Chapter 13: Knife with sword and sword (on)

Chapter 13: The knives and swords together (on)
"hateful!"
In the night of killing the sound, the sudden laughter continued to come.
On the street, the giant of the Brotherhood, Morris, leaning against the door of a grocery store, gasped and struggled to pull out a non-trailer on his shoulder.
Beside him, the elite of a brotherhood has fallen, and the same headless dagger is inserted in the back of the head.
Morris, the gangster’s human trafficking giant, panted and waved, stopping the killer Ley York, who was about to rush to the roof.
"Can't chase! Kex just wants us to be exhausted."
In the distance, the bottle of the 'flying knife clown', on the roof, flew away, leaving a laugh all the way.
"But this way, we will be harassed by him to death - the clown is a power warrior, stronger than the average abilities."
Lay York jumped down the street and looked at the five remaining elite wounds around him, frowning.
Morris took a deep breath and made a clear analysis: "Xes, and the ghosts of the wind, are carefully selected, and we are able to contain us through unique abilities, hindering us from going to other people and facilitating them. The super-ordered strong hand hurts our elite, and - even if the clown is killed by a flying knife,"
"It’s better than the end of the sorcerer who is led by him." Morris stood up in a dignified manner and waved his hand.
Magicians, those people - those disasters that cannot be provoked.
"The retreat order should have been passed out. The same order will be issued by the judge. The number of people we can live depends on their luck."
Ley York frowned.
Morris waved to the elite, and the group continued to leave.
The killer followed behind Morris and made a careful statement:
"Because of these 'air walls', we have been detouring, and everyone else is probably the same..."
"If we can find the magician directly, then -"
Halfway through, Lay York’s words were interrupted by Morris:
"impossible!"
"Don't think about finding that guy!" Under Ley York's incomprehensible eyes, Morris was unquestionable, directly vetoing his subordinate proposal, and his tone was categorical: "Remember, unless he kills you - never look for it." The trouble of the magician!"
Looking at Morris's sullen expression, Ley Yorkton’s words were dark and frowning:
Magician, is it really so terrible?
"This is the kingdom, the magician can't easily show up, he must rely on the running dogs to kill us, and this is our only life."
Morris gritted his teeth, revealing a sly expression.
"Let the group of self-righteous hypocrites look at the Brotherhood and see the strength of our 'inferior people'!"
"We have killed from the blood of the corpse, but it is not the blood bottle that can help the group of masters!"
"Even if we can't get out, Black Sword will avenge us!"
"Even if the enemy is a magician!"
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In a dark house, only an old candle is burning.
"You mean, all of us are trapped in Hongfang Street? Up to now, except for a few thugs, a responsible person has not come out?"
Nasri nodded, kneeling on his knees, respectfully and fearfully facing his boss, "The Eye of Sleeplessness" Kobeon Lancer reported:
"I have just taken over the shift of the whistle. The first batch of people who rushed out arrived. According to them, after the retreat of Morris, the first few people who wanted to rush out were all bald by Spino and Dorno. It was intercepted with an ambush team. Until just now, the bald heads of Spin and Dorno died at the entrance of Hongfang Street, and they safely rushed out."
No one knows how many years old Cobion Lancer is "the eye of sleeplessness". He only knows that from the day the Black Brotherhood was founded, he is the giant responsible for intelligence gathering. It is mysterious and strange. It is the darkness in the dark, secret. The secret.
He will always hide himself under a dark red cloak, revealing only the dry and thin chin, and the person he can stare at will feel the deep chill.
Lancer indulged for a while and asked slowly:
"Spin and Dorno are both Twelve Xeons, and Spencer's resilience is extremely strong, and Dorno is good at camouflage sneak attacks, killing them two, at least 13 people above the level can do it. Is Ley York? Is it Moria? Or is it Adrienne or the Taren Brothers? Or is it the two giants of the piano and Morris? Didn’t you find someone responsible?

Lancer’s words were nothing but sinister, as if they were from another room.
Nasri shook his head and tried to contain the fear in his heart.
It’s a misstep, Morris will probably be very dissatisfied with me – Lansell silently, on the surface still quiet.
It is time to clean up the mice in the meeting.
The fraternity, the team formed by a group of old guys 12 years ago, is different after all.
Lancer smiled awkwardly and waved to Nasri.
"Wake up and activate all the sleepless people in the lower city! No matter what time they are alert."
"Put the second whistle and the third whistle all the way to the Red Square Street! From the roof to the sewer, even how many hairs grow on each flying black fly leg, I have to know clearly. !"
"Yes!"
"Let those who escaped carefully recall the details on the street, pick the first hand and sneak into the Red Square Street, and set up sentinels without sacrificing. Flying pigeons, signal flares, torches, no matter what you use, at least contact the piano. Check out Morris! I want a channel from Black Street to Red Square Street to pass the message unimpeded!"
"Yes!"
"The people who sent the fourth whistle went to other sites, from Black Street to the abandoned house, the stinking ditch to the sewer, the big market to the Xichengmen, and they were all vigilant! The more this time, the less able to relax the headquarters!"
"Yes!"
"The fifth whistle is divided into two teams! One team informed the other giants in the meeting. One team immediately rushed to the Kingdom of Exeter and pulled the old guy from Ramon back! If he didn't want to, he said it was the will of the black sword. !"
"Yes!"
Both Qin and Morris are among the Big Six. They are not vegetarian. Blood bottles help them trap them without paying a little price. It is impossible! Lancer lowered his head and stroked the ruby ​​ring on his hand.
That fat man, after all, is also a character who can be a black sword! As for the taller high-pitched player, hey, something harder than his fist, probably only his character.
Also, Lancer thought secretly, and Edmond’s dead cook...
The outcome is still undecided.
The expression under Lancer's cloak suddenly changed, and he found that his subordinates were not normal.
"Do you have anything to say?"
"Yes!" Nasri slammed down and licked his teeth:
"The brothers of the patrol whistle just found out that the nephews of the abandoned house all escaped!"
"We only caught a part of it, and now we are in the dungeon and ready to torture."
Lancer’s chin moved slightly.
The sleepless eyes asked calmly: "What is torture?"
Nasri squeezed his fist and slammed his head, screaming hard to spit out:
"Quad Rhoda, died in the waste house!"
"His deputy, Nal Rick is outside, looking for an adult!"
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"Go down, hide." Yala's tone became cold again.
"This battle can't be avoided."
Tyles quickly fell, stumbled over a hidden stone pier, and pulled a black cloth over his nose.
Although it is already around.
Tyres had just breathed two, and the next side of Yala was impatient and jumped up to the roof.
The female bartender has a back flip, the upper body folds back, and both hands press the ground, as if to avoid a hidden weapon.
"call out!"
As Yala turned over, Tyres heard a rush of wind rang through the streets!
Then, Yala fell from the roof to the ground, and the double knives on her legs had already come to her hands.
Wolf legs knife smashed out!
A few bursts of wind, hurried away.
In the wind that didn't distinguish things, Taylors only heard the sound of "snap" two clothes fluttering, and I didn't know if Yala was in the middle.
Then, a gray, thin figure appeared on the street.
"Hey, isn't this a bartender at the Sunset Bar, wearing goggles, is it going to swim?"
"Don't be so surprised. After all, I used to hide my face and have been to the Black Street for a drink."
"You are wearing gray today? It's a pity that the weather is not good, or we are lovers."
A feminine and weird voice, scornful and inferior.
Yala never had much to say in the battle. She gently kneeled down on one knee. Tells knew that this was a precursor to her efforts.
The man in the gray coat walked a few steps forward, and under the faint moonlight, he could barely see the tattoo on his face.
"Maybe I should introduce myself, in the next Mildilla Rolf, you can also call me - ‘the ghost of the wind.’

Taylor's heart is tight - another twelve strong.
"By the way, the bartender sister, did you get rid of Dorno and Spin?"
"Don't misunderstand, in fact, I hate those scourges, but adults have orders -"
Yala started the acceleration without warning!
In the next moment, Yala, who is silent, has already galloped in front of him.
The bizarre double-knife angle cuts out at the same time and changes direction at the same time.
Even kill the knife!
Tyres shouted excitedly in his heart.
Watching Yara hit so many field frames, killing and killing in the crowd, to say that there is no hope in the heart for strongening, and the thirst for power, it is deceptive.
But Rolf disappeared into the air!
Double knife hollowed out.
Didn't work? Tyres was in a tight heart.
Yala did not stop at all, a spinning step, the right hand wolf knife knife eagerly to the air!
"Ding!"
A crisp metal strike.
Rolf's figure reappeared on Yara's right hand side and stepped back two steps.
"Hey, how do you like Leyx," Rolf gently slammed the sleeve sword on his left hand, and said helplessly: "Do you know the position of your brotherhood killer? And, you Why don’t you like to say --"
But he hadn't finished talking yet, and a wolf-legged knife flew at him!
Instant kill knife.
"Calling!"
The wind around Rolf was so loud that the wolf-legged knife in midair was blown unsteadily.
"when!"
Then he was shot by a sword.
However, the figure of Yala suddenly came to the front of the ghost of the wind, almost no slower than the flying knife!
Before he had time to react, the female bartender had a left-handed backhand and ran across Rolf’s chest!
Is it in the middle?
Tyres was so excited that he waited for this type of "instant killing knife" to build merit.
But he was disappointed to see that the gray clothes on Rolf's body were agitated, flying at an incredible speed against gravity.
The danger is dangerously staggered, this will kill a knife!
But Taylors felt that this time Rolf's dodge was a bit embarrassing, because his figure was vaguely visible, and there was no trace of it before.
Yara wants to continue to assault, but her feet seem to have been stunned by what invisible things, and she has not been able to sustain her unstoppable offense.
The power of the wind? Taylors bowed his head and silently recalled the knowledge of his previous life.
The female bartender silently stepped back and provoked another wolf-leg knife on the ground, waiting for the next opportunity.

It’s a good risk, is a bartender’s bartender having this strength?

Rolf gently wiped a scratch on his waist and abdomen, his face was not pleasant.
The wound is deeper than you think, and the angle of the knife is weird—the speed and strength of the knives are beyond prediction.
Even the super-level master can threaten the knife method?
It seems to have heard it.
Ya La helped the eyepieces, holding the knife and kneeling on one knee.
"Hey, the bartender," Rolf saw the other side preparing for an assault and suddenly opened his mouth in a haze:
"Before I came to the stars, I also spent a while in the upper reaches of the mainland. I once saw an assassination in the Principality of Sera."
"That was the assassination that I have seen in my life, the most direct and most adventurous, but also the most difficult to resist."
"The assassin used a double-knife, from the roof to force, galloping out, the offensive is continuous, can not resist."
Rolf bowed his head, and the feminine voice was full of dignity and seriousness:
"So, ‘flying blade’ Baannet Sariton.

"Who are you?"
Yara didn't answer, but Tyres instinctively felt bad.
Baan Knight Sariton?
The next moment, the female bartender's graceful figure has already galloped out, and immediately attacked Rolf's eyes!
Tyres has an illusion, a silent bartender, and after hearing the name, the mood is also changed!
Just listen to the long-lost female bartender, and snarl like crazy: "Stranger!"
Yala Sariton, angry shot!
Up to now, Tyres has seen many times, and I have always been quiet, low-key, direct and deadly.
But this time it is different.
This time, Taylors heard it as never before, and Yala’s knife, like a thunder, blew and roared! .
"boom!"
Rolf's look changed dramatically.
—
"Hey!"
Two swords and thunders collided like each other!
The energy of the shimmering light bursts from the two figures, one star blue and one reddish.
The promising aristocratic alert officer, Cohen Karabyan, is struggling to bite his teeth and feel the power from the enemy sword. The other side is not weaker than him, at least the super-level swordsman - how long he has not encountered Such an opponent?
Ever since leaving the battlefield that was killed by the orcs?
Still, do you challenge Miranda yourself?
The two forces are intertwined, but Cohen knows that he has fallen slightly.
The power of the blue star began to flash on his silver-white sword, and Cohen knew that if he continued this way, he would sooner or later be the losing party.
Then his body suddenly shocked, and the vibration that was brought up staggered the two men who were fighting.
The two figures are separated, and the inertia is a few steps forward.
Cohen took six steps to stabilize his body.
And his enemies took the balance in two steps.
Cohen looked dignified and began to feel that it was necessary to rethink the words of Director Lobick.
Then he turned and looked at the tricky enemies in front of him, and asked: "What you use is one of the swords of the Tower of the End."
The other party did not return.
"You are also the end of the swordsman, trained in the Tower of the End, obviously have a better place to go."
"But why are you willing to bend in the blood bottle to help, do a gangster, do nothing, bullying weak?"
"The end of the tower gives you the heart of the sword, is it a dog, a bully and a hard consciousness?"
His enemies slowly turned around, with a black half-length armor on the left shoulder and a red bandage tied to the right arm. Under the red and black clothing, there were faint muscle lines.
This is a man with a white face, but it does not make people feel elegant or delicate, because the eyes projected in those eyes are really full of murder.
The swordsman in red and black clothing silently turned the police officer from head to toe and looked at it.
Is this green skin mouse, open the trap of adults?
This green skin, this stance and starting style - is the end of the tower, the people who have experienced the military?
Just listen to this red and black swordsman, turn the blue sword with only one side guard on his hand, and carelessly faintly:
"Hey, green skin."
"When is the warning hall also dare to manage the blood bottle?"
Cohen stepped forward and got closer to the swordsman, cold and authentic:
"I am not alerting the officer, but ending the swordsman - Cohen Karabyan, and questioning another sword! Answer me!"
The scene was quiet for a few seconds.
Until the red and black swordsman's expression gradually became serious:
"My heart of swords is the choice of will and freedom, and the pursuit of power."
"As long as I meet my request, the blood bottle, the Brotherhood, the Shadow Shield, the Kingdom Secret, the Royal Guard, or the Tower of the End, there is no difference to me."
"So, your question is simply meaningless."
"As for you, Qingpi, willing to be a dog in a country, from the old tower, what is the dog's consciousness?"
Hearing the other side as a final swordsman, but with no respect for the Tower of the End and even a slightly hostile attitude, Cohen's face was finally solemn, with surprise and shock.
He remembered the story that the teacher told him when he was drinking while in Tari.
The brothers smashed the wall and the tragedy of the battle.
Cohen screamed incredulously:
"you……"
"You are the ultimate sword inheritance outside the tower!"
"You are the one who is the swearer of the disaster!"
His voice just fell, the red and black swordsman moved!
The power of the end of the blush, like the tide surged around him, gathered into fierce waves, with his blue sword, the sound of the amazing fall!
The sword is fierce and violent!
Cohen only felt that all of them fell into a red-red vortex, and the end of the whole body was fragmented and unable to move.
The swordsman's sternness followed his sword and rushed straight into Cohen's chest!
His white face was also covered with frost and cold, no longer before the light.
Just listen to the red and black swordsman's cold voice: "The sword of disaster!" Disaster? Compare us to the group of monsters?"
"Do you call the sword of the Krassu adult?"
Cohen gritted his teeth and the swords of the two quickly slammed in the air!
"Alright," the swordsman still has the strength to speak out in the fierce sword: "For your outdated, old-fashioned, sissy academics, we are the disasters you are destined for."
"One day, we will destroy the Tower of the End and prove your ridiculousness."
The tone is cold and full of murder.
Like his next moment, the cyan sword that rushed in.
Cohen's sword is in front of the cyan sword, but only in an instant, the end of the violent end of the other is like a raging tide!
Cohen was shocked, and the end of the other party invaded him without any hindrance!
It erodes his power like a strong acid.
The alert officer flashed the blue starburst's sword and was instantly bounced off.
Cohen stunned his teeth and slammed back and forth, but the blue sword seemed to be a shadowy murderer. No matter which direction he went to dodge, he seemed to avoid it!
The young vigilant officer is at the heart of his own, and his own end of power is rising, washing the alien invaders in the body.
This is the glory of the stars - Cohen sighs: The power to end the brilliance in the fierce battle is used by himself.
The next moment, the police officer's silver-white sabre flashed again and again, this time, directly stabbed the swordsman's throat.
But his enemies are still crazy and desperate, turning a blind eye to the upcoming sword, just urging the green sword in the red tide of the hand, to the heart of Cohen!
The end of the reddish-brown force, as the sword broke out, torn Cohen's chest.
Cohen continued to maintain his own sword, but hopelessly saw that the two swords crossed and crossed, and in the friction of the end of the force, each pricked toward the other's heart and throat!
Hell!
Is this the style of the "Sword of Disaster"?
Such a crazy and fierce sword style, unmatched power, willing to do whatever it takes, and the two minds will be hurt.
And... never encountered, the violent horrible, and even the power to invade the end of the body...
No wonder it will be driven out of the tower!
Cohen smiled and greeted his death.
Two swords, one green and one white, one handles the red red tide that is crazy and hard to stop, one hand flashing the faint starburst of light and dark.
The outcome will be divided.
(End of this chapter)