The Amber Sword

The Phantom Knight has discovered the movement here, turning the horse's head silently, with a long gun, under the night like an air wrapped in an ice fog, rolling immediately to both sides, forming a vacuum strip area. Brando immediately pushed the tiger away and rolled himself over to the other side, bang, bang, bang, the vacuum area forward, blocking its tall tree from bursting in turn - as if an invisible knife had split it it from it and the wood chips were flying.

The Ghost Knight dropped his hand and a path that was more than ten feet wide appeared in the forest, with no further separation between Brando and it.

Spirit Gun.

Damn, you don't have to come up here to amplify the trick! Brando couldn't help but scold, he wiped a cold sweat from his head, he wanted to lose his sight of it. When he saw the Ghost Knight lift his right hand, he realized it was wrong - the Spirit Gun had anti-breaking properties and, like his White Raven sword, it had the ability to increase the range of attack. If they hadn't avoided it in time before, it was estimated that he and Tiger Bird would have left only two cold ice corpses, so as to provoke something, it would be a joke.

Tiger Bird is also very nervous, he has only heard the legend about the ghost knight's horror, but when he can really face it, he finds the other party more difficult than he imagined. He couldn't help but spit, thinking he was nearly middle-aged and fighting like a hairy boy. The world is changing so fast. He couldn't help but glance at Brando and see the young man's face tenacious, seemingly unmoved by the Ghost Knight's sharp attack, and couldn't help but breathe a breath of cold air.

“We can't fight it.” After all, Tiger Bird is an old mercenary with a lot of combat experience who instantly figured out how to contrast me and then lay on the other side shouting at Brando.

But Brando only gave him a quiet gesture.

He raised a short bow with his hands —— young people can already see the horrible spirit of power at this moment -- like a classical knight walking down on the rolls of Vaughn's recent masters, dressed in Gothic decks, covered in a veil of fluorescence. Not even a sitting horse, but not a horse, but an evil spirit. The gun in the knight's hand is like a long silver shuttle, held tight in the middle by it, with a long tip pointing to the ground and a clear silver wire extending from the end.

That's the error of the soul element haunting the spear for vision.

When exposed to the Golden Rank, fighters, magicians, knights and other professions began to show more or less the power of the elements.

The tiger climbed up from the ground and tried to stop Brando from doing his next move, trying to pull him back. In the eyes of this mercenary captain, his lord or summoner is insane, and they are not rivals of that monster at all. The ghost knight has shown strength far beyond his perception of the average golden inferior.

But Brando was deaf to his cry, and the young man mounted a silver arrow, aiming slightly, and then loosened the string.

The cracked arrow drew a staring curve over the head of the Phantom Knight, banging behind it, but a silver mist just slightly rubbed over the monster's left shoulder, stirring a white frost there. Brando couldn't help but blush and cough to conceal his embarrassment - he remembered that he was only one weapon savvy now, and was no longer an expert fighter with more than forty levels of bowing. But even this blowing of the ice arrow slowed the Ghost Knight down a little, albeit extremely limited, but the spear it waved for the second time missed, a silver band of light over the heads of two people, and the tiger turned back - seeing the crown disappear blindly behind him for a moment, leaving only a bare stake.

He opened his mouth and could barely breathe. Rubis Mercenary is a brave battle, but this battle is beyond his knowledge. Is this a human self-propelled cannon?

Three seconds.

While Brando was relieved to realize that Tiger Bird was not concerned about his shooting problems, he meditated and put his finger on the short bow string again. The Gun of the Spirit is extremely depleting of the fire of the Spirit. The Ghost Knight enters cooling twice in a row. This is not the first time he has dealt with such dead spirits, so the mind knows it before it can calm down. He held a short flat bow, this time extending his aim, a move that looked like death to a tiger bird, but Brando was half kneeling on the ground like a stone - the tattoo didn't move.

He's got three seconds.

The second ice crack arrow came out of hand and still missed, while the third target hit the Ghost Knight's waist - the silver crushed ice powder blew up - and the grey mist covered its half body. Brando saw on his retina readings that he had inflicted 13 points of damage, almost equal to fur for a Phantom Knight, although the armor was covered with ice cream, which extended the Dead Spirit's strike and stop delay by 12.5% each.

Brando was relieved, just as he remembered the effect of the ice crack arrow. Although the Phantom Knight is a spirit, the Magic Arrow is not a physical attack, and therefore does not suffer the penalty of loss. It is unfortunate that only one pair of elements makes the sisters themselves too low, otherwise the target rate will be reduced by at least half. But that's enough. I still have four arrows.

“Effective?” Tiger Bird is also old, although he can't see the data as intuitively as Brando, but the Ghost Knight moves a little slower and he immediately sees Tian Ni.

“Bullshit.” Brando didn't have the guts to say that he knew this guy could only stay behind his legs.

“But even so, we are not opponents of it, Lord. ”

“So what do you say? ”

“Let's retreat, I'd rather fight the Black Fire than this guy!” Tiger Bird shouted.

Brando was too lazy to ignore him and simply reached out and threw another bunch of blue magic arrows at the tiger bird. The mercenary captain picked it up subconsciously and stunned for a moment, asking: "What? ”

“Bullshit, of course, help me. Are you staying for soy sauce? ”

Though Tiger Bird doesn't know what soy sauce means, he can also guess that Brando was dissatisfied with his previous performance. This mercenary captain is rarely blushing, but can't help but defame his heart. He wants to think that everyone is just like you, Lord Lords, can face these horrors to death, face to face like human self-propelled guns do not change colors, do not know if this is bold or foolish.

But to think of it, the Rubies, who have been mercenaries for generations, still worship the courageous and courageous warrior, who does not speak orally of his own summoner, but naturally generates the idea of oral heart.

At this point, Brando has shot the fourth ice crack arrow in three seconds, hitting the right shoulder of the Ghost Knight, causing the armor to be covered with a thick layer of ice crystal. The Ghost Knight's operational efficiency has been reduced by more than 30%. At this time, the average person is afraid to beat down the water dog with joy, but the young man silently dragged his mercenary captain away.

His front foot just walked away, and the rear Ghost Knight and his Evil Horseman actually turned and began to accelerate - not just a general accelerated pursuit, but the most common skill for knights and warriors.

Brando also activated his strike skills.

It's like a black line and a silver line chasing each other in the woods, and although there's only one moment, that scene is almost bizarre. It's like a still, dark canvas with a striking silver and white line stretching indefinitely along a black straight line. The picture is still, the time is still, everything is still, but both lines are moving forward.

One chase, one run.

When Brando stopped, Tiger Sparrow could barely speak: “Lord, that's...”

“Attack, knight's must-have skills.” Brando took a look at him: "As a hundred-war Rubies mercenary, you wouldn't even know that. ”

“No, I mean, my lord, how did you know it would strike at that time...”

“Ah, in the mountains of Orkesh, the main opponent of the Horsemen is the Ghost Knight. Didn't I tell you this story?” Brando replied distracted, in fact, he was so nervous that he didn't even know what he was talking about that he would accidentally die fighting, and to be honest, he was scared to jump. He turned around and saw that the Ghost Knight had stopped at almost the same moment - that beautiful monster, gracefully close to purity, whose long, silver-covered gloves tightened the rope and lit two pale flames under his mask, looking in this direction.

That look seemed to be the same kind of question-- who are you? Looks like a tough opponent? Where are you from?

The distance between them was almost 100 meters before they began to chase each other away, but it was only 50 meters at the moment, and Brando found himself expecting no more than a meter of error.

He almost relied on instinct to fight.

Warrior instincts.

……

In fact, not only did the tiger not believe his words, but when the two straight lines divided the forest into two parts, Antitina couldn't help but whisper. The mercenaries behind her were silent - Brando and the Ghost Knight acted exactly as judged, as if the latter could not escape the eyes of the former. In fact, when the scene happened almost a second after it happened, they reacted, how dangerous everything that had happened before.

Roman held his lips and his crystalline eyes looked in that direction, flashing a small layer of exciting light in his eyes.

“The young generation of the Knights of the Highlands of Karasou, if that were the case, Eruin would have been a first-class power!” The nobleman took a short breath: “This liar...”

But the truth is that Brando is not as optimistic as she is, the Ghost Knight is fast, the other side has one minute to cool down, and the fire of the soul is getting stronger again, not to mention that it's much more than that. As soon as the young man stopped, he made a gesture with the tiger bird to keep up with him. The two flew quickly around a lowland in the middle of the valley, and the staggered rocks prevented the Ghost Knight from taking advantage of horseback riding.

But Brando didn't stand back, and the ice crack arrow worked to buy him time, and now he needs to spend it --

“Tiger bird. ”

“In.”

“With the arrow of the wind. ”

“What?”

Brando made a gesture, and the latter stunned and immediately took the lead.

Although the mercenary captain had been opposed to engaging the monster, at the moment he found himself seemingly subconsciously integrated into the battle.

……

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