A blizzard swept across the train's route, and a thick gray curtain shrouded the cold earth. The visible distance was pitifully short, and the air was extremely cold. Even breathing in the bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze one's heart and lungs.

The raging steam gushes out from the locomotive, and before it can overflow, it condenses into ice crystals and floats away. It is a new model that Lorenzo has never seen before. The combustion chamber of the train is half open, and endless sparks drift away as it speeds, just like this

The only light in the cold night.

There are only a few carriages that can cover the wind and snow. Most of the carriages in this train are open containers, blocked by dark green tarpaulins. It is impossible to see what is underneath. The hard snowflakes are like speeding ice skates, and they are heavy.

It hits the whole body like steel rain.

Lorenzo's figure slowly appeared in his field of vision. Perhaps because the strong wind on the roof of the car was too strong, he looked swaying. Lawrence could only barely make out the gray shadow under the snow.

Behind the scarlet robe, he was carrying a wooden box, which looked heavy.

"You're doing well, kid. I'm becoming more and more curious about who you are. There is no one named Lorenzo Holmes among the witchers."

During such a long confrontation, Lawrence had already learned of Lorenzo's fate...but the demon hunter had no name. Although it reminded him of a person from a long time ago, the age of the demon hunter in front of him was different.

He can't get along with people, and he is very curious.

"So who exactly are you?"

Lawrence's voice was muffled by the violent wind and snow, but with the witcher's hearing, Lorenzo still heard it clearly.

"He's just a living person, and this name was chosen at random...it doesn't make any sense, dean."

I don't know what he was thinking about in his gray-blue eyes. Lorenzo's voice was lazy and carried by the wind to Lawrence's ears.

The demon hunter looked around casually. Sometimes he began to be obsessed with himself. It was not perfect to use this place as a battlefield for a death battle.

The pitch-black python wandered on the pale earth, stirring up snow waves several meters high, leaving behind a gray trail. Under such a terrifying blizzard, such traces would not last long, and would be gone in about ten minutes.

Covered in heavy snow, it was like no one had ever been there.

It was as if the entire world's heavy snow was pouring down at this moment, isolating Lorenzo and the others from the entire world. The moonlight was blocked by snow clouds, and everything was like the gray after death.

This is a train heading to the underworld, and the passengers are all ghosts who have died long ago.

The two of them stood on the roof of the car. Due to the small area, there was very little space for the two of them to move left and right. They could only move forward or backward.

"So...start?"

Lawrence asked.

There was no vengeful rage, no hateful curse, he just asked calmly, just like a daily greeting.

"OK."

Lorenzo's response rang in the wind.

In the end, the rage turned into an uncontrollable calm. There was no passionate roar before the war. At this moment, except for actions, there were no words to express the blazing rage.

Just like at the end of that ancient story, the evil ghosts meet on a narrow road.

Lawrence held the nailed sword tightly with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing slightly downward, like the hunched tiger. When another heavy snowstorm swept between the two of them, a deafening roar penetrated the blizzard.

The scarlet figure was like a vigorous cheetah, the surge of secret blood amplified his body, the withered muscles swelled again, and the tough muscles continued to revive, as if time was going backwards in Lawrence's body.

The nailed sword shone with a terrifying cold light, tearing apart countless snowflakes.

But behind the fading snow curtain, there was a faint light, and then several burning thermite bombs penetrated the snow curtain and headed straight for Lawrence.

"That's not enough! Lorenzo!"

Shang Dafeng's power was surging, and the thin red lines had already appeared in Lawrence's eyes. He directly swung the nail sword, and the metal collided with the burning thermite bomb. The huge power forced the destined trajectory to deflect, and the fire was

Disappearing into the snow curtain, his speed did not slow down at all and he continued to charge forward.

The gray shadow was infinitely close, and Lawrence's nail sword cut it into two pieces with a terrifying cold light.

But when the covering wind and snow passed, he realized that what he had hit was a thermite rifle, and Lorenzo had already moved his position.

Then the terrible future flashed in his mind, Lawrence struggled to raise the nail sword, and then the folding knife poked out from the blizzard, slashing from top to bottom.

The steel collided, and the sparks that flew were fleeting.

Lorenzo stabbed the folding knife and made a feint attack, trying to deceive Shang Dafeng's weird precognitive ability. At the same time, Lawrence followed Lorenzo's deception and swung his sword to parry, but Lorenzo suddenly changed in the middle.

Slashing horizontally at Lawrence.

Without hesitation, seeing that he had fallen into the trap, Lawrence simply ignored the mistake and instead slashed at Lorenzo in an attempt to inflict injury.

Weapons crossed and blood flowed everywhere.

There was no pause, the sound of cracking sky broke out again, and the demon hunters collided and fought.

Lawrence had a strong desire to attack. He repeatedly approached and swung his sword forward. The nail sword passed over his head and fell violently. Lorenzo instinctively retreated and at the same time tilted his sword blades. The blades intertwined and a sharp cry broke out.

There was a sound, and the falling nail sword fell along the slope of the folding knife. At this moment, Lorenzo followed the force and slashed directly upwards, the sharp cold light brought a touch of blood.

Smooth and coordinated, the elegant sword strike is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

A long, thin wound opened along the left side of Lawrence's face and extended to the bridge of his nose. Lorenzo could have almost blinded him in one eye.

Such a thrilling blow, but Lawrence had no intention of retreating. He gently touched the edge of the wound and rubbed the blood with his fingers.

"You studied very well."

Lawrence looked at the hazy face in front of him and said. Because of the dim light and the cover of the snow, Lawrence could only see Lorenzo's movements clearly, but not his appearance.

"It's you, the dean, who taught me well."

Lorenzo said, and at the same time, the smile on Lawrence's face grew wider.

He knew Lorenzo's thoughts very well. He chose the battlefield here just to make Lawrence have nowhere to escape... But in the same way, Lorenzo had nowhere to escape, and only one of them could leave alive.

Florend's potion continues to take effect in the body, like the combustion chamber of a steam engine, boiling the blood. Lorenzo's senses are frighteningly sensitive. If he concentrates, he can even distinguish every falling snowflake.

The pause was short-lived, Lorenzo's offensive was uncharacteristic, he jumped up directly, without protecting his gap, and slashed down the folding knife.

The two weapons were in a stalemate for a short time, but then something dark suddenly fell from Lorenzo's body, and then the demon hunter suddenly retreated and jumped into the snow curtain behind him.

The next moment, the pitch-black thing burst open, bursting into turbulent fire, and the broken shrapnel spread out under the impact of the explosion. The air wave of the explosion caused the wind to turn, but it was immediately covered again.

Lawrence set up his nail sword to protect his internal organs, but the impact of the airflow still lifted him up. After knocking him backwards for several meters, he swung his nail sword and inserted it into the car body, stabilizing his figure.

"You've learned your lesson, Lorenzo."

The twisted flesh and blood repaired the wound, and the shrapnel that had cut into the body was squeezed out by the powerful flesh and blood. Lawrence roared towards the gray snow curtain.

After only fighting for a while, the wildly dancing snowflakes had already covered most of his body. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying not to be obscured by it as much as possible.

"There is nothing I can do. I will lose sooner or later in a head-to-head confrontation."

Lorenzo's voice echoed around him. The blizzard greatly reduced Lawrence's vision and he couldn't see Lorenzo.

With the experience of previous duels, Lorenzo is very clear about the gap between him and Lawrence, not to mention that Lawrence still has the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail in his body. The more his body is on the verge of collapse, the more powerful he becomes, so powerful that it makes people despair.

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Holding the nail sword tightly with both hands, he breathed steadily, trying to warm the cold air. Almost in an instant, Lawrence suddenly turned around, and the terrifying sword force brought up a violent wind and slashed horizontally. Relying on Shang Dafen's foresight, he directly faced him.

Lorenzo breaks out of the snow.

With the brief impact of the folding knife, Lorenzo couldn't match Lawrence's strength and was directly shaken away. However, the figure flipped strangely in the air, spun out in a big circle, and fell down again while waving the folding knife.

As expected, this slash was perfectly defended by Lawrence once again. At this moment, Lorenzo kicked his legs directly in mid-air and stamped hard on the nail sword. While repelling Lawrence, he also made himself suffer again.

Keep distance.

After landing, the cold sword light quickly magnified in his eyes. Lawrence was faster than he thought. His pace was quick and he directly caught up with Lorenzo's foothold.

The folding knife swung up, trying to directly cut off Lawrence's head as he approached, but the nail sword struck at a strange angle, hitting the folding knife first, colliding with it, and the huge impact shook it away.

, then terrifying power surged under the old body, and Lawrence slashed at more speed.

At this time, the folding knife had just been repulsed, and Lorenzo had no time to return to defense. Lawrence bent his knees and lowered his body, attacking Lorenzo's lower body. He swung the nail sword with one hand, maximizing its sweeping range, and flashed past

, there was blood on Lorenzo's calf wound.

Lawrence was not going to give Lorenzo a chance to breathe, and the nail sword struck straight at him again, stabbing him.

Based on his many years of swordsmanship experience, Lorenzo instinctively raised his folding knife to parry, but Lawrence was obviously faster than him. Even without Shang Dafeng's foresight, he was still the leader of the Demon Hunting Order and was at the top of the swordsmanship

Grandmaster.

The nail sword that was raised quickly blocked the parrying path of the folding knife, and the blade was forced off the trajectory.

Lorenzo realized something was wrong. Dense armor covered his body, and then the sharp nail sword stabbed Lorenzo's right shoulder. Under the terrifying power of the witcher, Lawrence stepped forward and could hear

Hearing the faint sound of steel, Lorenzo's armor was easily broken through, and it also pierced the silver-binding bolt under the body surface, directly penetrating it together with his flesh and blood.

The blade was as cold as a blizzard, and Lorenzo tried to fight back with his backhand, but Lawrence got close to Lorenzo and struck a hard elbow at the same time, hitting the joint of Lorenzo's arm, and the subsequent counterattack was forcibly interrupted.

Lorenzo gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain that penetrated him, and swung the folding knife with his right hand, forcing it past the limitations of the joint in a way that ordinary people could never do. Lawrence simply drew out the nail sword and imitated Lorenzo at the same time.

method, kicked him hard in the chest, and kicked him out directly.

In the end, one hand firmly grasped the edge of the roof, preventing Lorenzo from falling off the train.

Lawrence came at this moment holding a nailed sword, and he wanted to pursue the victory.

Knowing the disadvantage at this moment, Lorenzo immediately let go of his hand and disappeared into the snow again before Lawrence could arrive.

Standing on the edge of the car roof, with the endless cold wind passing by both sides of his body, Lawrence did not relax his vigilance. He knew clearly that Lorenzo would not give up.
To be continued...