The Amber Sword

“Skills detected available -”

“Skill type, general category. Swordsmanship Classification, Law: Dragon Nation, Space. ”

“Flash Sword Lv0 [Basic] (Dragon Nation Ancient): Special craftsmanship allows your Blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance in space (5m). ”

“Other Boost: (Base: None), (Ancient trait: unable to learn as a general skill, increased need for experience. ”

In the eyes of the Templar Knight and Antitina, Brando behaved slightly after listening to the description. But what they can't see is what's happening at the thought level, and Brando's idea is that St. Osor's idea is swiftly communicating.

“This sword technique is a little more complicated than it seems to be nine weeks after the wind. ”

“Oh? Why do you say that? My swordsmanship is no worse than Gilter's. If your answer is not so satisfactory, no matter how dangerous the situation is, I will teach you a lesson.” The smile of the adult after the wind filled with dangerous implications.

Brando laughed so hard, didn't you already give the answer? He looked at the number 4120 behind his learning experience and clearly remembered that the requirement for the first nine weeks after the wind was 3550, but he replied with a bitter smile: "Complexity is not necessarily better, compared to adults, your swordsmanship is much more refined. ”

“My mouth was much sweeter after hanging out with Her Royal Highness, but as my brother's position suggests, I would be happier to see her mouth a little sweeter.” The three other legends who were adventurous with her must have been devastated too, laughing vaguely after the wind - the King of Fire's achievement of the great cause of saving the world and the urging of His Royal Highness must not be able to escape, “But even if you explicitly said that I would not be angry, after all, Gilt's swordsmanship was inherited from the Dragon Nation, and after the wind the ninth week in my era was not hammered by time -”

This is probably one of the reasons why St. Osor, though unspecified, has proven from the side that he is better at flashing swords in some ways than he was at nine weeks after the wind. But, as she said, it is an honor in itself to improve a sword technique that is comparable to the swordsmanship given to mortals by the Dragon King.

But Brando would never easily believe what Elf Mistress said 'I won't be angry even if you say so', he bet he really said that, they would definitely want him to look good - as history has shown, women say absolutely nothing.

“But shouldn't it be a problem to learn with your talent?” St. Osor seems to be progressing very quickly as she learns her swordsmanship for Brando.

Ever since she was a child, she has been known as the most remarkable genius of the Fog Elves for thousands of years. She began to learn this ancient skill at the age of thirty-five, and by the time of her mitzvah, she was fully integrated. By the middle of the Battle of the Saints, the Monday Sword was made a magical sword technique by hand, and was then famous for nine weeks after the wind.

But she had to be depressed to discover that, compared to Brando, she was enough to be called a monster herself, as if she were just an ordinary person.

“Maybe try it.” Brando replied.

“Maybe try it -" Jinxiao muttered softly. Although the better the heir, the more reassuring she was, sometimes being too good would make her jealous.

For Brando, the experience of the Book of Mavicart has been largely exhausted, but the rest of the pieces have no problem getting started with a flashing sword. The speed at which ideas are exchanged is out of time in the general sense, and the conversation between the two is accomplished in an instant.

He turned back to God, and the pale green panel opened up in his sight, as if time had been slowed down, and the demons behind the transparent interface with their teeth dancing claws were pouring at him, and he smoothly sealed each other's path.

The last line of tips on the retina has just unfolded: detect if skills are available, pass ——?

“Pass!”

Brando blocked the little devil's claws with one sword, causing him to lose his weight and fall to the ground, then turned the sword of the earth and inserted it into the other's vest. Purple and black blood splashed all over his arm.

“Start replicating Flashing Sword information and related knowledge--”

“Warning, similar conflict skills have been detected. Skill Name: Eruin Military Swordsmanship, Skill Type, General Category. Swordsmanship Classification, Law: Black Iron. ”

“Ha!”

As soon as this prompt appeared, Brando almost threw the sword of the earth out with a trembling hand. How could a flashing sword clash with an Eruin military sword? Military swordsmanship is basic swordsmanship, and there is only one skill that conflicts with it, which is another more advanced swordsmanship that encompasses it.

And it is well known that Eruin's military swordsmanship was created from a combination of Krutz military swordsmanship and wind elf swordsmanship. At that moment, Brando suddenly came up with a possibility that he might not believe:

Flashing Sword is a basic sword technique, and Eruin has its own shadow in military swordsmanship.

“Wait, a flashing sword is a skill with a sword, not a trick? ”

“Don't you know?” Listen to him scream, there's something strange about St. Osor after the wind: “Flashing sword is a sword technique, and so is the fog elf's Monday sword. You don't think it's a special technique, do you, Nine Years after the wind? ”

Damn, Brando shouted at me. How does he know that this stuff is ancient skills, not cabbage from a shitty street, even in another world he just hears about it? Who can show off when they've learned ancient skills?

“Is that all right?” St. Osor also realized the problem, and she frowned and suddenly realized that she seemed too blind and optimistic about Brando. Unlike special swordsmanship, basic swordsmanship, such as the Ninth Week after the wind, is truly capable of learning at least a set of furs in a short time.

But the flashing sword is different. Basic swordsmanship is a skill with swords. Without decades of hard practice, it is difficult to achieve something on it. And if you want to grasp it at first hand, it is in itself Heavenly Night Tan.

But the problem now is that Brando doesn't seem to have a choice.

“After all, Mr. Brando, the Flash Sword is the sword of the First King, and no one in the millennial history of the Temple of Fire has really learned it but the King of Fire. In fact, you don't have to force yourself,” Stephen saw Brando's face change, and thought he was going to leave because of the difficulty, "he said,“ let Master Gallock prepare us for the final raid. In this case, even closing a portal would be fine. ”

Knowing that his voice had not fallen, he suddenly saw that Brando in front of him had waved a sword forward, and as part of this whole attack, his people disappeared with Antitina.

Stephen instantly realized what had happened.

He looked up almost incredibly, just a momentary gap, and he had already missed the most important scene. All he saw was Brando lifting his sword and a hell of a hound's head flying high.

But the Hell Dog was obviously a long way from them.

That's impossible.

Stephen himself flashes his sword, albeit just a little fur, and as part of this sword technique, he can allow his blade to cross space limits at very short distances. In fact, most Templar Knights do this trick, but only use it for the last part of a sword's journey.

In other people's eyes, it's like the Templar Knight of Fire strikes one or two times faster than others of the same rank.

But compared to Brando's level, he just felt like he could just run over and die.

He repeatedly confirmed that he had simply spoken to each other a dozen seconds ago, so two words —— a dozen seconds —— and if he could, Stephen really wanted to slap himself and tell himself that it was all just a dream.

But someone was more surprised than him.

“Brando, what are you doing!” The wind rarely screams in defiance.

“Try the sword. ”

Brando answered naturally, raising his head. The sword was five meters ahead of him, about 300 meters from the portal —— looking away at the other side of the rally like a bunch of ants.

Indeed, basic swordsmanship or special swordsmanship are very different for ordinary people. But it doesn't make any sense to him, and it can't be just a lot of experience.

Brando tried it, but the sword didn't take much energy, but it did take some energy. It looks like ancient swordsmanship is the same, all require a certain amount of power to support, but flashing swords require a lot less power than nine weeks after the wind. If you really want to compare, less than a tenth.

After all, the latter is a real magic sword technique.

But if there is any difference between basic swordsmanship and special swordsmanship, there is. Not only did he realize the difference, but Saint Osor also realized at the first moment:

“What happened to the last moment you left behind?” The wind asked with some excitement, "That's not an illusion. ”

But Brando was really excited at this moment, too, because the sword had proved his speculation from the beginning. It is well known that basic swordsmanship in the Amber Sword can provide a boost to each other for special swordsmanship.

So as a basic sword technology, can the flashing sword provide a boost to the nine weeks after the wind?

He immediately had the answer.

He held Antina tightly while drawing his sword forward. The figure disappears and reappears, and each time it disappears, it moves forward a distance of twenty meters, fifty meters, a hundred meters. Each time it flashes, there is bound to be an additional shadow of Brando on the battlefield attacking the surrounding enemies.

Two pieces of swordsmanship that once sparkled in history finally merged perfectly at this moment.

“Wait for the good news!” Brando roared in the middle of the battlefield. The whole man rose from the ground, like a succession of remnants rapidly crossing the small demons of the cluster.

Almost everyone on the battlefield saw this scene --

Young lords suddenly began to accelerate, and monsters from Jorgendigan soon found themselves unable to stop each other at all. Instead, their attacks fell on each other's shadows.

But the problem is that it's not really remnants.

The little devils stared at each of the remnants of the battlefield and began to do the same thing, lifting their swords and then doing their utmost to break forward.

Puncture strike.

Huge swordpresses penetrate more than thirty meters in an instant, emptying all obstacles, whether small demons or hell dogs, and terrible storms instantly tear them apart.

Brando's past, like a storm crossing, is already a mess.

As if a passage had been opened between the eyes.

… (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.)