The Amber Sword

In fact, at this time, Brando had the heart to prove himself with white crow swordsmanship, but he was also powerless. He couldn't resist a moment of powerlessness in his heart - this gray sword, St. Mayfist, was just as horrible as ever, and the sword pressed him so tightly that he couldn't give him any room to fight back.

Don't say white crow swordsmanship, Brando thought that if he had an extra move, he would be killed by the other party immediately. Though Mayfist was determined to capture him, swordsmanship fights are no joke after all.

Because both sides calculate that the other party will do its best, and if one party is to be killed by the other party by mistake, the situation itself is not as expected by Mayfist.

After all, who would have thought an opponent who fought for his life would joke about his life?

The Grey Sword Saint calculates that Brando must do everything in his power to resist each blow, because it is the only way to restrict this young man's actions, and in fact, Brando has surprised Mayfist.

He can now be sure that this young man is a genius, and not the average kind.

Not a proud young man who could walk three tricks in his hand, he hasn't seen it yet. Don't say that young people, many of whom have long been famous as Swordsmen, don't necessarily take their three swords so easily in the gold realm - after a fight, Mayfister sees Brando's approximate strength.

But the more so, the more certain he was that Veronica would not easily give up this young man, even in the Cruz Empire, the gold power of the early twenties, but also the dual genius of swordsmanship and tactics, was rare for hundreds of years.

Don't say Veronica, but he's a Cruz, unfortunately. The genius of the Cruz is his enemy.

Mayfister's face was cold, but the sword in his hand was a little faster.

And at this point Brando's heart, Otales, had just fallen asleep, and she said, “Come on, little guy, give me control of the body, this guy you can't handle. ”

“Is that all right?” Brando thought lightning fast.

“It's a little bit of a problem, you're way too far behind him, but at least there's nothing you can do about it. ”

“I mean, isn't it okay to impose this method - Lord Otales, didn't you say it was the right way to use the seal? ”

“Of course, it's been a good month or two since the last time, and a dozen minutes is not a big deal.” Otales replied with some pride, and she hummed softly: “What, do you look down on your sister? ”

“That's not true, Lord Otales,” Brando replied, thinking that this time he was in the main material world after all, but thinking that he had saved himself once in Butch Otales, he was also released: “Come on. ”

The exchange of minds between the two sides was completed in an instant, and the sword of Mayfister had just hit Brando's sword of the earth.

But in fact, it wasn't Brando himself who mastered his body at this time.

And just at that moment, Otales came out with three swords —— the sword of the earth turned into a black shadow in her hand, smashing, pressing, pressing, pressing, because it was so fast that it seemed to the outsiders that it was the sword of the earth, the sword of Harangaya, divided into three parts, simultaneously in contact with Mayfist's giant sword.

‘Ding--’, three swordfights turned into the same metal tremor.

Otales then retreated without a scratch from the sword of Grey Sword Saint. At this time, it was only a matter of seconds since they met.

Near left is a silent death silence.

The young people, not to mention the aristocracy of the Eruin mission in the distance, seemed to react at this time and realize what they had seen before.

Is that young man really an Eluyn?

Are the two guys still doing the swordsmanship of the universe?

Those aristocrats, though embarrassed, have, after all, some ability to join this mission, especially Roberon, who comes from prominent origins and whose natural insights are remarkable. He took a deep breath and immediately realized what -- that young man, I'm afraid, was Eruin's most remarkable genius in nearly three centuries, and could never be buried so unknowingly on the guy who didn't know where he was coming from.

Although Brando had just called the name of Saint Mayfist of the Grey Sword, there were many people in the world who had renamed it, and Roberon didn't realize it was normal for him to disappear for so many years.

It was just then that he suddenly ran out and shouted, "Sir, wait, he's not Crewe...”

He was trying to prove that Brando was not a Cruz, but he didn't realize that he was not finished, and that the swordsman who suddenly retracted the sword on his shoulder had already spoken.

St. Mayfist the Grey Sword picked out his eyebrows and looked at Brando with great interest; he didn't even look at Count Robert, who was too fat to yell at, but he interrupted the guy and said to Brando, "What a flashing sword, Gilt's descendant, a young man - you now have Cruz's secret swordsmanship, what else have you to say? ”

As soon as he said that, Eruin's envoy immediately dropped his chin on the ground.

Roberon stared at the young man, and there was a blank space in his head for a moment - Cruz's palace's secret swordsmanship flashing sword stems from the dragon family's heritage, much more famous than Eruin's White Crow swordsmanship, which was transformed from wind elf proximity swordsmanship.

If white crow swordsmanship is still possible, then only Gilt's immediate descendants can practise it in the history of Flash Sword, which belongs to the King of Fire, one of the pride of the Eagle Empire.

Not to mention St. Mayfist the Grey Sword at this time, even the wide-bodied Eluin nobleman who killed Brando all the way from the wolf disaster couldn't help wondering if this young nobleman was a Cruz.

Although Brando looks more like an Eruin.

But in fact, apart from the blonde blue eyes of the descendants of pure eagle knights, most of the Krutz resemble the Eruins, both of whom were born centuries ago to a nation.

Not to mention that Brando's mother was a Carnego, and his ancestors were an exiled nobleman of the Cruz, so he didn't seem very discernible.

And at this moment, Roberon suddenly had a flash in his heart.

No wonder!

No wonder this young man so mercilessly lectured the little princess with the leaf collar. No wonder he hit Veronica in the face. No wonder he didn't see the lion of Golden Toquinine.

Emotion This young man is originally a Cruz, and he's not a regular Cruz, and he flashes his sword, that is, the direct descendant of Gilt, the king of flames.

Cruz is not as old as Eruin was when the dynasty changed and the Corcova dynasty replaced the Sifah dynasty, because with the support of the Temple of Fire, it is only natural that the descendants of the Fire King have always ruled the Empire.

In summary, the foregoing.

That means this young man is not only a Cruz, he is also a Cruz!

Count Robert couldn't bear to lift his white, fat hands to sweat on his forehead when he thought they dared to rush to the trouble of a member of the Cruz royal family.

He paused and hesitated to say to Brando, "Baron, forgive me, but we shouldn't have offended you before--”

He didn't dare say directly that Brando was a Cruz to avoid being outraged, but in his view, Mayfist had recognized Brando's identity, so the inability to speak was in fact no different.

But when he opened his mouth, Otales looked this way without knowing the truth, and Brando put his soul back in his body at this point, he could hardly bear to vomit blood.

Nima, I can't wash myself off this jump into the Yellow River!

“Lord Otales,” he couldn't help but say, “You...”

“Why?” Otales stunned, not being a fool, hearing Mayfister's weird questioning and looking at that fat Roberon's suspicious attitude, naturally understood that he might have done something stupid.

But what she can't figure out is that the swordsmanship of Gilt, the king of flames, is also the swordsmanship of the righteous sage, or is it that the descendants of the king of flames have now reached the point where everyone shouts?

But it doesn't look like it either.

“Aren't you the Wind Elf? Why do you use the Flash Sword?” Brando asked impatiently, "Generally speaking, people use their best swordsmanship, don't they? ”

“That's right,” replied Otales, "but little guy, this body is your body after all. Most of the swordsmanship I study is for women. Gilter's swordsmanship is probably the best for you to play 10% of the power. ”

“In a situation like that, my sister can only defend herself with all her strength," she replied in her heart. “Besides, didn't you use the flashing sword last time in the Athletic Arena? ”

Brando almost bled again, and he thought Otales was an unexpected savior, but he didn't know what the most wrong decision was, and that was the most wrong decision.

But he also knew that the lady knight himself was not at fault, just that he couldn't think of such a coincidence if he wanted to break his head.

What a coincidence!

But now it makes no sense to say more, even Eruin's mission here is beginning to question his identity, and those half-humans and elves naturally do not have the ability to prove his identity.

Only Kuran, Antitina and Sydney knew the truth at this time, because they had seen him flashing his sword in the underground world.

But then again, can Kuran, Antina and Sy really be sure? Brando knew that he was also a mystery in their hearts.

Besides, even if the two ladies were willing to testify, St. Mayfist the Grey Sword at this time would surely believe that, after all, in the eyes of this sword, they were one of them.

Brando glanced over there.

Syd seemed to want to come up, but was caught by Antina. Brando was relieved by this move. He was really scared of Cecil's impulse. Mayfister didn't kill himself because he was useful. He wouldn't necessarily be able to show mercy to others.

And in fact, at this point Brando understands that there is only one way to prove his identity.

That is Her Royal Highness's silver brooch.

Real members of the Cruz Royal Family are unlikely to disguise themselves as members of the Knights of the Eruin Royal Family.

But it's obviously not appropriate to show Her Royal Highness the silver brooch here, and Brando looks around for a week and says to Otales, "Lord Otales, do you have any skills to increase speed? ”

“Naturally, why?” Otales answered as he guarded against Mayfister.

“Find a way to lure that guy out of here and into a deserted place.” Brando replied.

“Little fellow, you're so paranoid,” Otales shook his head: “He has so much power over you that I can only make up for it for a moment with skill--”

“Enough, the speed of St. Mayfist the Grey Sword is his weakness," Brando answered with certainty. “It's more than enough to get rid of him, though. ”

“Are you so sure?” The female knight was slightly flashed.

If Brando wanted to be uncertain, he couldn't get past the task of the black iron body, so he nodded, "Listen to me, Lord Otales, go west from here and lead him to a place. ”

Otales hesitated and nodded.

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