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The longer he looked, the h he couldn’t quite place it, the two of them didn’t seem to fit in the reality they occupied They were so around the way

No ure out why that was

Strange!

The Teruess was that theyThat must be why they seemed so odd

Meanwhile Lan Jue suy’s sleeve, the Terminator wondered?

Lan Jue’s expression became serious, almost solemn He’d clashed with the Terminator before, as well as the Violet Prince and Princess, but they had always had back-up A one-on-fight was rare, and it was his first ti someone so close to Nirvana

He didn’t rush to action Instead Lan Jue shut his eyes, and Qianlin seee, did so as well The surprises continued to assail the Terroeen his two young challengers

It started with their breath; even, long, and coordinated It quickly extended to their hearts, which beat in unison They ceased to be two separate people, and ! The sound snapped hihts The fine hairs on his body stood on end, galvanizing his focus It was a heavy and uncoement of the universe was leveled on his shoulders

Only once since becoh it only lasted a h to make his heart skip a beat

Lan Jue and Qianlin lifted their hands, and as if in response haloes of red and blue appeared around their heads Tords descended fro their brilliance as though they were alive They suppleled one another The Terasted

What swords were these? How could their power be so incredible? As a second-degree Paragon he sense Captus and Demortus differently than others The waves of influence within the in fact that he didn’t dare look into them too deeply The closest he could describe them was like active volcanoes that could rain fiery destruction on everything around the forward to His Majesty’s instruction” Lan Jue’s soft-spoken words were delivered, and then he made his hably slowly pressed his sword forward

The hty as a tidal wave It was both turbulent and h the Terminator could hear the roar of the sea In that roar he felt as though he would be sed up

In the same instant Lan Jue stepped forward, Qianlin made her first move With a sweep of her sword countless slashes of the sword’s energy were spat out in all directions They felt full, soth, sometimes with the consistency of rain on a tin roof All the while they blotted out the sky as they raced for the Terminator

“Excellent, a fine sword style!” The Ter a circle in the air in front of him A pitch-black orb appeared in that spot that was surrounded by a blazing yellow disk

It was a pocket diaon However, the Terminator soon discovered that he may have underestimated them

The first strikes to reach hih the sky in erratic fashion Light as feathers, they were nonetheless impossibly sharp

The Terminator sensed the manifestation of his Doenia was unable to deflect Lan Jue’s weapon, and on the contrary was actively severed by it

1 The text is a little more complicated This is a concept from a Sanskrit translation of the ‘Classic of the Heart’, a chant or spell s that blocked the heart’s powers