Michael looked at his daughter, then at Miranda, with a struggling look on his face: "I..."

Miranda interrupted.

"You can't make up your mind, and you can't be an enemy of your own daughter," she said calmly, her eyes always staying on Chloe's face: "Being here will only make the situation worse."

"Then let me do it."

Michael was stunned.

He looked at his daughter, but Chloe didn't pay any attention to him and just stared at Miranda.

Finally, Michael sighed deeply and turned to leave.

Michael's figure is getting further and further away.

Miranda took a slight step forward.

Chloe also walked towards her.

The two female swordsmen faced each other in silence.

"You've changed a lot, you all have," Miranda broke the silence, calling her friend's nickname softly: "Ashe."

Chloe's face moved slightly.

"You and Raphael."

Chloe looked at her friend at the same time quietly.

"Not everyone is as unchanged as Cohen." After a while, Croash smiled: "Mira."

Miranda shook her head.

"you are wrong."

"Cohen used to be very cheerful and optimistic," Miranda said calmly, "but he was far less deliberate and exaggerated than he is now."

Crowley looked stunned.

Miranda continued to whisper: "He has also changed, trying to hide and deny some things he is unwilling to face with that heartless smile."

Miranda raised her eyes.

"And you, Ai Xi?" The girl from the Allende family looked solemnly into her friend's eyes: "What are you hiding and what are you denying?"

The two of them stopped at the same time - one more step forward, and they would be within the attack range.

Crowley didn't answer.

"Or let me ask in another way," Miranda said calmly: "Why do you play for Rumba?"

"Don't tell me about 'honor', 'loyalty', 'repay' and 'ambition'," Miranda shook her head decisively before the other party spoke: "From what I understand, these things are not enough to make you betray your friends and betrayal of your beliefs.

, betraying the pride of being a Northlander."

Chloe looked at her old friend with a complicated expression.

A few seconds later, the Exeter girl sneered: "This is not the right way to ask questions."

Miranda raised her eyebrows.

She glanced at the other person's left wrist - it was a wound made by herself and was wrapped with a bandage.

And his abdomen, where he was injured by Kroesi, was still aching.

"Very well," Miranda chuckled, "Then let's talk."

In front of Croache, Miranda's face became solemn, she threw away her sword and her eyes flashed coldly:

"In the swordsman's way."

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A strange rustling sound came.

"Devil's flesh and blood," Kaslan frowned, looking at Raphael struggling to get up from the ground, his eyes resting on his arms that didn't understand the surge: "Sure enough, just like the legend, he recovered so quickly.

"

Raphael exhaled slowly and shook his arms: "Are you ready for the next round?"

Kaslan just looked at him quietly.

"It must be uncomfortable, kid." After a while, the old man sighed: "There is always a price to pay for living with limbs that don't belong to you."

Raphael's expression changed.

The next moment, the young man suddenly burst into violence!

Clang.

There was a metallic sound and the sword was unsheathed!

The speed is so fast that it is almost difficult to react.

But Kaslan didn't move his soul-killing gun at all, letting it lean against the wall and watching coldly as the enemy's sword edge got closer and closer to his face.

The next moment, the old man suddenly tilted his head, and his body dodged the direction of the sword's thrust.

Raphael snorted in his heart.

At that moment, the power of termination in his body was stimulated at the same time as that thing, bursting out with unusual strength and speed!

In the gap that ordinary people could not detect, the muscles and bones of Raphael's whole body were groaning in pain and under tremendous pressure.

At that moment, Raphael's body speed and strength increased to the extreme, completing an impossible change of direction, and the sword edge turned sharply!

Make sure to get in Kaslan's dodge path and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

This is the inspiration he got from the Pegasus movement - forcing the enemy to dodge, and then using his unique finishing power and physical advantage to turn abruptly at the moment when it is impossible to change moves, killing the enemy unexpectedly

.

Simple, direct, and often effective.

But the next second, Kaslan moved his steps expressionlessly and kicked the soul-killing gun on the wall.

The soul-killing gun flickered and then slipped away.

In the process of falling, it slowly rotates with two-thirds of the gun body as the axis.

Raphael's expression changed drastically!

There was no other reason than that: the blade of the soul-killing gun fell on the path he took after he transformed!

Following this trajectory - Raphael was inexplicably frightened: before killing Kaslan, he would be hit by a gun blade as he was unable to stop his momentum.

That's...

Soul-killing.

At that moment, the power of termination that Raphael had activated was reversed again and forcefully collided with the things in his body.

Raphael took two painful steps, abruptly stopping his body's tendency to change direction.

The inertia tortured his bones, and Raphael almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The gun blade scratched a piece of his sleeve.

But Kaslan's fist had already reached his chest!

Raphael knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, and the thing in his body cooperated like never before, bursting out energy at any cost.

His right hand swelled with a strange rustling sound, and his blood vessels dilated, blocking Kaslan's fist.

Boom!

But Raphael's expression changed again - Kaslan's fist was light and weak.

Sure enough, the next moment, Kaslan turned his fist into a palm, grabbed Raphael's sleeve, pushed him in the original direction, and pushed him suddenly!

Raphael lost his balance and fell to one side.

What shocked him inexplicably was that Kaslan pushed him in the direction where the soul-killing gun fell.

The tip of the gun was pointed directly at him.

Raphael had no support and could no longer dodge the gun blade.

The ferocious tip of the soul-killing gun was getting closer and closer to his face.

At that moment, Raphael decisively let go of the long sword in his left hand, and the blood vessels in his left arm became swollen and turned dark!

His left hand instantly drew back and punched the soul-killing gun.

Before the gun blade cuts the tip of his nose, knock this notorious weapon away!

thump!

Raphael fell to the ground, coughing out another mouthful of blood in pain, but he did not dare to stop and rolled backwards twice in embarrassment to avoid Kaslan's attack range.

Bang!

The soul-killing gun fell to the ground and kept making noises.
To be continued...