Vol 2 Chapter 134: chase

Chapter 134 chasing
Cohen and Miranda stepped on the ground in the snow cement.
In the winter, compared to the fine and regular market style of Yongxing City, the streets of Longyan City are casual and messy. The roads are straight and the roads are wide and narrow. The houses on both sides are irregularly stacked, and the eaves are under the knot. Sharp ice ridges, piles of snow falling from time to time on the signboard. However, Cohen felt that although the former is well organized, it always gives people a sense of seriousness. The latter seems to be arbitrary and chaotic, but it has its own coordinated order.
Especially in the area where the seven bends and eight windings are seen, the people of the Northland are skilled in walking through the streets, especially when working and living.
The reclamation area is the representative of it.
The big voice of the Northland accent came from far away in the cold, and from time to time accompanied by a hearty laugh and drink. Northland men wrapped in thick winter clothes and full of goods hurried back and forth, women carrying or holding baskets, stopping from time to time to talk with people on both sides, bargaining when the bargaining is not good, men on the street The children ran in groups in a happy way.
This seemingly chaotic and self-contained northern feature makes Cohen feel like he is back in the desert, returning to the western front, returning to the blade sand dune camp, the soldier, the criminal, the scum, the mob, the death The chaotic land gathered by the mercenaries, mercenaries, and adventurers, the same mixed and messy, but without the darkness, suffocation, and tyranny of the latter, a brighter, more reassuring, a noisy market and Peaceful.
In this regard, the northern land of Miranda Arende can only frown slightly - as a neat person who is accustomed to the seriousness of the tower and the stars, the life style of the compatriots in the North makes her feel particularly uncomfortable.
On the street, a group of soldiers from Longjing City came head-on, and the headed one greeted the civilians from time to time.
"It's an order officer," Cohen whispered. "There are not many outsiders in the area. We are very conspicuous. Find a place to hide."
Miranda nodded slightly, heeled, and Cohen naturally and skillfully transferred to an alley between the two houses, cut into these narrow areas and continued to search for their goals.
A short warlord career gave the workaholic Cohen a wealth of experience in patrolling and searching in the city. He saw that he skillfully followed the exterior wall of the house and looked for possible hiding places from time to time.
Miranda looked at the alleys in front of him, listening to the noisy neighborhood vocals in his ears, frowning: "Where is Gu said?"
"It should be nearby," Cohen said as he searched and said: "What we need to do is to confirm which of these houses are all..."
At this time, the two were at the same time.
Then turn around and turn around.
I saw a frivolous person in the alley where they were.
Slowly approaching the two.
Cohen was puzzled, and Miranda was shrinking.
This is a young Northland man with a sad face, a dark complexion and a dirty robes.
A poor man in the city of Longyan.
The young man seems to have suffered some setbacks and sad things. He did not see them, bowed his head and walked toward them with no eyes.
In the alley, Cohen and Miranda looked at each other and staggered their bodies to give way to the young and poorly dressed poor.
The latter passed through them.
In the moment of crossing two people.
"Hey, You!"
In the eyes of Cohen's question, Miranda suddenly turned and stopped the man.
The young poor looked back and confused.
"Would you like to sneak up on someone?" Miranda squinted and slowed.
"What? What are you doing?" Young men have even more doubts on their faces.
Cohen frowned.
Miranda will never be targeted.
"If it is not for the secret assassination," Miranda's eyes flashed in the eye, and she saw that she had no choice but to chin, and raised her eyebrows: "Why should we carefully put the sword around the waist under the clothes... ..."
"Is there a way to walk normally?"
The expression of the young man has solidified.
Cohen’s breathing suddenly lags.
He looked at the other's waist, but could not find a prominent place to prove that the man had weapons under his robes.
"I don't understand, I bring what the sword has with you..." The young man complained with confusion and dissatisfaction.
But he was quickly interrupted by Miranda.
"Don't pretend," Miranda slowly pressed the hilt of his upper back and looked serious: "I have been dealing with a dozen cross-border spies, scouts, spies and smugglers every day for the past three years.

The young man’s originally distracted eyes began to focus.
Cohen moved steadily and blocked the other side of the young man.
In this narrow alley, blocked before and after, he has nowhere to escape.
"Do you know what these people have in common with you," the daughter of Aaronde’s family shook his head in a mocking voice: "That is -- I thought I would hide something."
The young man slowly straightened up and his face became colder and colder.
I saw Miranda sighed: "I thought that as long as my eyes were calm and my expression was calm, others could not find their intentions."
Cohen chuckled.
God, Miranda’s observations are definitely better for him than to be a police officer.
If you work hard again, the Kingdom Secrets will not be able to go.
Thinking of the secret, and Rafael, who is in the secret department, Cohen’s mood suddenly sinks.
"Don't be impulsive, sir," Cohen, who was in a bad mood, put on his hilt and said: "We just want to confirm something - it's not suitable for drawing swords in this alley."
"It’s a pity," the young man sighed with regret. "If you can give me another second, go to the most appropriate position..."
The next moment, the battle begins.
The young man’s right elbow popped backwards like an arrow from the string, with a wind, and instantly hit Cohen’s head!
Cohen was a hole in the movement.
He is not retreating, his left hand is erected, and his elbow is opened with his arm side.
"Hey!" This is the blunt sound of the elbow.
The two men trembled at the same time and felt the shock of the hand bones.
The blonde police officer's face was the same, and his right hand came out and looked for a shackle to hold the elbow that the other side hit.
But in the next second, the young man hit the right hand and put it on Cohen's left arm side. He pushed it, and through the force of the latter, he rushed out!
The elbow was just a sham - Cohen's eyes were gathered: the opponent's goal was Miranda.
The figure of the young man bounced to Miranda.
At the same time, the right leg slammed out, and the female swordsman who slammed the black hair!
The cold-faced Miranda body instantly turns, and the back is attached to the side wall.
Let the other side violent offensive.
But her left leg has been hung in the air and picked up.
The next moment, Miranda seems to be acting on the toes.
But just right, kick the right leg side of the enemy whistling!
The young man looked strange and lost his balance instantly.
He quickly put his left hand against the wall and stabilized his body.
But the wind behind the head came in. Cohen's heavy punch had been attached to his back.
The young man’s muscles trembled and he turned his teeth.
"boom!"
Cohen’s heavy punch and the young man’s right palm meet each other!
But Cohen is the one who takes the initiative, and the obvious advantage is even greater. The young man who rushes to punch the box is trembled and takes a step back.
On the other side, Miranda's hand knife has hit his neck.
At the beginning of the millennium, the young man swiftly turned around, under the robes around his waist, revealing a hilt with a brass weight ball.
A force exploded in the body of the young man, causing him to explode with amazing joint muscle strength, flashing away from Miranda's fast hand knife!
The next moment, a short and flexible hand and half sword, in the young man's turn out of the sheath, in the narrow alley, from top to bottom, vertical to Cohen.
Cohen’s sword is too long to be displayed in the alleys. The last warning officer can only use the blade of the sheath to cover the other’s erect.
"clang!"
Cohen's face changed.
A violent fluctuation of deja vu, from the other side's sword.
Cohen instinctively launched the power of the end.
The horoscope of the stars immediately rose from the body of the alert officer, repelling the power of the violent.
At the same time, Cohen's arm muscles increased rapidly, and his sword trembled fiercely, shaking off the other's sword.
The enemy seemed to be amazed at Cohen's calmness and determination in the face of his strength, but he did not hesitate if he missed a shot - Miranda's footsteps were already behind him.
In the next second, the enemy leaped in the same place, and the two legs slammed on the walls on both sides, turned over Cohen's head, and quickly plucked after landing.
He wants to escape!
Cohen bit his teeth and turned to the right arm, smashing the tingling and numbness of the infiltration of the force.
The alert officer immediately started, chasing each other's figure and going!
"Is he?" Miranda also ran up, followed by Cohen.
The fleeing young man turned sharply and entered another deeper alley.
"Swear by my life!" Cohen followed the figure in front, turning too fast, hitting the wall.
However, regardless of the physique of the alert officer, he did not hesitate to get up and keep up, rushing in Mercedes-Benz: "It is the power of the end!"
"Don't forget the mission!" The rear Miranda looks cold, she dexterously jumps her legs, her right hand clasps a window along the corner, and the body echoes this sharp bend like a swing.
She landed, rolled, got up, and ran out, moving in one go, reminding her companions in the ongoing chase:
"Investigate instead of fighting! The order officer is still patrolling!"
In the narrow alley, there was a two-person high earth wall in front of the running young man.
However, he seems to have predicted the terrain. When the distance is still far away, he will quickly rise and sway. He will step on the left wall and then the right wall.
Under the force of going back and forth, the young man turned over the earth wall like a spider.
Although Cohen was a tall man, his speed was comparable to that of an elite scout. He was swayed behind the young man, and his upper arm grabbed the earth wall.
Cohen, whose face is red, his upper arm muscles are violently exerted, like a terrible black-headed python, pulling himself through the earth wall, turning over and landing again!
"Be careful of the trap!" Miranda followed closely to the right side of the narrow alley, a rhythmic force rising from her body: "He is deliberately waiting for us there!"
Different from the young people's borrowing power, she is light in weight. She has six steps on one side of the wall, her body is tilted, the speed is not reduced, but the height is rising, and finally she passes over the earth wall like a flat!
"The traps have to be chased!" Cohen frowned in the high-speed chase, and he gnawed his teeth like gold: "just intercept him in advance!"
"Give the back of the brain! Safe, low-key, efficient!"
The young man was short and crossed the three upward steps. After passing over two stunned northern residents, he quickly folded into an unmanned alley.
Cohen rushed to the third step, and in the "sorry" unscrupulously smashed two northern residents and squeezed into the alley.
Damn... How can this kid run like this?
"I am smothering him!" Cohen felt the passing of his physical strength, loudly: "You go to interception!"
Miranda, who had a tacit understanding with Cohen, did not answer, nor did he fold into the alley.
After she stepped on three steps, the end of the power called "Tianma Music" broke out from the body again, and the whole person jumped in place.
It’s time for the copy to be near.
In the horrified eyes of the two northern residents, Miranda was in the air, dexterously grabbing a prominent clothes pole, swaying forward gently, volleying out, grabbing a window of three-story height, in double With the help of the legs, quickly turn over the roof!
Then she kept on going to the two lanes in the alley, chasing me, seven bends and eight rounds, rushing on the roof shortcut!
The young man swiftly plucked an alley into a vacant lot between the three houses, and Cohen rushed to follow his teeth.
At this time, Miranda's figure leaped in the air!
Miranda insisted on holding the hilt with a strong expression, and she knew that she would fall to the open space, two meters in front of the young man.
A perfect interception.
But the accident happened.
At a moment out of the roof, Miranda blew up a chill!
Extremely ominous and dangerous premonition, instantly covering her heart.
Miranda didn't want to, and the blade edge came out of the sheath, and turned back to reach out, smashing out backwards!
The blade pierced the roof platform that just jumped out of the rear, and the life stopped Miranda's castration.
In a second, the young man and Cohen’s figure disappeared into another lane.
Miranda hangs on the hilt with one hand, and the lower body sways with inertia. When the foot sways to the highest point, a sly sword light is cut from the side!
Candid over Miranda's boots.
Miranda is a cold sweat.
Fortunately, I stopped the castration in time.
otherwise……
She looked at the sly sword light and, after the hollowing out, landed on the open space with her master.
The master of Jianguang, a short-haired middle-aged man, slowly got up in the open space.
Miranda pressed the roof with one hand and pulled out the blade and fell to the ground.
She looked heavily at the middle-aged man in front of her face.
The master above the super-level... she judged the strength of the enemy in front of her.
"Sword of Disaster." Miranda stood up and packed his breath, calmly saying: "We finally met."
The middle-aged did not answer.
Just staring at Miranda with the look of the dead.

Is this a special trap for you?
Miranda carefully observed the opponent and tried to find any information and information available:
But... why are you two?


Is it so confident?

The middle-aged man slowly shook his head.
"The sword of disaster? Although it is not the first time I heard it, it is so called... It is ironic."
He turned his side and showed the strange sword in his hand.
It should have been an ordinary long sword, but it was hollowed out at the ridge of the sword. There was a hollow empty slot out of the air. From the sword, it extends directly to the tip of the sword, probably occupying one third of the length of the blade. .
Miranda narrowed his eyes: it is common to dig grooves in the sword - the groove on the sword is not a blood trough that is dug for bloodletting, but just to reduce the weight, it will be dug from the root of the sword to the sword Stop in the middle.
But the sword of the middle-aged man has two differences: First, his sword digs out a completely hollow empty slot, which will undoubtedly reduce the weight significantly, but it will also bring about a decline in the quality of the blade; The tip of the sword began to dig up and stopped in the sword, indicating that it is highly probable that it is a blood trough forged for bloodletting.
To achieve these two points, the swordsmith is also required to have a very high forging skill - Miranda asks himself to find such a superb sword craftsman in the terminal tower and the elves and dwarves.
"You are very good," the middle-aged man's expression was indifferent, and he said with a hoarse voice: "You can find it all the way from the Star Kingdom."
"It seems that the Tower of the End has also improved."
Do they know that we are stars?
Miranda is keenly aware that something is wrong.
How are we exposed?
Is it really like Kaslan’s words, in the eyes of experts, what is the origin of our origins?
"So, what are you doing for a certain running dog of Exeter?" Miranda is not in a hurry to send a sword, but tries to continue to collect intelligence - this is the flower of the fortress, her body, The most important insistence for the commander: knowing yourself and knowing each other.
"What are the benefits for you to kill the prince of the stars?" Miranda continued to test: "In addition to the tower of the end of the Lord, what is your purpose? The king of Exeter? The throne of the stars? Still The war between the two?"
"Our purpose?" The expression of the middle-aged man is still indifferent and calm: "The throne, war?"
His words reveal disdain and coldness: "This short-sighted goal is not qualified to enter our field of vision."
"It’s just a matter of moving our hands to the end of the tower."
Miranda frowned.
Not for the throne, not for the war... So what are they for, lurking in the black sand collar, using the magic gun to assassinate the prince of the stars?
Not for justice!
"It seems that you have been entangled here for a long time," Miranda sank in his heart, determined to change the method: "The fire market black market in Longyan City, even the magical guns of the black sand collar can penetrate."
"It has been exposed anyway, how can we not use a few to deal with us?"
"Magic gun?" The middle-aged man gently lifted the sword and didn't care about Miranda's words: "As a swordsman, you'd better focus on your sword... no matter how strong the weapons are."
Miranda breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it.
The dripping water does not leak.
"Out of the sword, we have the same source, but we are destined to be enemies," the middle-aged man said faintly: "We had five minutes to resolve the battle before the order officer and the soldiers arrived."
It seems that I can't ask anything.
Miranda took a deep breath, turned his wrist, dwarfed his body, and carefully set his hand.
unless.
Capture him alive.
or.
kill him.
The two slowly approached, Miranda let go of his senses, and the Tianma movement slowly rose.
Feel the other party's fighting rhythm - like the numerous battles before, Miranda told himself this time.
However, it is in the next second.
Jianguang is flashing!
Miranda's pupil is instantly enlarged!
"Hey!"
There is no rhythm at all for her to feel.
because……
In Miranda's shocked eyes, the sword of the middle-aged man - the moment spans five steps!
Before she reacted.
Just pierced her left chest.

Cohen, who was chasing all the way, turned a wall bend and found that the young man had stopped in the alley in front and no longer fled.
The police officer stepped down and stepped on the ground in three steps, stopping in a hard place.
Cohen took his own hilt and adjusted his breathing.
"It seems," the young man's face showed a smile: "The swordsmen of the Tower of the End are not so good..."
Miranda did not follow.
Cohen’s heart was a glimpse.
Has she been intercepted?
Cohen took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.
It was separated by two battlefields.
"So," Cohen looked at the young man who looked like a sly look: "You know in advance that we are coming?"
The real super-order.
And... so young.
"Of course," the young man smiled softly and shook his head: "Otherwise, do you think you can find us?"
"We want ‘being found by you’, nothing more.

Cohen frowned.
He touched the hilt of the waist: "Gu, the Far East sold us?"
Oops, this alley is too narrow.
The sword is very disadvantageous.
"Not really, we paid him enough money before," the young man slowly pulled out the half-sword that was flexible in the alley. "Well, once someone comes to inquire about our existence..."
The young man shrugged his shoulders, revealing a "you know" expression.
"Hey?" Cohen's gaze did not leave the other's shoulders and legs, the tone was calm, and the language was calm: "We also paid him."
"Yes? That must be the tip you gave," the young man opened his mouth and took a step forward. The hand and the sword were flat: "Not enough."
Cohen sneered and opened his hand.
The terrain is too narrow, and the crossbow and the crossbow will fall into a disadvantage.
It seems that I have to revisit the swordsmanship that Kurader, one of the inheritors, taught a long time ago.
I hope I haven't forgotten it.
"So, we have been in the past forty years," the young man snorted, getting closer and closer to him: "The first contact between the tower and the inheritance outside the tower?"
"The Tower of the End and the Sword of Disaster? Of course not," Cohen carefully recalled the battle, remembered the red and black swordsman on Red Square Street, calmly replied: "I saw it in the stars a month or two ago." A companion... I and he are the winners of this honor."
The young man’s eyes were dry, his smile disappeared, and his feet stopped.
"So you are the one who killed Gulaton." He faintly said.
"Not all," Cohen moved carefully: "I only take half of the credit... maybe less than half."
The two men's eyes collided in the air.
"Do you know?" The young man moved one step to the left and said in a deep sense: "The Tower of the End is the orthodox successor of the Knights' Templar. It is the most dazzling and noble existence except for a few heroes in the battle of the end. In the post-war period, in order to prevent the magician from returning to the day, it is diligent and diligent. For hundreds of years, I have painstakingly maintained the inheritance and development of the end."
"You want to tell me the history of the terminal tower?" Cohen sneered and responded: "Just rely on the traitors of this group of terminal towers?"
"Betrayal?" The young man shook his head and laughed.
"Do you know how we won the magician in the past?" He looked at Cohen's eyes more and more sharply: "The legends will not die, will not be old, will not weaken, will not die out?"

"They don't die, but they have the biggest weakness. In this weakness, the magician can't even stand a light blow." Cohen gradually found the best shot.
"And the warriors who hold the legendary anti-magic armed forces, open the way with the power to resist the end of the magic energy, with the will to die..." Cohen's expression is normal, unwavering: "The civilian population may not know, but the end of the tower We are clear."
"The legendary anti-magic armed? Resist the power of the end of the magic energy? Haha..." The young man smiled and suddenly his face was cold: "No, you don't know."
"You live in the shameless lie of the end of the tower, the ordinary end of the power can not resist the magic," the young man solemnly said: "And the legendary anti-magic armed? You think that before it has been invented, face For the existence of such immortality, what resistance do we rely on and survive on what?"
"Oh," Cohen's gaze became sharper. He didn't care about the other person's words. Instead, he actively locked every flaw in the enemy: "The sword of the previous disaster, you can't talk so much."
The next moment, the young man's footsteps, the hand and the sword spurt out!
The violent end of the power broke out from this young man, and the sword of the half-sword of the hand flashed instantly!
Actually did not feel the sword pointed out - Cohen gnawed his teeth.
The end of the other party's power is to change the sword path, cover the perception, or speed up the sword speed?
bad!
"Ding!"
At the last moment, Cohen finally stopped the sword by relying on the instinct and instinct of training on the battlefield.
The half-sword of the hand is attached to Cohen's sword, only two inches from his throat.
But what is even more terrible is the end of the opponent.
Compared with the swordsman on the Red Square Street, the power of the end of this young man is as violent as it is, but there is an unbearable feeling of tingling.
Invade the sword and arm to Cohen!
It is difficult for him to fight.
(End of this chapter)