Vol 2 Chapter 139: Numb hands

Chapter 139 numb hands
so cold.
Where is the mother?
What about Aunt Fenna?
They will come back.
She thought slyly, she couldn't stop shrinking in the snow, and the cold wind swept over the bare face and neck, causing pain like a knife.
Even the hands and feet are almost unconscious.
What about your brother and sister? Uncle Enzel?
She missed Tara's hot pie a little... although every time she hated the garlic.
She walked over a man lying in the snow.
The man slept well and sank, curled up and motionless, but his face was filled with the happiest smile.
I don’t even know that the eyebrows and hair are full of ice crystals.
This is a 'laughing man' - she tells herself.
Yesterday, especially when she tried to help them sweep the ice crystals on her face, Unzer Uncle smiled and told her: They are "laughing people", and most like to sleep in the wild in the winter, and wake up until spring. - Good girls can't bother them, it's best not to be close to them.
Obedient, she continued to move forward.
The skirt was a little broken, she was very depressed... This is the dress that Aunt Li Xiya gave her before she left for the kingdom.
She walked through the second "laughing man."
This "laughing man" seems to be a sister as big as the maid Talia, but she is dressed very little, and she opens her mouth against the rock, holding a baby in her arms.
But the baby didn't smile, just closed her small eyes and mouth, motionless.
This makes her very unhappy.
Why don't you laugh?
People in the North should smile, aren't they?
This is what Unornoun told her.
Next to the stables of the Cold Fort, when he left with the other two uncles, Nolanur laughed and held himself in his arms, and then in her dissatisfaction protest, she kept her with her. s face.
Well, Nolanur - her mind is confused, she thinks about her youngest uncle, can not help but lift his mouth.
If you appear now...
I will... forgive your beard with mercy.
She continued to walk, and met the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth in the snow, a lot more, countless...
Laughing people.
At this time, there was finally a person who was not a "laughing person".
She looked up indifferently and looked at the strange boy in front.
The boy with his arms squatted next to another "laughing man" and rummaged.
The boy found her close, and the beast raised his head like a feather.
His eyes are deep red, so scary.
"roll!"
The boy subconsciously guarded the things in his arms, staring at her in disgust, with vigilance and fierceness in his voice: "This is what I found first! Food, clothes, everything is mine!"
"Fast roll! Roll away!"
"Go over the other bodies!"
She couldn't breathe a sigh of relief and felt that the face that had been blown by the wind hurts.
It’s so fierce.
She pouted.
But she is a bit hungry.
The eyes are blurred.
The coldness of the cold was poured into her lungs with her nose and mouth and her trachea, leaving her heart a little more awkward.
She went to the boy.
"Small biao, if you dare to go further," the boy who also trembled in the cold, opened his mouth fiercely, revealing his teeth: "I will bite you alive!"
She ignored the other party.
But her consciousness is getting more and more numb.
The field of vision is getting bleak.
But she still step by step, dragging her footsteps on the snow, relying on the visual rather than the touch of the foot to confirm the existence of the ground - she can not feel the limbs of her numbness.
The boy kneels down and makes a beast-like squat, seemingly preparing for the offense.
She looked at the fierce boy, took a deep breath, and the lungs trembled again with cold air.
She continues to move forward.
The vigilance on the boy's face turned into a hateful murder.
His right hand was exposed from behind and held a long awl full of rust.
Mother said it, to strangers...
The boy roared and threw her weak face to the ground.
To the stranger...
She pulled the frozen face.
The boy stared at her face and raised his awl on his hand.
She looked at the boy's crimson scorpion and pulled an ugly arc from the corner of his mouth.
Smile it.
People in the North should smile, aren't they?
The next moment, the end of the swordsman ‘seed’ chief – Miranda Arend, slammed his eyes in the alleys of Longyan City!
A sword with an empty slot has pierced her breastplate and stabbed her left chest.
Jianfeng entered the meat one inch.
Stop before the heart that beats the beat.
But did not advance even one inch.
The middle-aged man of the sword of the disaster frowned.
He looked at Miranda's sword, just stuck in his sabre, stabbing into the empty slot from the tip of the sword to the sword, against his strange sword.
Blocking it from piercing the heart of the female swordsman.
Just after the fatal moment of the millennium, Miranda decisively broke the sword, and the blade was inserted into the empty slot of the enemy sword.
It's like a carpenter embedding a wedge into a wooden trough while at work.
Miranda's hands in black gloves, holding on his own cross-handle, oozing pain and trembling cold sweat on his head, stalemate with the enemy.
So fast sword.
And... the feeling of being unable to escape is his ultimate power?

It’s really good,
the middle-aged man exhaled with a sigh of relief, showing a thumbs-up expression:
Response, observation, and heart are rare and rare. It’s so young... My students are smart, but lack exercise and experience. It takes at least five years for him to catch up with your level."
"But from the beginning, you are already on the verge of desperation..." The middle-aged man was indifferent, and the sword that pierced Miranda's chest was violent, and stabbed before.
Under his force, the two swords that were embedded together were subtly deformed, and the metal was uniquely embarrassed in the air.
The pain came from the heart.
Miranda’s face was slightly distorted.
As long as the tip of the sword goes deeper into an inch, it will go to the blood tank.
The female swordsman bites his teeth and holds his breath, trying to rule out the dual effects of physical pain and psychological anxiety.
Listening to the rhythm of the enemy and feeling the beat of the enemy, she forced herself into the state.
The first sword was suppressed to the absolute disadvantage - she must find the chance to win.
Miranda succumbed to the enemy's sword, widened his eyes and observed the still enemy in the sunset.
The middle-aged man sighed: "You know, I didn't want to use this."
"But at the moment, it seems that pure swordsmanship and sword speed can't get you right away... It's only four minutes from the patrol."
The next moment, the face of the middle-aged enemy showed a painful and unbearable expression.
The fierce end of the force oozes out of his arm muscles and invades the two swords that the two have handed over!
Miranda changed his face.
This is... the kind of violent and crazy end of the kind that Cohen said?
The middle-aged man’s arm trembled as if he had released a beast that was chosen and smashed, and the explosive power rose in his sword!
The two swords simultaneously twitched between the accelerated jitters, as if they were two overwhelmed patients.
Miranda felt that the sword that had penetrated the body began to tremble and further stabbed her heart!
bad.
The next moment.
"laugh!"
Blood is splashing.
Miranda’s left hand bitched his chest in pain.
But it is not over yet.
"Hey!"
The two swords smashed in the friction, exploding a spark, and detaching from each other in the air.
The sword light of the middle-aged man disappeared in the air.
Like the stars in the night sky, suddenly appeared!
Hit the injured Miranda.
The female swordsman raised the trembling sword and swung in the air subconsciously!
"Hey! Hey!"
Less than a second after the separation, the two swords collided again in midair!
Miranda's sword twice blocked the enemy's attack.
The two took a step back at the same time.
Miranda leaned against the wall behind her and stared at the middle-aged.
"May you die peacefully, swordsman." The middle-aged man sighed and licked the blood on the sword.
But the expression of the middle-aged man suddenly frozen.
He noticed the blood on his sword.
That's just a small amount of blood.
how is this possible?
It is clear that she should have pierced her heart...
but she……
Is it right heart? Still equipped with protection against the power of the end? Dwarf's refined slab? Seiko Royal's Seiko Silver Mail? Silica gel?
The middle-aged man looked up incredulously and looked at Miranda, who was weak against the wall.
"The strange end of power didn't work, didn't you?"
I saw the female swordsman take a deep breath and removed the left hand holding his chest.
A long scar, extending from Miranda's heart to the shoulder, only scratched the light armor, slightly bleeding.
The middle-aged man showed a surprised look.
According to the original plan, his madness-like end power will invade the enemy's body unstoppable, destroy the organization in the body, delay the action of the other party, and even swallow and destroy her end power like a natural enemy.
Then, at the point where the opponent could not move or suffer, the blade that he was urging with the end of the force should have penetrated directly into the heart of Miranda, perhaps not deep, but enough bloodshed.
In the next step, he will attack with a terrible sword speed and mobilize the blood of the enemy's body. Within a fraction of a second, the red blood of the arteries will erupt from the chest of the female swordsman until her life is completely withered.
However, she actually blocked a sword destined to pierce the heart...
The middle-aged man couldn't understand the girl in front of him.
"From my offensive, your actions are normal, the sword is very smooth, and there is no delay to block my sniper, so to speak," after a few seconds, the middle-aged looked at Miranda's hand, it seems Thinking of something, his eyes were full of surprise: "Impossible..."
The middle-aged man frowned: "You... you are not affected by the greed touch!"
Miranda took a deep breath and re-routed the sword.

‘The touch of greed’? This is the name of your end power? It’s a name that is ridiculous.
Miranda is cold and icy.
"My companion told me that feeling, the power of the end of madness, for the purpose of invasion, destruction, destruction," she raised her sword and pointed her finger at the opponent: "Ordinary end swordsman, presumably all that terrible The power of the end is helpless."
"But once you encounter this power feature failure... what should you do?"
The middle-aged did not speak.
Instead of answering him, it is his lightning-fast sword!
The sword with the empty slot whistling in the air, hitting the throat of the female swordsman.
The Miranda color that had already been prepared was swept away, and the wrist was turned. The power of the end came out, supporting the strength of her hand and welcoming the middle-aged.
"Hey! Hey!"
Two sparks are violently wiped out!
The two exchanged two swords in an instant.
The two figures alternate between flashes, and after the last sword, the distance of five steps is instantaneously opened.
Miranda opened his foot and felt the vibration of the cross sword, thinking calmly about the characteristics of the enemy.
"I just attacked the Eight Swords."
"You only stopped two swords, and you also got a sword." The middle-aged man looked at Miranda's left leg, and said calmly: "Your swordsmanship is common, and you can't keep up with my sword speed. It seems to be agile, but it is just lightness - there are occasional misplacements in the dodge."
"What's even more strange is that when you hit the attack, your sword will still tremble slightly, so that it will affect your sword style... This is a mistake that beginners will make."
"Except for the amazing interception at the beginning, your sword is completely useless." The middle-aged man shook his head: "This habit and strength of using the sword... You should have died 10,000 times, how did you live to the present?"

Miranda did not speak, just staring at the middle-aged man.
The next moment, her enemies suddenly smiled: "But in the eight swords just now, you are just right, or lucky to dodge, or pass the deadliest five swords."
"At the most subtle time, counterattack a sword," the middle-aged man looked at his left upper arm, and frowned and said: "It's still successful."
Miranda finally frowned.
"There is only one explanation," the middle-aged man moved gently, and Miranda's sword slowly followed his position.
"What you use to fight is not a subtle sword-like, agile pace, but your observation and feelings." The middle-aged man's pupil is slightly tightened: "It is the time to recognize the enemy's rhythm and sword: even rough The swordsmanship and the simple swordsmanship can be turned into the most subtle blows at the most appropriate time."
Miranda breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: he found out.
"What you have trained is the four original end-of-war powers that are known for grasping the timing and controlling the rhythm." The middle-aged man sighed deeply: "It is a long-lost inheritance of the tower."
"And you are not afraid of the ‘greedy touch’,
he raised his head and looked at him: "I probably guessed it."
Miranda has a slight glimpse.
The eyes of middle-aged people focused on Miranda’s hands with black gloves:
"It's your hand, right?"
Miranda has an incredible look.
Even if the Tianma movement is over, but even... he found out.
Miranda clenched the sword.
"Your hand is the first to come into contact with the 'greedy touch,'" the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponent carefully: "There is no reaction... Is it the reason for the gloves?"
Miranda was silent for a few seconds.
Her eyes appeared in the wild many years ago.
The kind of cold...the cold.
"No, not gloves," Miranda sighed, then looked up and generously admitted: "It's just my hand."
The middle-aged man frowned.
"My hand was a long time ago... it was severely frostbitten."
There was a white snow in front of Miranda.
"When you recover, you lose most of your sense of touch and pain." Miranda is faintly authentic and seems to be talking about something that is irrelevant to himself:
"I can't do it, I can't use the most exquisite and unpredictable swordsmanship. At the beginning, I can't even lift a cup."
"The pain of your strength, no matter how terrible, my hands can't feel it."
"And your kind of aggressive ending, facing my double-handed numbness," Miranda slowly raised his sword, his hands visibly shivering: "What can you do?"
silence.
Soon, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hands and his eyes were shocked.
That hand...
The hands of the sword...
Actually...
No pain, no touch?
The middle-aged man looked at Miranda's gaze and was full of pity.
And admire.
"A pair of hands without touch, can you hold the sword?" He slowly said, but his voice was full of admiration.
This young girl...
In order to let a pair of hands without feelings, can hold the hilt, but also tens of thousands of times in the air to swipe, presumably also experienced a lot of suffering.
"So, you have been taught the Tianma movement, of course, this is also the best end for you," the middle-aged man nodded, his face affirmed and excited: "Abandon the feeling of the hand, ignoring the specific sword trick, 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 talk, she just looked at her gloved hands.
"Please forgive me for my disrespect," the middle-aged man turned his sword behind him, using the most standard swordsmanship, respectfully respecting Miranda: "You are a worthy swordsman..."
"It’s my pleasure to play against you in Lower Sarande Cray, the sword of the end of the tower."
Miranda also put away the sword and gave a faceless expression:
"Miranda Arend, the 'seed' chief of the 134th End Tower... Given what you have done to the right hand of a friend of mine, please forgive me hard to say 'It is my pleasure to play against you.'

Cray smiled a little: "Right hand, is it?"
The two straight up and the sabre reappeared on the side.
The next moment, the two figures are close again!
"Hey! Hey!"
Cray's fast sword and Miranda's ingenious figure are moving back and forth on this small ground!
In a dozen seconds, Miranda once again escaped the enemy's deadly four swords and counterattacked at the most critical moments.
Blood ran out on Miranda's right waist, ear side and Cray's left arm.
"I was really impressed," Kerrela opened the distance between the two and sighed: "In time, you will be able to reach the extreme."
Miranda nodded and accepted the approval of the other party.
Even if you are fast, Miranda secretly thinks: You can't omit the process of the sword. With the process, there will be a high and low, a moving rhythm.
There will be flaws that can be grasped and broken.
"And I also saw it," Miranda observed the enemy at the same time as he opened the distance, faintly said: "What you call "the greed touch", the endless contingency of the riots..."
Middle-aged Cray slightly glimpsed.
Miranda has a positive look:
"It's the glory of the stars!"
In Cray's surprised look, Miranda confidently said: "Sorry, I am so familiar with this end of power..."
Her eyes appeared in the tower of the end, and Cohen was crying with a red, swollen arm.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
"I really admire your observations, but not quite," Cray shook his head and said:
"'The touch of greed' is not 'the glory of the stars'." In Miranda's strange eyes, Cray took the sword back to his waist: "If you want to say it, it is an enhanced version of the tower of the stars."

Doubt, born from the heart of Miranda.
The glory of the stars...
Enhanced version?
Is it the kind of violent character?
so.
The power of the end of the sword of disaster is based on the original end of power...
"There are still thirty seconds," Cray sighed. "Forget it, time is not enough."
Miranda looked at him with surprise.
"There will be a period later," Cray nodded faintly: "The chief with both hands numb."
Miranda clenched his teeth and caught up with two steps: "Wait!"
Cray turned and punched the earth wall next to him!
"boom!"
In the dusty, his figure disappeared into Miranda's field of vision.
At this time, the voice of the patrol came from the alley: "It’s near here... I suspect someone is chasing for no reason, I’m fighting illegally! What sound is that?

Miranda, who was coughing because of the dust, stared at the direction in which Cray left, and was not willing to punch a punch on the wall. In the increasingly close voice, the sword left.

"Ding!"
When Cohen’s sword was about to pierce the young man’s throat, a sword came across the air, and the police officer’s sword was opened with a space.
Cohen turned sharply and faced the newcomer facing the sunset.
But the newcomer's sword attracted all of Cohen's attention.
It is a sword with a medium length, a very thin blade, and a black weight ball at the hilt.
A round hole was drilled in the sword's hand guard, just allowing the user to snap into his index finger.
Cohen's pupils shrink!
He recognized the sword.
He is too familiar with the sword.
Also too familiar... the master of this sword.
"Isn't it going to roll?" The newcomer, with a bright voice, said to the young man of the sword of the disaster: "Go to your teacher."
The young man with a wound climbed up and limped into the alley.
But Cohen did not pay attention.
He squinted and looked at the newcomer incredulously.
From the time he saw this person, he simply did not want to pay attention to anything else.
"Why are you here?" Cohen asked a hard swallow, asking in the most incredibly surprised tone.
"And you... what are you doing?" Cohen's eyebrows struggled, looking at the newcomers in front of him.

What?
The newcomer snorted, moving his footsteps and approaching him.
"Before you idiots, messing up everything," the newcomer was in the dark, revealing a pair of crimson eyes, faintly said: "To stop you."
"or……"
Newcomers step out of the shadow of the alley.
"Get rid of you?"
At the same time, Cohen’s final tower, Rafael Lindbergh, the active member of the Kingdom’s secret division, was holding a sword in his left hand, holding a pair of deep red dragonflies, smiling at his former friend, Cohen Kara. Beyond the police officer.
(End of this chapter)