Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the alleys of Kai District in Longxiao City, three old acquaintances finally drew their swords to fight.

Under the moonlight, Cohen held his innocent nose in pain, and looked at the man and woman in front of him who would fight at the slightest disagreement.

He knew that in this special battle, he had no room to intervene—and Miranda probably would not let him do it either.

His own nose is proof.

Fortunately, compared to before, Miranda's hands can already control the strength.

Cohen turned his attention back to the battlefield, and saw Miranda's sword being the first to strike out, pointing directly at Raphael's chest!

Raphael's thin-edged sword also came to his left hand in an instant, using offense instead of defense, and cutting Miranda's throat directly by going up a line faster than the opponent.

But Miranda seemed to predict the opponent's next move, the blade naturally changed direction, and cut right at Raphael's left hand during the rotation—from a distance, it looked like Raphael offered his left hand, Like the edge of a sword facing her.

Cohen admired secretly from the side: This is Miranda's instinct of practicing "Pegasus Movement" all the year round, actively listening to, and even controlling the rhythm of the battle, mobilizing every move of the opponent.

Raphael frowned, drew his sword quickly, and was forced to retreat.

He was well aware of the horror of his former lover, and tried to break away from her fighting rhythm extremely quickly.

However, Miranda's eyes were ice-cold, and she followed up with a sword in a timely manner. When Raphael withdrew his right leg, he slashed off his left leg, which was the center of gravity, and interrupted his step back to regain his posture.

Raphael was forced into a panic by the sword, and was forced to stop and retreat to meet the sword.

Just like just now, Miranda twitched her forearm as if she had calculated Raphael's movements, and the wind howled!

Cohen, who was watching the battle, shrank his pupils.

During the ten seconds, the blades of the two sides never touched each other, never once exchanged blows, never once confronted swords, they just moved back and forth in mid-air, causing ripples in the air.

But Cohen knew that this was an extremely dangerous duel.

His teacher, Jedi Taffner, once told Cohen, who was not yet a security officer at that time: This kind of silent and fast battle scene, more often appeared in extreme confrontation.

The next moment, Cohen watched as Miranda's blade evaded the opponent's block, dodge and counterattack at the most appropriate time, and instantly threw it at Raphael's head!

"hiss……"

There was the sound of the blade tearing through the air.

At that moment, Raphael's dark red eyes flashed a different look.

His left arm trembled slightly, and then, the thin-edged sword danced in the moonlight!

"Ding!"

The blades of the two finally collided for the first time, and there was a sharp sound in the air that tormented the ears!

Cohen frowned fiercely, resisting the urge to cover his ears.

Raphael gritted his teeth and took three steps back!

Miranda stood on the spot, her figure flickered.

There was a moment of silence in the arena.

Miranda flicked her wrist expressionlessly, and a few hairs fell from her blade.

Raphael panted slightly, and touched his right forehead.

A bloody scar had already appeared on his temple.

Cohen sighed unsurprisingly.

really.

Miranda is still the strongest.

"Talking about sharp observation, grasping the timing and rhythm of the battle," Raphael rubbed the blood on his hands, shook his head and sighed with a helpless smile:

"You're still as good as ever, Miranda."

Cohen coughed at the side, carefully observing Miranda's face: "So, Rafael, let's stop our discussion today... It's been a long time..."

Miranda still doesn't know Raphael's finishing power.

However, if they continue to fight, the observant Miranda...

Fighting must be stopped.

But at this moment, a voice that made the two men tremble slightly came from the field.

"Raphael..."

"Where's your 'Shame of Washing the Sword'?"

Cohen was slightly taken aback.

Raphael lowered his head.

Just listening to Miranda's voice, trembling slightly in disbelief: "The kind of attack instead of defense,

The final power of the Jedi counterattack..."

"For more than ten years, only you have awakened the power of termination..."

"The kind of ending power that can break the rhythm monopoly of the 'Tianma Movement'..."

"Why is it gone?"

Cohen closed his eyes painfully.

Oops.

She found out.

Miranda raised her head abruptly, her cold expression was filled with unbelievable panic under the moonlight.

"This is not the rhythm of the sword washing, or even the rhythm of your usual swordsmanship!" The female swordsman said slowly: "Although my hands... but I can feel the cold temperature that was hidden in your hands just now. of"

"It's another force..."

"what is that……"

"Raphael Lindbergh?"

Miranda's eyes were like two blades, piercing towards the silent Raphael.

Cohen slapped himself on the forehead in great annoyance.

The three were silent for a few seconds, until Raphael spoke gently and easily.

"This is the 'Prayer of the Dead'. To be honest, it's not much different from the death of the sword." The young man in white sneered, his voice still light: "Struggle for a chance at the slightest chance, and use the win in danger to the fullest. Limit... the style is very similar - I thought, you can't feel it with your hands."

"Just like 'Touch of Greed' is the version of the Disaster Sword of 'Glory of the Stars'," Miranda asked keenly with a hint of anxiety, frowning: "The so-called 'Prayer of the Dead' is also the 'Sword of Disaster'." Another version of 'Washing the Sword'?"

Her eyes were full of indescribable complex emotions, and she was destined to die on Raphael:

"The kind of the sword of disaster - the power of violent end?"

Cohn was genuinely stunned.

It seems that Miranda has collected a lot of information about the Sword of Disaster in the short period of time just now.

And himself... Cohen blushed when he thought of the young man who ran away.

"It seems that that guy Clay told you too much," Raphael narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Even if it is an uncontrolled inheritance from outside the tower, he is still a swordsman who is close to the extreme state." Hand, why are you talking so much?"

To their surprise, Miranda suddenly smiled.

Cohen was taken aback, while Raphael frowned.

"Is that why you kept it from me, Cohen?" Amidst the laughter, Miranda said to Cohen in her slightly hoarse voice, "The inheritance 'seed' chosen every five years in the End Tower , one of the candidates for the inheritor of the extreme realm... Raphael Lindbergh."

"You actually threw yourself into the sword of disaster?"

Cohen, who was being questioned, closed his eyes tightly.

Raphael remained silent.

The police officer opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated when the words came to his lips, opening and closing his mouth.

After all, he still lowered his head and turned his words into a sigh.

In the next second, Miranda's figure flashed, and her sword struck again like a startled bird.

This time, her sword did not attack Raphael's vitals, but went straight to the blade in Raphael's left hand!

Cohen showed doubts—attacking the enemy's weapon is not a normal combat strategy.

But what surprised him even more was that Raphael, who had been smiling all the time, actually changed his face drastically because of this threatening sword!

"clang!"

The two swords collided a second time, but there was no follow-up—Miranda's sword flung back at the touch.

Miranda stared straight at Raphael, staring intently, as if forgetting everything around her.

Raphael looked at Miranda with a pale face, as if he had been hit at the most critical point.

Only Cohen touched his head and looked at the field suspiciously: Strange, this sword obviously didn't do any damage?

Why are the two people reacting so weirdly?

Immediately, Miranda's voice came leisurely.

"The War of Washing the Sword disappeared...is that the reason?" Arend's daughter's voice trembled unexpectedly at this time: "Three years? Three years?"

"That's why?"

The young man in white, Raphael stared at Miranda in a daze.

Complex expressions.

Mila.

She still found it.

The first meeting after three years.

She found out.

He lowered his eyes.

The next second, the female swordsman suddenly raised her head, and shouted emotionally: "Raphael, you arrogant idiot!"

Raphael didn't speak, just looked at her calmly.

Cohen looked at Miranda, who seemed to be losing control, in shock.

This is……

What's wrong?

She wasn't a "strong and independent" strong woman just now, why did she become a "distressed" ex-girlfriend all of a sudden?

The next moment, the female swordsman turned around, slashed her sword fiercely, and pierced into the wall beside her!

"laugh!"

Raphael let out a long sigh.

With a gloomy expression, Miranda let go of her hand, letting the hilt tremble slightly in the air.

"He, I curse him..." Miranda turned her head, gritted her teeth, and sneered angrily, with a sad expression on her face:

"He deserves it!"

"It deserves it!"

The female swordsman roared.

Raphael gently sheathed the sword.

"Don't do this, Mira." The young man in white shook his head and said softly, "It's not worth it."

Cohen's mouth fell open.

He was almost driven crazy by the situation in front of him.

What the hell is going on with these two people?

Crackling one call and then not calling?

Start crying and playing charades?

The War of Washing the Sword? Pompous idiot? deserve it? not worth it?

He—Korn Karabyan, the second-level security officer and city defense patrol captain of the West City Security Office of Eternal Star City, is in a mess at the moment.

I can't understand it at all!

"Let me tell you," Cohen scratched his head in pain. As he approached the two of them, he interjected, "Can someone explain to me what's going on now? Miranda, although Raphael has disasters on him Sword...but you don't have to be so excited..."

The next moment, Miranda and Raphael looked up together, glaring and making noises.

"Shut up, Cohen!" This is Miranda with a face full of anger.

"Not now, Cohen!" This was Raphael with a face as cold as ice.

Cohen, who was interrupted by the two at the same time, stopped in mid-air with his half-open mouth.

He stared at innocent and bewildered eyes, raised his hands, accompanied by a smiling face, nodded and took a step back.

Okay, let's talk, let's talk.

The security officer, who was completely out of the situation, silently slandered in his heart: People like me who are not intelligent enough, don't participate.

Damn couples.

Interrupted by Cohen, the three remained silent for a while.

Two of them were immersed in complex and delicate emotions, while the third sighed boredly.

"So," Miranda adjusted her emotions, lowered her head and sneered, "Xianjian Zhishang, he can't come back, is he?"

like you?

Raphael understood what she meant.

He sighed softly, his eyes complicated.

"The death of washing the sword originated from the period of war during the Kings' Period," the young man in white shook his head with emotion: "A brave, loyal and loyal knight was betrayed by the lord he was loyal to, and his reputation was ruined. "

"The son of the great knight escaped from the siege. He washed the blood from his father's sword by the river, determined to take revenge," Raphael said lightly, "Many years have passed, and he joined the enemy country and became a knight."

"After years of bloody battles and bloody battles, the new knights led the new king's army, and finally entered the tyrant's castle and slew the enemy with his hands."

"But it didn't bring him satisfaction. There was only emptiness and sadness on the road burned by the fire of revenge."

"Facing a princess left behind by the enemy, and seeing the fear and hatred in the opponent's eyes, the knight's heart softened, and he suddenly came to his senses." Raphael lowered his head with gloomy eyes, and continued to whisper: "' What's the point of that?' he said."

"Old hatred is avenged, new hatred is born again, the grievances and grievances of the kings are endless, death and hatred are intertwined and bloom together, the tragedy never disappears, and the emptiness is bottomless."

Miranda listened to Raphael's story in silence while Cohen scratched his scalp in agony—he had had enough of these two.

"So, the knight walked out of the castle full of blood and corpses, hatred and madness with the princess in his arms. The knight stood in the sun and wiped away the princess' tears of fear."

"There, the knight swore an oath that he would end this troubled world that breeds hatred and death."

"In the future, his extraordinary power will be called—Sword Washing."

Raphael's story is over.

Miranda stood there silently.

"Ha," Cohen laughed dryly, wanting to advance the progress of the mission: "It sounds like a third-rate knight novel, with a tragic life experience, a noble background, a powerful enemy, and slowly getting stronger, and when you see a woman, your legs will go limp. Then I swore to fight for hegemony in troubled times..."

"Shut up, Cohen." This time, the caliber and speed of a man and a woman interrupting Cohen were surprisingly consistent.

Cohen shut up again aggrieved.

"Look," Raphael turned to Miranda, with a faint smile on his face, "Compared with a greater goal, these things are not worth caring about."

"do you understand?"

Miranda looked at Raphael with resentment and sadness in his eyes: "So, the secret department?"

Raphael twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded.

The two looked at each other quietly.

It seems that only the other party can understand each other.

Until Miranda looked away with a sad expression.

"I was not joking just now. It is related to the future of the two countries. Tonight, Dragon Clouds City will not be peaceful." Raphael adjusted his clothes, raised his head, looked at the Palace of Heroes in the distance under the moonlight, and put on a smile again : "In fact."

"It has already begun."