The Amber Sword

Zaig pulled his waist through the wreckage of the window, and with him, seven pairs of iron-soled horse boots stepped on a piece of glass debris into the lobby. Eight people stood up together and drew their swords - the hall was full of wolves and the bodies had fallen to the river; the eyes were filled with the shadows of cults, but the guards around the big figures had stabilized their feet, the princess was particularly visible, the young man next to the Earl of Swallow had the sword in his hand, and a husband could not open the door.

Zaig's eyes locked him in the first place; he squeezed the only remaining one-eyed, flesh-moving face, Zaig had been famous among the mercenaries for a long time, but he turned around, and most of the other seven were similar to him, whether they were of origin or strength - the strength of the golden class, which was moving enough wherever he put it; everyone nodded silently, and now that they had come here, there was only one possibility of success left in their hearts.

There's no turning back.

Eight high-ranking fighters stepped forward, and an invisible atmosphere surfaced. The guards beside the Grand Duke were all nipple, and stopped to look at each other somehow. Although none of the powerful men present in the field of gold were less than twenty percent of the best, the existence of the gold class was mostly a one-sided talent, the Grand Duke ruled a vast area, and few of their gold-class warriors could gather together. At this time, Griffin seemed to have noticed something, she turned back - the Grand Duke of Sifah smiled, his guards had long stopped engaging; the Grand Duke of Alex was apathetic and could not see a glimmer in his deep and indifferent eyes, and he was accustomed to pressing on the sword handle as if there was only air left in front of him.

Other nobles have become invisible, and the Marquis of Balta at Swordburg appears a little nervous, and he can't help but bow his head as he stares at the beautiful half elf girl. Griffin suddenly had a crush on her heart. Counts Vieiro, Carasou, Gray Mountain and Vitokin were not present at all. Their attitude had become apparent. She bit her teeth, lowered her eyelids and moved her eyelids.

When he raised his head again, Griffin glanced coldly at the only two priests in the temple - the headmen of the temple - who were not present at all and who could not be held responsible.

Zag frowned and couldn't waste any more time - his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty, cruel glimmer, pointing to Leewoods, "The old man was the archmage of the court and couldn't get him ready to do it.” At the same time the eight men nodded and at the same time bent over to launch a siege against the royal party pedestrians. At this time, the nobles around them finally realized that the target of these heinous villains was His Royal Highness. At this moment, they could not care less about the royal majesty. At this time, they turned aside to both sides, but were afraid to escape.

The flowers of the royal family, this moment is no longer glorious. The last colour on the Eruin flag is also gradually wiped clean.

Eight famous masters simultaneously staged an offensive, and the scene changed momentum, making everyone irresistible to change their face--

But Her Royal Highness did not speak, and she watched the scene coldly, not a single step backwards; the kind of indomitable power she had grown in her bones seemed to erupt at this moment, forming a standing flag. Even Brando felt this potential power behind him, and he sighed slightly, which was faith in that glorious flag, when the country called Eruin and his nobles had come to this again.

Again, there is no turning back.

Brando raised his sword.

“Ha ha, a genius!” Zagger's eyes lit up and he realized that Brando had touched the walls of the elements; geniuses were proud, and Zagger's biggest hobby was to stifle that pride, and he couldn't help but grin cruelly. Although Brando was strong, he was a little weaker than him; not to mention that he firmly believed that with his own combat experience, he could not be compared.

Geniuses also take time to cultivate, except that they are often too young to have this time.

Zagger licked his lips as if he had tasted the taste of long-awaited victory and bloody sweetness. Like the bloody wine pouring down his throat for a long time, the pleasant taste was enough to excite every pore to tremble, and every sword in Zaig was perfect, which is why he enjoyed the battle so smoothly.

It was a brilliant sword, and even the most picky master of swordsmanship couldn't pick a single thing out of it.

When Princess Griffin saw the sword, her face changed; she was a famous swordsman of the royal family, but only after she had really seen the swordsmanship killed on the battlefield did she understand that she was childish, that she might have a good sword technique, but only at this moment did she understand why her swordsman had told herself that she might have to go through one or two real battles to really stand out.

That's why.

The antelope hangs horns, no trace to find.

Griffin's lips moved, but didn't remind her, because it represented her distrust of Brando. “Ah, look out!” The Earl of Swallow Castle whispered out beside him. Her Royal Highness turned back and looked at her old best friend in secret. Suddenly, she was sad and, as a royal family, she was doomed not to be free at all.

That's what the royal family is called.

Zaig's sword is close to Brando's eyes, and the flashing cold flashes of the tip of the sword carry a hint of impending cold death.

But Brando was faceless and motionless, raising his sword and holding it with the most standard sword in the textbook. ‘So rigid...?’ When a metal crossing shook the eardrum through the air, it shook everyone's eardrums, but the first thing that came to mind was this idea; everyone saw clearly that the young man next to the Earl of Swallow was using the shallowest technique of Eruin's military swordsmanship ——

Raise the sword cross, which is the foundation on which every soldier learns to save his life first. But it's also just the foundation, like an awkward instinctive response, the worst response in everyone's eyes —— even the weird idea that this sword doesn't even fit with Zaig. But it doesn't matter, as long as you know a little bit about swordsmanship, you'll understand that such a rigid response will only drive you out of the way at best.

The sword of a master swordsman will never have more than one sword.

Stupid? Zaig's only remaining one-eyed eye flashed a little alarm, and some called him genius, so there must be a reason why he's proud. Zagger was never careless, because his blind eye was used to prove it, and Brando was surprised to see that the sword tactics of the dog jumping against the wall had caused deep alarm in his heart, and he felt a palpitation, instinctively wanting to draw the sword back.

But it's late.

A sword burst into his neck and then penetrated through his neck, tearing the flesh out of the pitch-black sword blade, the scarlet liquid splitting the air like a line and turning into a bloody mist. The sword of the earth thwarted his cervical vertebrae, surrounding the lobby with Zaig's final vision, revealing the last thought of his glorious life in his unwilling gaze.

‘How could it be so fast!? ’

There are two brandos in the lobby.

Then disappear one by one.

Only the young man was left with his raised sword. The sword ridge was flat and smooth, dark as ink, and the blade flashed. The whole estate was silent, as if the world had stagnated at this moment, giving birth to a new vision, but all fantasies eventually went to nothingness, and the gentle breath in the crowd was like a ripple.

Eagle Dejar glanced at his eyes and he would always remember such a sword technique, cutting off his arm.

“Ah!”

“What kind of swordsmanship is that? ”

Brando retracted his sword and turned around. No one in the room dared to look at him. The legacy of the moon, the head of the three swords, returns to the human race thousands of years later, only one glance will make you remember its glowing pride forever; there are seven people left, one face is destined for the fall of gold, such a scene is destined to take place only in that terrible war decades ago, and hundreds of years, thousands of years, every moving war, the smell of brutal slaughter seems to be pointing directly to the human heart and face.

People are shaking.

Seven Golden Class fighters felt a chill rising along their spine, a feeling they did not know how many teenagers had ever experienced; in their eyes Brando had turned into an ancient beast and had coldly opened Snowflake's teeth, and the battle instincts accumulated over the years had allowed them to react, seven raising their swords and seven stepping forward, "Kill him!” There are no more bystanders in the lobby, and they understand that life and death are staggered, and victory and defeat are only on the line.

Warriors unite, there is no longer a destined trajectory on the battlefield. Brando overhead, the three headed straight behind him, and on the other side, the surrounding assassins formed a concentric circle on the scene. Brando can no longer capture the shadow behind her, and somehow Dilfrey couldn't help but shake her hand tightly - it was a bandit who was blackmailing her, "Behind your back!” But victory and losing fate tied them closely together, and the Earl of Swallow Castle finally couldn't help reminding them.

But the assassins may have forgotten that Brando was never alone.

The optical door has been opened.

Snow White's slender hand grabbed his sword blade, and the magical sword sounded like it was caught in metal with a hearty and sour scream. Medfis' eyes sparkled with a glimmer of belligerent glow, "Your opponent was under, and Hugh was disrespectful to his master.” Only in front of Brando did the blood fake show a gentle side, and his wildness, like running blood.

The assassin's face changed, and he found his sword turned into a pile of scrap iron on the other side's pale and weak hands.

How powerful…

On the other hand, the vampire princess never says a word more. As soon as she appeared, the blood was drawn as a sword, and the bright red liquid flowing across the field and into the river seemed to have been given a brand new life. The young girl's face was like a bloody rainbow, a bloody bead was pulled out and bundled into a curved knife on her hand, one left and one right, the wings were opened in the blood pool, a dragon was barked, and two bloody dragons pulled out of the blood the body of a giant.

They raised their heads and gazed coldly at the poor bugs underneath - the three assassins.

Brando ‘when’ he bounced the stabbed sword in his face and had time to look back at the scene, he suddenly pitied an assassin against Andrig. Andrig is best at blood spells, and these poor bastards have killed a river of blood here, making the hall almost her home, and now it's almost the height of her power, and it's not necessarily a good time for Brando to ask herself, let alone these moments - what is called sin in heaven, forgiveness, and self-infliction.

But he turned back and shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Do you really think I can make an enemy of seven? ”

“Ah?” That's when Ovewell, Makaro and Nia, the knight next to Delphirie, reacted, and Brando's performance was so shocking that they forgot for a moment whether it was on the battlefield of life or death. With the addition of the five golden classes, and Brando's own terrible strength, the situation on the field has finally changed.

Medfis first addressed his opponent, a powerful swordsman, who unfortunately was born too far from his descent in power, not to mention that the vampire hypocrite was fast enough to shame him to death 10,000 times. Once Medface had figured out the number of offensive routes, he inserted them in close proximity, and a swordsman penetrated the other's heart.

Then it was Brando who withdrew from the fight. After a while, Brando wanted to see the other side's way through the other side's swordsmanship. Unfortunately, he didn't make up for it. After nine weeks out of the wind, he landed clean and killed himself.

But the easiest of the three, to count the vampire princess, Andrig herself didn't even do it, and dozens of people - including a dozen Silver Peak masters whose blood was gathered together in a fine dragon - directly suppressed the two assassins to death, and after losing several negative black magic, the two assassins ended up with direct hatred.

And the fastest man left to end the battle was Ser Wolf, who had to say that Ovewell was a true swordsman, and although his opponent was weak, his unbroken swordsmanship also made him understand the origin of his lone wolf title - fast, precise, harsh, a thousand miles away with a single stroke, never hesitating - he stabbed and his opponent almost bled to death.

After Ovewell ended the battle, the battle between Nia and Makaro was over, and Brando expected the * * knight to be a chapel knight, just like him, with great knighthood skills; she was dressed in armor, the divine clash opened, the assassin could not be close at all, and no one could fight but two - and when Medfis joined the battle, the assassin naturally had to admit to planting. At first glance, Brando understood why the Swallow Castle family chose her as a close guard for Delphiry, living a super shield.

And the weakest of the few is undoubtedly Makaro, who is proud of his mastery among the nobility of Eru, but he is after all a plotter, not a good fighter, almost killed by the other side. But by this time Brando had freed his hand and held his sword against each other's offense; the assassin's face had changed, and it was only then that he realized that his companion had drunk all of his hatred. He was surprised, but reacted quickly and withdrew without hesitation.

And it was at this time that Leewoods finally made his move, and he shouted, "Give it to me! ”

There was a ripple in the air, and the assassin was suddenly nailed in mid-air and motionless. At this moment, the wizard shows his terrible advantage in the face of the warrior, which is only one step lower, but the archmage who is ready to do it can promise you life and death, which is completely different from fighting the warrior in dangerous circles. A wizard's duel, without a hint of smoke, often separates victories from losses.

Brando wasn't the first to work with a witch, and he didn't hesitate to jump out of the sky and pierce each other's heart with a sword.

Brando landed, got up, turned around, looked not far from Alex.

Grand Duke Anrek smiled slightly and opened his squinted eyes slightly - his eyes revealed a hint of cold light.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)