man's face stagnated.

"So that your companion...the older guy who seems to be more powerful can quickly solve the weaker enemy, and then rush to support, right?" The guard sighed helplessly like a warrior with many battles. : "But what is it that gives you the illusion of'that girl is weaker'?"

"That girl," In the young man's surprised eyes, Cohen chuckled and shook his head: "She is ours, in the final assessment of the Tower of End..."

"Of the eight "seeds"..."

"Chief!"