The Amber Sword

“Boy!” Kuran shot the air wall - knowledge and skill are the same thing, one can put a swordsmanship in various ways, and the number of offensive roads is backwards - but this is different from years or even more of hands-on practice.

I'm afraid it's hard for Cullen to do Brando, even if he ‘understands’ the myriad types of swordsmanship right now. He had the same experience himself, but Victory had learned a lot from decades of practice, and he wanted to remind himself that Brando might be able to beat those opponents.

So he shouted, "Don't worry about what's in your head, I'll tell you how to use what you've learned -- whose swordsmanship are you learning? ”

But the old man didn't expect Brando to ignore him at all.

In fact, the young man was a little upset at the moment. At first, if Kuran had not interfered, he would not have almost lost his credit; but he understood that the other party was trying to help him. There was no overestimation in his mind, but at this time he would not have made the same mistake again anyway.

One is unnecessary, and the enemy has come before him.

It's also Alberton, Buga in front, his grandfather in the back with Tester, and it looks like these projections are trying to push him into desperation again with the same tactics —— which is a good way, Brando has already felt his body getting heavier —— which is a sign of weakness.

But the situation is a little different now.

As soon as Brando was silent, he chose one of the many swordsmanship techniques that best suited his situation at the moment. He was not unfamiliar with this swordsmanship. A friend of his used to be such a master, he had invested in several levels himself, but did not follow his main route and finally gave up.

But it wasn't right, and it seemed unexpected. Brando swayed the tip of the sword slightly, entering the state with a very familiar gesture.

“Little guy!” The woman's voice was slightly surprised in his heart that a sword technique that had never been touched at all had a pattern in her hand, which was not easy.

“What?” Brando answered as if he were a bystander.

“Your swordsmanship talent is so enviable. He's the only one who can match you.” The woman sighed, and her slightly sighing voice could soften her mind.

Brando doesn't know who the guy is in her mouth, but it's not necessarily Gilt, the king of flames, in the cold light of elves. As far as he knows, Gilt was given the title of genius when he was younger, and you know that title was not as shrinking as it is now in the years when the stars of the Battle of the Saints came together.

His mind fluttered, pointing to the enemy's sword tip, but he could not move. Brando had this moment as if he had a clear feeling that he was divided into two...

One who is about to confront the enemy, one who is calmly thinking about all of this, and two who do not interfere with each other, constitute a dynamic balance.

A delicate balance.

That feeling was as if time had been stretched, everything around him had become tiny and sophisticated, his mind had slowed down, and the people around him had slowed down.

The enemy in the ring is slowly starting and rushing towards him. The eyes of the teenagers off the field slowly moved as they moved, Kuran patted the air wall and yelled at him on the other side of the ring.

“Boy!” The old man shouted, "Listen to me, don't be strong, no one can master the new swordsmanship from the beginning...”

But the old swordsman's voice stopped before he had finished speaking.

Because he saw Brando suddenly move, and the young man just swayed the sword in his hand a little bit, and then the next moment, he split into four parts.

It wasn't a splitting technique, but Brando's moves came to an extreme at that moment, as if four Brandos were simultaneously attacking his grandfather, Tester, Budja and Alberton.

Ding, ding, ding, dinging, dinging four crisp sounds from one moment to the next.

Or horizontally or vertically, Brando crossed a sword with four opponents, and the five stepped back at the same time. Instead of fulfilling their intended purpose, this attack allowed Brando to move a little further.

This is the sword art of the wind elf, recognized by the old man.

Wind Dance--

It's just that he can't believe that the young man just used it? Skilled like practicing for years, no, not even as simple as practicing. The old man, as a skilled swordsman, of course understands what simplicity means when Brando takes a sword without a hint of modification.

Experience in action!

Kuran's slapping on the air wall stopped a moment ago, and if he could stare out his eyes, he thought his eyes must have fallen to the ground by now.

Martha's up! What kind of gift is that? Old people feel like they've got a headache, like their brains are hanging together by something —— how can this exist in this world?

He wasn't the only one who felt that way, especially with Brando's four opponents. Skills became the key to victory as power was confined to the same level, but now they find - this young man's swordsmanship has become obviously uncertain.

That's a bone change.

The four of them retreated, but continued their assault with a slight glimmer. They are all famous swordsmen who naturally understand that only by constantly putting pressure on Brando at this time, without giving him a chance to breathe, will he be able to grind to death.

This time it was Brando's grandfather, the strongest of the four, who was naturally under the greatest pressure. As soon as he laid his sword flat, the others immediately understood what he meant - surround, keep the pressure.

In doing so, the old man could say that he had abandoned his intention of winning with a sword, but instead used this near-defensive repression to win, which, while seemingly despicable, was the best option.

When Brando saw this scene, he was surprised and couldn't help but ask himself who his grandfather really was, and this level of command did not seem like the ability a veteran deserved.

But four people, on the other hand, seemed conservative and on the other hand crowded, and Brando's battle had totally shaken everyone off the field.

Especially in the hearts of those teenagers, this young lord is expected to be equated with the legendary gods of war.

But the old man flattened the sword, and Brando flattened the sword, but he didn't flatten the sword for defense, but for the start of a sword technique.

The Tyjas' Raid Sword Technique--

Brando's surprise when he found this sword from a woman's skill list was so overflowing that the long sword in his hand trembled slightly that it was the sword he was most familiar with as a level 130 warrior than Eruin's military swordsmanship.

He also used the most swordsmanship.

Historically, this swordsmanship was later learned by the Northerners and gradually circulated. After a few improvements, it came up with a new name - the offensive swordsmanship of the Church Knight Nation of Grace!

Brando gently releases the flat sword and thinks, let me show you what swordsmanship is.

And then he moved, and that moment was clearly his grandfather in front of him, but Tester immediately discovered with horror that Brando was the first person to find him —— him.

How did he get around?

This is the same thought in everyone's mind at that moment. Even the gray-haired old man turned around stunned, but all he saw was Brando's sword stabbing into Tester's throat.

“What are you doing? ”

The old man stayed, he couldn't help but ask Buga and Alberton with his eyes, even if Brando had bypassed him, how could Brando have killed Testo so easily under the bag of two?

But Buga and Tester responded with the same innocent eyes.

Too soon.

They had just reacted, and Brando, with one sword, opened the bayonet in Tester's hand, and then another sword pierced the young Viscount's throat.

“Little guy,” the woman looked at the scene with some surprise: “This is not my sword art. ”

“I improved it.” Brando spoke out loud.

At the same time he answered, the sword in his hand was not slow. Brando moved forward, stopping Alberton and Buga in front of him as if they were children, even their proud swordsmanship became a scene for children, and the young man's offense was as fast as a dragon, and one turn broke through the circle between his grandfather and two swordsmen.

When Buga and Alberton tried to find Brando again, the old man frowned and stabbed him, trying to seal Brando's sword from behind to Alberton.

But he soon found out it was a trap.

Because Brando's sword was divided into three parts in front of him, the old man retreated immediately, and the sword in his hand, left and right, threw a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

This time it was Brando's turn to be surprised, he looked at his grandfather almost unbelievable, although without the support of physical qualities, he could play the swordsmanship level of the year up to eleven eleventh and two, but everyone here is the same, no one can get there better than anyone.

And his grandfather had just sealed his swords, at least at the sixtieth level.

Brando's big mouth, which means that his grandfather was the one who made the elements? How is that possible? He thinks this hypothesis is ridiculous. Would a strong man with a catalytic element run to the border and run a small mill?

Not that there is no such possibility, but in his - Brando's memory, his grandfather was just a veteran of the November war, that's all.

He looked at the old man in front of him, and the old man looked at him.

But all of a sudden, his grandfather changed his face: "Don't...! ”

This is the first time this grandfather Brando's projection has been opened, because he saw Buga from behind ready to attack the young man. Naturally, he didn't do it to remind Brando, he did it to remind the Master of the Cross Sword.

Too bad it's a little late.

Buga crossed Brando - to be exact, Buga's body without a head crossed Brando.

And nobody saw how Brando did it.

“It's just a trick. ”

The young man looked at his‘ grandfather ’and said so.

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