The Amber Sword

Dejar, who emerged from behind the Marquis of Uxi, grew in shape and inherited the height of the cheeks of the Anlek Mountains, although the most extraordinary was his finger, which grew by a quarter more than the ordinary man. In response to the old saying that the stranger was an inhuman, Eagle Dejar was one of the three most famous swordsmen in the province of Anlek. The early master came from Olive, the famous master of swordsmanship in Ota, and later emerged from the Blue Own Eagle Swordsmanship and became a master.

Dejar used a narrow, sharp sword that facilitated the assault, which was as sly as a snake and coincided with his swordsmanship.

“I just don't know what he's trying to do with his alias Kagbo appearing next to the Marquis of Yuki.” Brando shrugged and raised his sword, but behind him Princess Magdalene grabbed him: “Sir, this man has the elements to show strength, I'm afraid you're not his opponent...”

Brando knew who the nun was next to him at this time, and listened to her advice to dissuade him from his passion. I have long heard of the mild and kind character of this historical nun princess, who, in the name of the Temple, had hosted a large number of war refugees during the civil unrest in Eruin, but unfortunately the good guys failed to repay her. She was also said to have had an extremely tragic end, as if she had been poisoned by her own husband.

Brando sighed in his heart and smiled slightly: “How do you know I'm not his opponent? ”

“You...” The princess opened her beautiful brown eyes and thought that she was worried about him.

Dejar put his sword on the edge and got impatient, "Ready? ”

“Wait a minute.” The nun said to stop, she turned her head to stare at the bloody Marquis Yuxi, “The Marquis ordered people to fight on his behalf, but our side was fighting personally, according to the rules of the aristocracy, the gentleman could ask for more bets! ”

Marquis Yuxi grinded his teeth and stretched out his left hand, and immediately a servant next to him ran carefully to remove a ring from his hand. The Marquis nodded, indicating that the servant would present the ring, and he said, "Well, here's my bet. Now can the duel begin?” When he spoke in secret, he looked poisonously at Magdalene and Brando like a snake.

Brando did not know that there was this in the noble duel, but the potential soul in his body immediately occupied the superficial personality, with the character of Sophie Goose pulling hair, of course the benefits would not let go generously. He saw the ring taken out by Marquis Yu Xi, his eyes slightly lit, the snake curled ring, this guy deserved to be a member of the royal family, he definitely had some good stuff on him.

“Lord Marquis is so prestigious, a ring is so precious.” But Brando was ridiculous, pretending not to know the goods.

Princess Magdalene couldn't help but cough slightly and her face was a little red. Marquis Yuxi's snake-curling ring is the work of Dwarf Master Pinocchio. It is rumored that the Marquis, although not very appreciative of the outside world, was very generous in his hand. None of the rumours ever said that he was stingy and cheap. There were a lot of people waving gold like earth, which now seems to be the case.

Marquis Yuki was barely mad at Brando and couldn't help but grunt: “This is a magic ring that can withstand a deadly attack for you. Do you know his value, hillbilly! ”

“Oh?” Brando's face. "Is that so? ’Emoticons.

The Marquis took a breath of cold air and thought he was talking to this guy and was going to die of direct anger. He simply threw out a bag, the bag shouted and a bunch of bright gold coins scattered, but Marquis Yuxi didn't care about the money at all, just scolded: “So enough to buy your life, dirt bun!” That bag had at least 100,000 Torr, and Brando had a big heart for a fat sheep, but he nodded and said enough.

Marquis Youxi cursed the hillbilly in his heart again.

Princess Magdalene felt a little blushed, but she said softly: "My husband said there was no problem, so I, as a witness, announced that the duel could begin. Duel is an aristocratic etiquette, and it is hoped that both sides will abide by the status of gentleman and commit themselves to renouncing all despicable acts in duel, not to be attacked, not to use poison, not to be merciful and not to leave people to die. ”

The nun's voice was soft, she was probably one of the most gentle and violent duel witnesses in Eruingu's history; at that time Brando and Dejar, alias Kagbo, raised their swords and vowed that they knew that the vow was nothing more than a tablet and had never heard of a duel between the nobles without bleeding. Once they had gone to the duel, the nobles tore down the final Wenwenya.

Drop your sword, Dejar, and tell Brando to start. As a master, although his alias appeared here at this moment, the master's shelf had not been put down. He was just a furry boy. If he wanted to attack first, the long-time eagle swordsman thought he could not shame his face. However, Brando did not have that concern, and in a cheap and cocksucker mentality, he immediately set up an offensive posture.

“Military swordsmanship.” Dejar groaned with contempt in his heart.

Brando pointed his sword straight at Dejar's heart. His improved military swordsmanship killed him extremely hard, and each sword went in the direction of human life. Dejar had a long, narrow sword in his hand, two swords' when ’were held in half-empty, Brando held the handle of the sword in his hands and slanted it against Dejar's sword.

The eagle swordsman immediately felt wrong. There was no such vicious tactic in military swordsmanship, but his decades of swordsmanship experience was not given in vain. He saved a sword and took his sword off Brando's offense. He took a step back and frowned slightly. One of his opponents actually fell on the defensive side. The other party's military swordsmanship seemed bizarre to him.

But he didn't have time to figure out the next routine, and suddenly his heart was pounding, and the immersion experience turned into a sense of crisis for him to react and see Brando's sword blown away by him and hit him in the arms. The eagle swordsman's heart was chilly and his subconscious pulled a short sword out of his left hand to block his throat. Brando approached his close range, only 'when’ a metal tremor sounded, Dejar's left hand was slightly shaking, and there was a shallow blood mark on the short sword in his hand and on his neck.

Dejar had a cold head-on —— the guy across the street was insane, it was a life-threatening fight, and luckily he was quick to react. But he had never fought such a battle in decades of experience. The eagle swordsman was not a soldier, he had never fought in battle, and naturally did not understand the difference between life and death in battle and death on the battlefield - life and death among swordsmen is glory, while the life of soldiers is just a consumable.

Brando's swordsmanship was extremely decisive, as if the whole person had turned into a sword with a palpitating breath. Not only was it Dejar on the battlefield, but even Marquis Yuki and Magdalene on the side had changed their faces, as if at this moment they felt that what they saw was not a duel, but a special death fight between soldiers on both sides of the battlefield.

“This swordsmanship is heavy.” Marquis Yuki couldn't bear to touch his neck.

At this moment, Dejar was totally upright, spurred by Brando, as if an animal had been forced to despair. As a master of swordsmanship, he never thought he would make it this far. He felt powerless. Previous swordsmanship seemed useless in such a battle, as if only fighting instincts could win such a battle. The eagle swordsman had an oil sweat in his hand, which was unprecedented.

But even if it were a desperate fight, the swordsman's reaction was faster than that of the average soldier. His eagle sword technique was originally long and short sword technique. The short sword on his left hand pushed Brando away from himself, and the long sword on his right hand stabbed him to death - Brando could only retreat, Dejar was relieved, Brando retreated, and he immediately pressed his sword again.

But the next moment, the eagle swordsman couldn't help but sweat, and he saw Brando blocking his sword with his left hand, and the flesh on his left hand immediately peeled open to reveal a deep visible bone wound, but he stepped forward and chopped a sword straight down his ribs. It is perfectly clear to Dejar that if this sword is broken, the blade will pass between his seventh and eighth ribs, causing severe damage to the lung lobes. At last, Dejar's heart is broken. A silver mirror suddenly appears in Brando's hand on the path of advancing the long sword. ‘When’ a spark splashes, Brando's sword splashes heavily on that silver mirror.

The mirror of the silver mirror swung a circle of ripples, like mercury, but after a watery texture, it didn't even leave a shallow trace.

Next, a series of flashes flashed in a sphere around Dejar, and carefully, it was a silver convex mirror that flashed and disappeared, forming a hemispherical defense around the Eagle Swordsman.

Passive elements.

Brando knew for a long time that Dejar's element was the Silver Wall, and that the passive element's ability was somewhat similar to that of a fire shield, automatically preventing physical attacks from the outside for the holder of the element. Of course, this is not an absolute defense, which can easily be broken as long as the attacker's power exceeds the power limit of the holder of the element.

Such passive elements offer considerable advantages in equal order combat, and are almost invincible in high-order to low-level repression. At last, Dejar used this element of strength, which has in fact made it clear that he lost Brando in swordsmanship. If this is a swordsmanship, then Dejar has lost, but unfortunately, it is a duel.

Dejar had just had time to wipe a sweat, and he touched his forehead, which turned out to be cold sweat on his forehead. He looked up at Brando and couldn't believe that many of his young teenagers actually had more swordsmanship than himself. That was obviously military swordsmanship, but it wasn't. When he was younger, he got the point of the sword Saint-Daruss, and saw the legendary Sword Saint's improved military swordsmanship, but this young man's military swordsmanship went even further. His swordsmanship was like putting a man on the battlefield, with a fierce atmosphere.

By entering the country with a sword, this is already the realm of sword saints.

Dejar stared at Brando and couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? ”

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