The Amber Sword

Veronica at this moment is no longer in the same timeless mood as before, when the first explosion broke her uniform and burned even a beautiful long blue hair several times. The blue hood that surrounded her also did not protect her well. The Kurdish goddess of war looked at Brando cold and cold. The importance of hair to women was self-evident. At this moment, Veronica Lin was in the mood to kill Brando.

She retracted her sword and the air currents around her disappeared, while the blade turned and her left three fingers stabbed Brando in the teeth with a sword on her right hand. A blue light swept straight towards Brando at the tip of the sword, and Brando reacted almost at the last minute, his head to the side, letting the sword light sweep past his cheek. The young lord rushed to the cheek for the pain of cold silk, knowing without thinking that the sword had already hurt his cheek.

“You are the nobleman of Eruin, and I remember,” said Cleric Amman, raising his finger to Brando, fingering a crossed aperture: “Heard you'd be heavenly armed? ”

Brando was surprised, but Amman's incessant sacrilege made him dare not move, and he looked at Veronica with hatred - this woman stabbed him out unexpectedly, which is quite different from the goddess of war in history, is he saying that he was wrong?

“I didn't say that.” Veronica just answered indifferently.

But she raised her eyebrows and remembered the sneaking of Fayna and others, and suddenly. Veronica answered facelessly, “But you can count on me, and I'm always there. ”

“Two adults, to bully young children, is such a thing to say?” Brando wiped the blood off his face and smiled coldly, saying so verbally, but he had already tightened his body and was ready to fight back. Today Veronica is bound to refuse to give up, and Amman is not bound to let him go easily, so let him go.

Brando sneered at Whiteson's teeth and stared at Amman coldly as if he were a wolf's eye, who could never be the one to hand over his destiny to others and compromise weakly to anyone.

“There is no difference between heresy - killing anyone who sees what is still possible.” Amman turned a blind eye to Brando's sword - the sword of the earth in the mouth of the Cruz noblemen - and the sword of the earth Harangua's fame was not merely spread among the mountains of Tokenin, and if he could get it, he would surely be further elevated in the temple.

As to whether Brando was a church person or not, it didn't seem to him to matter.

After words, the holy knockout glow on his fingers, the cross-shaped golden aperture suddenly grew larger, from which a flare of light fired directly at Brando. But when the blue light flashed, Veronica used the sword as a whip to pull the flare far away and hit the forest in the distance, a loud bang and a bright spot of light erupted in the foggy valley. Veronica turned around and said coldly:

“If you want to kill him, ask my permission, Lord Amman. ”

“Lord Veronica?” Amman flashed slightly. The clergyman, how clever, immediately came to understand: “I see, Lord Veronica, you must live. ”

Veronica couldn't resist, Brando backed off in the dark, and Amman and Veronica had the power of a chemistry element that made him one or two enemies somewhat unrealistic. He couldn't help but fight over the contradictions, but that was obviously impossible, and Amman was clearly a favorite in front of Veronica. He lowered his head and silently counted in his mind the time for the assault to cool down.

20, 19, 18…

A cold breeze blew through the canopy in the valley, and the forest sounded sandy, but the fog that surrounded it remained intact.

“Well, Lord Veronica,” Amman said at this time, "to force a heathen to van, it's best to grab him first, but it's easier to start with his peers than it is.” After that, the cleric turned his head to one side of the forest. When Brando saw Amman looking in that direction, his face suddenly changed and Sy fled, Amman's intentions were self-evident.

Veronica said softly 'um’, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“Die!” Brando couldn't hold it any longer, dragging the sword of the earth straight to Amman.

But Amman turned around this time and smiled at him cunningly —— obviously, it was you who waited. A white halo appeared on the priest of the Temple of Fire. The halo flashed from head to foot, and the priest disappeared into thin air. The next moment, he appeared behind Brando, with a red light shining through his hands.

This is not cleric magic!

Brando was truly slight this time, but hundreds of years of warrior experience played a role in this moment, and he avoided Amman with instinct at almost a thousand shots, which he thought was bound to hit. The red light flew out against Brando's hair and fell into the shrub, flashing red light, immediately jumping out of a flame in the bush.

But Brando leaned forward, and he was surprised —— the clergy usually had no other spells than sacred spells, but that was clearly not any of the sacred spells Brando was familiar with. It's more like space, but Amman's element is the iron wall, which he knows very well, and Brando pushes forward, and the grinning cleric pushes forward:

“Sacred Words • Binding! ”

Brando was cold to hear about the spell, and he couldn't escape it at all, and as a golden subordinate there was some reluctance to resist elementary grade spells. Now the only thing he seems to be able to do is pray to Martha, hoping that the adult hasn't completely forgotten. But since entering the rings of the wind, it has not seemed like Martha was protecting the powerful enemy in succession.

But when it comes to protection, Brando suddenly has a glimmer of light in his head.

The golden light in Amman's hand stabbed forward, but the next moment a light door suddenly opened between the young lord and Amman, a strong white deer walked out, the cleric's spell was hitting the white deer's front chest - according to the theory, the white stag was not solid, if the physical attack must pass directly, unfortunately Amman not only performed the spell, but also the sacred spell.

White deer statues happen to be sacred magical objects of holy attributes, and the summoning of white deer is no exception. Holy Words • When a white deer is struck, it dissipates immediately, without even the most elementary restraint effect.

“Saint White Deer!” Amman never dreamed that Brando would play this hand with himself, but when he did, bad luck came.

There was a sudden wind in the forest at that moment.

This sudden wind turned the three of us unconsciously--

“Lord, look out!” There was an anxious cry in the forest. The red-haired girl had been hiding far from the battlefield so that she could meet up after Brando escaped, but I didn't expect Brando to be kept. She was willing to go back and help, but worried that her incompetence would drag Brando away instead. But the furthest away from this moment, she was the first to see the situation on the battlefield.

She saw a giant white head suddenly appearing above the fog - one of the heads of the saint's dragon.

Veronica was also the second to notice the changes around her, and she was preparing to fight on Brando's retreat, but a sudden warning sign appeared in her heart that saved her life. She subconsciously retracted her sword, and the blade of the blue sky flashed, and dozens of green aircurrents immediately surrounded her body to form an air hood. This move saved her life because the Saint's Dragon had raised her head high and bit her down.

The fog-formed blade tooth ‘bang’ slammed into the hood around her body and broke open; while the other blade tooth bit Brando's nose almost directly over the ground, scaring the young lord into a cold sweat even though he was unharmed.

Only Amman had the worst luck of the three, one blade teeth bit him in the back and instantly hit him in the robe. If the last layer of protection provided by the Cleric Robe had not saved his life, Amman would have met Gilt, the King of Fire, immediately. But even so, he was struck out from afar, the whole person rolled a few laps in the middle of the air, and then fell to the ground. When he landed, a grey gem fell out of his collar and rolled down a few times in the grass beside him.

Only the nearest Brando and Veronica saw the scene, not even Amman himself, who had fallen into a coma, let alone the knights of the distant temple.

“Little guy!” Otales suddenly screamed, “That stone looks familiar! ”

Brando only recovered from the previous scare, but it was also a heartbeat to hear that, as the Spirit of the Wartime of Saints, Otales' insight was self-evident, not to mention that even she had only some impressions, not to mention from what era. Amman, where did this guy get this stuff? But he didn't have time to be surprised, because the Saints' Dragon had attacked them frantically by this time.

This huge thing couldn't hit, and immediately three more of its heads appeared on top of the fog.

Six pairs of red eyes immediately locked everyone present.

And then, together, they make a shocking howl, and they start attacking these tiny ants in the forest ——

But when the three heads started attacking, Brando was surprised to find that they were all headed for Amman and Veronica, and none of the attacks were directed against him. He lay cautiously on the ground, not even daring to breathe an extra breath of atmosphere. Although the fog was not a true ancestral beast, its strength itself could not be diminished. As soon as it was attacked by its changing saints, Amman and Veronica immediately fell into a bitter battle, and even those prep knights of the temple wanted to go forward and rescue their clerics, but two fell between their eyes.

Brando doesn't know why this is happening, but this is a great opportunity for him to miss, and he immediately rolls over a distance from a few positions quietly under the bush and climbs up ready to escape the battlefield.

“Stop right there!” Although Veronica was resisting the attack of the Saint's Dragon, her attention had been focused on Brando, who was ready to flee immediately and was at a loss. Female Sword Saint forwards a sword, a sword beaming at Brando, unfortunately she also knew that this blank sword could not have hit the young man at all and could only watch Brando run further away.

She wanted to chase, then just lifted her legs, and the huge heads of the two saints stopped in front of her.

“Bastard! ”

Veronica bit the tooth curse for the first time.

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(PS: Basically, hey, that's painful. But at least it won't break again. Hey, it's been a long time.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)