Kingdom’s Bloodline

As the setting sun slanted, the sky in Dragon Clouds City had already begun to darken.

But in this narrow alley, the sound of metal clashing alternately sounded, and the continuous flashing sparks illuminated the two people in the fierce battle!

"clang!"

Cohen gritted his teeth, lowered his body and raised his saber obliquely, relying on instinct, and dangerously resisted the opponent's slash again.

no!

He couldn't feel the direction of the opponent's attack when he drew his sword.

Continue like this.

to lose.

Cohen took a deep breath, then took two steps back to distance himself from the enemy.

So far, the swords of the police officer and the enemy have clashed six times.

Cohen stared intently at the enemy's hand and half sword, thinking about the effect of the opponent's finishing power to cover up the attack.

But that's not what worries him the most.

The police officer's right hand trembled unceasingly, and the star's glory shone dots of silver light on his skin, trying his best to dissolve the violent ending force that invaded his arm during the fierce battle.

Really bad.

It was the same as the previous encounter: the power of ending would actually be transmitted by itself through the strength of the sword.

Invade, infiltrate, and destroy all human tissues that can host the power of the end without warning.

Cohen tightened the muscles in his right arm, his face was as cold as ice.

"It's a good sword, but unfortunately it's not suitable for this terrain." The young man looked at Cohen's silver sword with a black handle and smiled happily in the narrow alley: "Do you have a name?"

The young man is very confident: the narrow alley restricts Cohen's saber, while his hand and half sword is flexible and unhindered, coupled with his terrifying finishing power - the young man gritted his teeth lightly.

In this battle, whether it is the environment, strategy, strength, or skill, he has the upper hand.

And this is the seed of the Tower of the End?

The young man looked at Cohen in front of him, smiled and shook his head from the bottom of his heart.

"Cohen Karabyan," Cohen replied coldly.

Like the Gulaton on Red Square Street, the young man's finishing power in front of him was also full of suffocating violence. In addition, he was actually still facing the sword, giving the police officer a real sense of needle pricking pain.

This seriously affected Cohen's movements.

So, violence and frenzy are the common characteristics, and the tingling sensation and the ability to cover up the direction are the personal attributes of the power of termination?

In that case... Cohen sighed and clenched his fists.

"Oh, I'm not asking for your name." The young man narrowed his eyes and pointed the sword between Cohen's eyes: "I'm asking for the name of your sword."

my booty.

Under the eyes of the young man, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief, raised the blade with his left hand, and said helplessly, "You just asked about this sword? Oh, it's a family heirloom. As for the name..."

Cohen looked serious.

"It will tell you!"

In the next instant, the silver saber had pierced the young man's eyes!

This was the first time Cohen took the initiative after two rounds of defense: a dangerous thrust.

The young man put his doubts out of his mind, and confidently waved his arms, and the power of ending that almost merged with him surged up with a needle-like violence. In the wonderful feeling of pain and refreshment coexisting, he faced Cohen with half a sword in his hand.

A smile appeared on his face.

He knew that the power of ending he possessed far surpassed those so-called ending swordsmen who were so conservative—whether it was a trainee who walked back and forth in the Tower of Ending, or a powerful swordsman who had been immersed in this way for many years.

Its destructive power and boosting power—the young man felt the pain caused by the power wandering in his body—almost no one could imagine, especially when it surged into the opponent's body and rampaged like a tyrannical beast.

The winner will be decided at that time.

But the young man's face suddenly froze.

He realized that this time the opponent was different!

"Ding!"

I saw Cohen's long sword pointing at the young enemy's hand and half sword.

But he didn't have half the intention to block the sword, resist the sword, fight the sword or lock the blade, but he had no strength, and he could break it with one touch!

The young man frowned, and Cohen struck again with his next sword.

Another thrust!

The young man cut the rapier towards his belly,

In disbelief, he watched Cohen lightly open his hand and half sword again, without thinking about the sword or fighting.

This guy... The young man gritted his teeth in surprise: What's going on?

hateful!

"come!"

The suppressed young man roared angrily, and the force of violent ending in his body exploded to the highest level, and Cohen suddenly felt a faint tingling pain on his skin: "Are you afraid to fight swords with me?"

But the latter was neither alarmed nor excited.

He just continued to calmly cast one blow after another...

Stab!

"Did you think you could interfere with your opponent by virtue of the unexpected finishing power?" Cohen said coldly, and made another thrust!

The frightened and angry young man swung his sword, trying to strangle Cohen's saber with the "sword lock" in the ending sword pose.

But the police officer's sword edge was ready to close.

Don't give the enemy a chance to fight swords at all.

Not even a second is owed!

"Rely on the power of the end—is this your tactic?" Cohen calmly interrupted the other party, and hurriedly followed up: "I said, you are not the first sword of disaster I have encountered!"

"For encountering the sword of disaster again, for dealing with that violent final force... When I was recovering from my wounds, I had already made thousands of predictions, thoughts and rehearsals!"

"The destructive effect of that kind of final force also takes time, and it is transmitted through contact!" Cohen said coldly: "Such as fighting swords and fighting swords?"

The young man looked at Cohen in shock.

In the next second, Cohen, who retracted his sword edge, changed his face, and turned his footsteps quickly!

"Compared to Guladon, compared to your predecessor who galloped the battlefield and experienced life and death..."

Cohen roared and made another stab!

"You are still far behind!"

There was no way for the young man to avoid him, so he could only take a step back and block him with a sword.

"Hiss..." There was a slight and short sound of metal sliding, which disappeared after a while!

The young man fended off Cohen's sword, watched in embarrassment as it pierced his left ear, making a sharp wind noise, and then watched the enemy's sword avoid the sword and the blow again, like a proud hunter. Fly away like an eagle.

Waiting for the next thrust!

"As for using the terrain to suppress my too long saber?" Cohen's voice sounded particularly hateful to the young man's ears: "What a childish tactic."

"One stab and it's over."

"Simple, direct, and effective."

Although the narrow alleys restricted Cohen's saber and swordsmanship, it also prevented the young man from showing his agility. Facing the straight-line thrusts that he usually dodges very well, the young man could only raise his sword again and again to intercept and resist. .

It's not that the young man didn't think about giving up defense, pressing his whole body to attack, and forcing Cohen to confront him with the sword. The problem is-his half-sword in hand is a bit shorter than Cohen's saber!

If he presses on forcefully, he may be pierced by Cohen's sword before he can kill.

The half-handed sword that was more suitable for swinging in narrow alleys instantly became a shortcoming for young people.

Damn.

The young man looked at the opponent's stabbing sword unwillingly: I... have actually become the passive defensive underdog?

Cohen, who was in power, turned sideways calmly, with his right foot in front, and hurriedly followed, his wrists twitched, and his sword posture did not stop.

Another thrust!

The young man backed away in embarrassment amid unstoppable parry.

How lucky.

Cohen chuckled in his heart: In this kind of narrow alley, when you can't slash or cross your sword...Mr. Curadel, luckily I haven't forgotten your sword skills.

One of the eight inheritors of the Tower of the End, from Thornland, the "sword stabbing technique" specialized by Stink Cradle of the Kingdom of Allenbia.

The art of stabbing originated from the elegant duel of southern knights holding light swords in the final empire era. This kind of fencing skill, which is based on tentative steps and a fatal blow, was once widely spread in the south-even though it was ridiculed by many generals and knights as "the maiden's sword".

But now, Cohen gave up the general sword style in the long and narrow alley, and turned to the "sword stabbing technique", which turned the disadvantage of the length of the saber into an advantage, and avoided fighting swords, sealing off the enemy's use of finishing power to occupy the sword. The possibility of gaining the upper hand.

In the next stab, the young man struggled to move, and finally relied on a protruding window to avoid this round of Cohen's offensive.

"Each ending power is different." Cohen retracted his sword again, calmly walked through the window that had obviously been lengthened by the owner, and looked at the enemy resolutely: "The same ending power also varies from person to person." , in different people, there will be different subtle changes..."

The young man looked anxiously at the long and narrow alleys on the left and right, and at the exit that was still far away.

"I don't know what effect your finishing power has. It can actually cover up the direction of the sword in a fierce battle." The police officer snorted softly, "But you must have heard of my finishing power..."

Cohen grinned, showing what he thought was the most handsome smile:

"The Glory of the Stars!"

The young man's expression changed.

The glory of the stars.

The four original extraordinary... no, the power of the end?

The next moment, Cohen roared forward, and the star-blue shimmer shone from the skin of his arm.

The saber in the police officer's hand stabbed out continuously without stopping!

The young man gritted his teeth, and turned his wrist as far as possible, trying to use a fan-shaped covering sword to resist the endless thrusts!

Damn it!

He must be one of the eight seeds of a certain session in the Tower of the End.

A young existence who bears the hope of the future inheritance of the Tower of Ending!

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The fleeting stabbing sound was like the sound of rain falling on the ground, endless.

"My Star of the Stars can balance the rhythm and regularity between every movement and stillness in the body, every breath and every line." In the endless stabbing, Cohen bullied himself, and he was obviously in a high-speed attack, but he said surprisingly Coherent, as if you don't need to take a breath: "Like the bright stars in the night sky, shining one after another, one after another!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sword light danced, stabbing and retracting, casual and coherent.

The young man frowned tightly, only retreating amidst the countless tremors of the sword in his hand!

"It seems to be irregular, and there seems to be nothing..." Cohen pressed on step by step, his words were as deadly to the young man's ears as the ferry bell of the prison river, "in fact, it is continuous and never stops!"

Cohen's expression remained unchanged, he clicked on the young man's sword, and in the astonished eyes of the other party, stabbed the most threatening next sword without any rest!

"laugh!"

Amidst the young man's roar, his left shoulder was finally hanged.

Affected, his movements were unsteady, and he was struck again in the right rib in an instant!

Then the left leg, the right elbow, the side of the neck!

In Cohen's continuous offensive without end, the young man retreated six steps painfully in the blood, struggling to open the distance.

The young man with wounds all over his body was gasping for breath, with an expression of disbelief on his face, staring at Cohen who was walking step by step in front of him.

"This is my finishing power."

"Compared to your despicable, riotous, destructive, meaningless power..."

"The Glory of the Stars is like another sword of mine, fused in the deepest part of my body, making my movements seamless, without any pause," Cohen sighed: "Thus releasing the most dazzling and unprecedented offensive."

The young man propped his sword on the ground and watched Korn's approach in despair.

"You ended Croaich and a 'seed''s sword-wielding career," Cohen said lightly, "It's time to pay the price."

He raised his sword at the enemy without expression.

But the young man covered in blood laughed out loud.

"Do you think you've won like this?" The young man's ferocious smile appeared in front of Cohen's eyes: "In this short period of time, my teacher has already put your companion..."

"You're here to hold me back, I know that very well!" Cohen interrupted him with a flat expression, "A super rookie!"

The young man's expression froze.

"So that your companion...that old guy who seems to be more powerful can quickly deal with the weaker enemies, and then come to support, isn't it?" What is it that gave you the illusion that 'that girl is weaker'?"

"That girl." Under the surprised eyes of the young man, Cohen smiled lightly and shook his head: "She is in our class, the final assessment of the Tower of the End..."

"Among the eight 'seeds'..."

"chief!"