Vol 2 Chapter 137: Spur

Chapter 137 Sting
The sunset is slanting, and the sky in Longyan City has begun to darken.
But in this narrow alley, the metal's collision sounds alternately, and the continuous flashing sparks illuminate the two in the fight!
"clang!"
Cohen gritted his teeth and shorted his sword. He instinctively and dangerously again resisted each other's sniper.
No!
I can't feel the attack direction when the other side is out of the sword.
Continue like this.
To lose.
Cohen took a deep breath and then stepped back two steps to open the distance from the enemy.
At this point, the alert officer and the enemy's sword have been attacked six times.
Cohen was concentrating on the enemy's hand and half-sword, thinking about the effect of the opponent's final power to cover up the attack.
But this is not the thing that most worried him.
The alert officer's right hand trembled, and the hordes of the stars on his skin began to point to silver awns, trying to resolve the end of the violent end that invaded his arm during the fierce battle.
Really bad.
Just like the previous experience: the power of the end will actually be transmitted through the power of the sword.
Invade, infiltrate without warning, and destroy all human tissues that can be used to end the power.
Cohen tightened his right arm muscles and his face was like ice.
"Good Sabre, unfortunately not suitable for this kind of terrain," the young man looked at Cohen's black-handled silver sabre and showed a happy smile in the narrow alley: "Is there a name?"
The young man is very confident: the narrow alley limits Cohen's sword, his hand and half sword are flexible, plus his terrible end of power - the young man gently grinds his teeth.
In this battle, he has the upper hand in the environment, strategy, strength, and skill.
And this is the end of the tower to chase us?
The young man looked at Cohen in front of him and smiled and shook his head in the bottom of his heart.
"Cohen Karabyan." Cohen replied coldly.
Like the Gulaton of Hongfang Street, the end of the young people's power is also full of suffocating violent taste. In addition, it is still in the sword, giving the police officer a real acupuncture pain.
This seriously affected Cohen's actions.
So, violent and frenzy are common characteristics, the tingling sensation and the ability to cover up the direction, is the personal attribute of the ultimate power?
In this case... Cohen sighed and squeezed his fist.
"Hey, I am not asking your name," the young man narrowed his eyes and pointed to Cohen's eyes: "I asked, the name of your sword."
My loot.
Under the eyes of young people, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief and raised his sword with his left hand. He said helplessly: "You just asked this sword? Hey, this is a heirloom, as for the name..."
Cohen's face was awkward.
"It will tell you!"
In the next moment, the silver sabre has already stabbed the young man!
This is the first time that Cohen took the initiative after two rounds of defensive action: a dangerous spur.
The young man took his suspicion out of his mind, confidently swayed his arm, and almost ended up with him, with acupuncture-like violent turmoil. In the wonderful feeling of pain and refreshment, his hand and half sword greet Cohen.
His face smiled.
Young people know that the end of their own power is far more than the so-called end-swordsmen who are cruel and old-fashioned—whether they are a round-trip trainer in the Tower of the End, or a powerful swordsman who has been immersed in this for many years. .
Its destructive power and growth power - the pain of young people feeling the strength of the body - almost no one can imagine, especially when it is like a violent beast, when it rushes into the opponent's body.
The outcome will be split at that time.
But the face of the young man suddenly became stiff.
He realized that this time the opponent is different!
"Ding!"
I saw Cohen’s long sword on the half-sword of the young enemy’s hand.
But there is no half-point to the sword, the sword, the sword or the intention of the lock blade, but no power, one touch!
The young man frowned, and Cohen’s next sword was hit again.
It is a spur!
The young man opened the sword facing his lower abdomen, and it was incredible to see Cohen once again lightly open his hand and half sword, without thinking about the sword and fighting.
This guy... The young man is biting his teeth in surprise: What happened?
hateful!
"come!"
The suppressed young man roared, and the end of the violent end of the body broke out to the highest level. Cohen suddenly felt a stinging pain on his skin: "Are you afraid of fighting with me?"
But the latter did not panic or excite.
He just continued to calmly display one after another...
Spurs!
"I thought it would be able to interfere with the enemy with the power of the end of the unexpected?" Cohen chilled out, and then shot a spur!
The furious young man twirled the sword and tried to wrap Cohen’s sword with the
sword lock
in the end sword.
But the guardian’s swordsman is at the touch of a button.
There is no chance to fight for the enemy at all.
One second is not honoured!
"Dependence on the end of the power - this is your tactics?" Cohen calmly spoke to interfere with each other, and he followed quickly: "I said, you are not the first sword I have encountered!"
"For the sword that once again suffered from the disaster, to deal with the violent end of the force... I have already made thousands of predictions, thoughts and exercises when I was wounded!"
"The destructive effect of the power of the end is also that it takes time to pass through the contact!" Cohen said coldly: "For example, against swords and swords?"
The young man looked at Cohen in shock.
In the next second, Cohen’s face was retracted and the footsteps turned sharply!
"Compared to Gulaton, compared to your battlefield, the predecessors who lived and died..."
Cohen roared and was a spur shot!
"You are still far away!"
Young people can't avoid it, they can only step back and at the same time stop with a sword.
"Oh..." The slight and short metal slipping sounds, fleeting!
The young man blocked Cohen’s sword and watched it spurt on his left ear side, bringing a sharp wind, and then watching the enemy’s swords edge again avoiding the sword and the cross, like a smug hunting. The eagle soared away.
Waiting to launch the next spur!
"As for using the terrain to suppress my long sword?" Cohen's voice sounded especially bad in the ears of young people: "It's a naive tactic."
"A spur will be solved."

Simple, direct, and effective.

The narrow alleys have certainly limited Cohen’s swords and swords, but they have also made it impossible for young people to show his flexible body. In the face of the straight-line spurs that are usually dodged, young people can only intercept and defend their swords again and again. .
The young man didn't think about giving up the defense, the whole body pressed the attack, forced Cohen to fight the sword with him. The problem was that his half-sword was shorter than Cohen's sword!
If you force it, you are likely to be swayed by Cohen before you kill.
More suitable for the half-sword of the hand waving in the narrow alley, turned into a short board for young people in a moment.
Damn it.
Young people are not willing to look at each other's stabbing sword: I... actually became the inferior of passive defense?
Cohen, who was unsatisfactory, leaned over and leaned forward, his right foot in front, hurriedly followed, his wrists swung, and the sword did not stop.
Another spurt!
Young people are wandering back in the parry.
I am so lucky.
Cohen chuckled in his heart: in this narrow alley, the moment when you can't attack or cross the sword... Kulader, fortunately, I have not forgotten your swordsmanship.
One of the eight great inheritors of the Tower of the End, from the thorny land, Stink Cladall of the Kingdom of Ellenbia specializes in "thorn swordsmanship".
The stabbing technique originated from the era of the ultimate empire, and the southern knights held the elegant duel of the light sword. This fencing technique, which was critical at the tentative pace and critical strike, was once widely spread in the South – even if it had been ridiculed by many generals and knights as
Sword of the Girl
.
Now, Cohen abandoned the general sword style in the narrow alleys, and instead used the "thorn sword" to turn the disadvantage of the length of the sword into an advantage, and more avoid the sword, and sealed the enemy with the end of the force. It is possible to get the upper hand.
In the next spur, the young man struggled to move, and finally relied on a prominent window to avoid Cohen's offensive.
"Every end of the power is not the same," Cohen once again took the sword, calmly walked through the window that was obviously lengthened by the owner, and looked at the enemy with perseverance: "The same end-of-force is different from person to person." There are different subtle changes in different people..."
The young man looked at the narrow narrow alleys and looked at the exit still in the distance, and his heart was anxious.
"I don't know what effect your final power has. It can hide the direction of the sword in the fight." The police officer snorted. "But you must have heard the power of my end..."
Cohen opened his mouth and burst into a smile that he thought was the most handsome:
"The glory of the stars!"
The young man's face changed.
The glory of the stars.
The four originals are extraordinary... No, the power of the end?
The next moment, Cohen roared forward, and the star-light shimmer sparked from the skin of his arm.
The sabre in the alert officer’s hand is pierced and no longer pauses!
The young man bites his teeth, maximally lifts his wrist, trying to cover the endless spurs with a fan-shaped cover sword!
Damn it!
He must be one of the eight seeds of a certain period in the tower of the end.
Bear the young existence of the end of the tower to inherit the hope of the future!
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The ephemeral spurt is like a rain, and it is endless.
"The glory of my stars can balance the movements and laws between the body and the line." In the endless spurs, Cohen is bullied, and he is clearly in a high-speed attack, but surprisingly discourse. Coherent, as if you don't need to change your breath: "If the stars in the night sky are shining, they will shine one after another!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Jianguang is leaping, between the stab and the one, and it is coherent and coherent.
The young man frowned, only in the hands of the numerous trembles in the blade can not retreat!
"It seems to be erratic, there seems to be nothing..." Cohen stepped hard, his words heard in the ears of young people, as deadly as the ferry bell of the prison river. "In reality, it will continue to last forever!"
Cohen's expression is unchanged, and a young man's sword is opened. In the other's horrified eyes, there is no end to the most threatening next sword!
"laugh!"
In the roar of the young man, his left shoulder finally hangs.
The affected person is not moving, and he is in the right rib side again!
Then the left leg, the right elbow, the neck side!
In Cohen’s unsuccessful continuous offensive, the young man painfully stepped back six steps in the blood and struggled to open the distance.
The young man with a wound covered his mouth and gasped, his face incredulously looking at Cohen, who stepped forward in front of him.
"This is my ultimate power."
"Compared to your despicable, violent, devastating, meaningless power..."
"The glory of the stars is like my other sword, blending deep into the body, making my movements seamless, without pause," Cohen sighed: "There is the most dazzling offensive."
The young man supported the ground with a sword and looked at Cohen's approaching desperately.
"You ended Kroeich and ended a sword career with a 'seed'," Cohen said lightly. "It's time to pay the price."
He raised his sword against the enemy with no expression.
"Or, or," Cohen showed a friendly smile and slowly said: "Would you like to tell me: Why do you want to assassinate the prince of the stars?"
"And...who are you serving for the Grand Duke or their aristocrats?"
But the young man who was covered in blood laughed.
"It’s ridiculous... We never serve anyone," the young man smiled hoarsely, blood ran down from his deepest left shoulder and dyed the snow: "Even if it’s only a short-term cooperation, we only listen to ourselves. will……"
Cohen frowned.
Cooperation?
Why do they want to cooperate with the big brother of a country?
For power? wealth? status? survive? common goal?
Still something else?
"As for you, do you think that you won this? The old guys of your academic school..." In front of Cohen, the young man trembled and opened a sly smile: "At this point, my teacher has already put you Companion..."
"You came to hold me, this is very clear to me!" Cohen looked at him flatly, "a super-order rookie!"
The young man’s face was a bit stagnation.
"Let your companion... the seemingly more powerful old guy quickly solves the weaker enemy and then comes to support, isn't it?" The police officer, like a warrior who fought a battle, could not help but sigh: "But What is it that gives you the illusion that 'that girl is weaker'?"
"The girl," Cohen smiled and shook his head in the surprised look of the young man: "She is our final assessment of the end of the tower..."
"In the eight ‘seeds...

"chief!"

When Tyres finally saw Putilley and others in the room specially prepared for him in the Palace of the Spirit, the second prince of the stars and his followers were greatly relieved.
"You mean, you are on their site, without hesitation, refused to cooperate with the Nunn King's option, ready to help him find the murderer in your own way?" Putilla frowned, standing by the window, looking The snow outside, the thoughts fly.
It is said to be daring, or do not know how to live and die.
In the absence of outsiders, Puttier’s attitude towards him has always been rude, and even his Highness is too lazy to call it. But this kind of sorrow seems to be much better after the Broken Dragon Fortress, at least he satirized with the title of
Little Prince
. A lot less.
"Almost." Taylors sat in a chair in an indecent position and looked tired: "The experience just told me that the gloomy old man wearing the crown won't have any good plans - like pushing me to five. Dagong, see if anyone wants to want my life in private..."
"In any case, I have already profoundly grasped the rudeness and directness of the people of the North." Taylors sighed:
"Observing the attitudes and reactions of the big men to killing me, to find out the murderer - he really wants it!"
"Then now this task has been changed to you, what are you going to do?" Puttier steadily turned and walked past Rolf, who was adjusting the arm splint due to the fracture and re- The wrist is equipped with a spare sleeve sword.
"From the five inheritance to a long time, the separatist party, the old traitor, the power is better than the six giants of the stars, and they are all expected to choose the king's big kilometers..." Putile sinks:
"Find out the conspirators who murdered Morar and tried to assassinate you?"

Ask well,
Taylors showed a friendly and sincere smile:
"do not know."
Why didn't I update yesterday?
Because I went to see the martial arts master of the squid.
Yes, it is like that.
and also……
Why do I have a reward when I keep updating, but I have a reward for it?
No sword means very sang heart...
Is it that I have only reached the point where I can only show the sense of existence? (Draw a circle~)...
(End of this chapter)