Tywin was shocked. He thought the girl had been dealt with long ago, so he didn't pay much attention to her. Now he was surprised to see her standing in front of him. He quickly explained, "Wait, Ali, there must be some misunderstanding. I treated you well at the beginning..."

Arya's eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, as if burning with an unquenchable rage. She bit her lip and said coldly, "I have no interest in money and status. The only thing I want is to take away your sinful life!" After that, she raised the crossbow again without hesitation, and the crossbow arrow pointed directly at Tywin's heart.

Tywin's face suddenly became extremely ugly, so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. He never expected that this seemingly weak girl in front of him would be so determined to kill him. At this moment, Tywin shouted loudly: "Wait a minute!" There was a hint of confusion and helplessness in his tone, "If you insist on killing me, can you at least let me know why?"

Arya's eyes were cold. She stared at Tywin and answered word by word: "You really should know why. My name is Arya Stark, and Eddard Stark is my father. He once warned me that we must never be merciful to our enemies. And you, Tywin Lannister, are my enemy. As for hatred! The North has never forgotten! Now, die!"

Before she could finish, Arya quickly released the spring of the crossbow. In an instant, a sharp crossbow arrow rushed out like lightning, cutting through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistle, and flew straight towards Tywin.

However, at this thrilling moment, Tywin suddenly turned sideways at an astonishing speed and raised his arms to protect his head and face. The crossbow arrow instantly pierced his left arm, and the severe pain almost made him faint. But unexpectedly, Tywin not only did not retreat, but endured the pain and rushed towards Arya like a cannonball.

Arya was startled and quickly dodged backwards, but Tywin was very fast and stretched out his big hand to grab Arya. But Arya's reaction speed was beyond ordinary people. She swung the crossbow in her hand quickly and powerfully, smashing towards Tywin like a fierce hammer.

There was a crisp "crack!" sound, and the crossbow instantly shattered, with fragments flying everywhere. Tywin was severely injured, his body suddenly tilted backwards, and he rolled over in a mess, knocking over the dining table next to him. There was a wound on his forehead, and blood flowed down his cheek, but he did not stop, but quickly wiped the blood with the back of his hand.

At this moment, Tywin was secretly glad that he had completed part of his plan. He grabbed the shield with the emblem of the family's honor hanging on the wall and held it tightly against his chest, trying to resist further attacks from Arya.

However, the clever Arya had already seen through Tywin's intention. She stood on tiptoe lightly, hooked the one-handed sword that fell to the ground with one foot, and easily picked it up. In an instant, the long sword was unsheathed, shining with cold light, and the tip of the sword pointed at Tywin obliquely, exuding a chilling aura. At the same time, the once majestic golden crossbow has now become a pile of broken parts, lying quietly on the ground.

Tywin's eyes were full of vigilance and solemnity, and he stared at Arya in front of him. In fact, his attention was more focused on the various weapons hanging on the wall: boar spears, long-handled axes... Unfortunately, these weapons don't seem to be very suitable for the current situation. Tywin was once a powerful warrior, but as time goes by, even the most powerful creatures can hardly escape the baptism of time. When the body gradually ages, all attributes will decline significantly, even dragons are no exception. Even so, at the age of 68, he is still able to lead the army to fight, which is rare!

He had an arrow wound on his left arm and thigh, and blood was slowly flowing out of the wounds, as if it was taking away his already limited strength. He gritted his teeth, used the shield in his hand to protect his body, and then relied on his tenacious willpower, dragged his heavy steps, and moved towards the door bit by bit with difficulty.

Arya tightly grasped the long sword in her hand, her eyes as sharp as a hawk, staring at Tywin's every move. She knew very well that although Tywin was seriously injured at the moment, his danger was not reduced at all. If we only talk about physical fitness, I am afraid I am still slightly inferior to him.

Tywin moved forward slowly, trying his best, and every step seemed to take a lot of energy. Finally, he came to the door and reached out to hold the door handle.

However, at this moment, Arya, who had been ready to strike, suddenly rushed up like the wind, raised her sword high and chopped down Tywin's arm fiercely.

In a flash, Tywin was keenly aware of Arya's move. At the critical moment, he twisted his body and swung his shield to hit Arya. There was a loud "bang" and the shield hit the door heavily. Then, Arya quickly changed her moves, turned her wrist, and swept the long sword across, directly hitting Tywin's neck. Faced with this sudden attack, Tywin quickly raised his shield to try to resist this fierce attack. However, due to the injury on his left hand, his movements were slow and the shield failed to completely block the sword. Sparks flew, and the long sword passed through the shield, leaving a bloody mark on Tywin's abdomen.

Tywin took a few steps back, staggered and fell backwards. The damage of the sword was deeper than he had imagined. He widened his eyes and spat out a stream of blood. He made a final effort: "Arry, I took you in at Harrenhal and treated you well. You can't do this to me. Besides, it was Joffrey who killed your father. He is dead."

Arya said disdainfully: "Everyone knows that Joffrey is your grandson. It is because of your support that he can persecute us unscrupulously. Your son Jaime hacked my father, your daughter killed the king, and ordered the killing of all the Stark followers. It was because of her that I wandered outside, and it was your men who attacked the Night's Watch and locked me in a cage like an animal." After that, she stabbed out with a sword, which sank into Tywin's chest.

When Tywin was hit by the sword, he twisted his body to avoid the vital part, and the tip of the sword pierced his left shoulder blade. Tywin held the sword tightly, not caring about the blood on his palm, and kicked Arya's chest hard. Then he staggered to his feet, gritted his teeth and pulled the long sword from his body, crossed his sword and shield and stared at the front.

Arya didn't expect Tywin's fierce counterattack. She was kicked four or five meters away. She did a backflip and landed lightly on the wall. She touched her chest with her hand. It was still painful even through a layer of armor. The old lion has been in the Seven Kingdoms for many years. Even if he is seriously injured, he should not be underestimated. I am a little too proud of myself. I should end the battle quickly. There are other goals to be solved. I can't waste time.

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