The Amber Sword

Brando understands that his goal is to use the effects of the Flashing Sword to produce a displacement effect, not to kill enemies. Therefore, his purpose is very strong. Every time he targets an opponent with little combat power, he locks the demon in the demon army 20 to 30 meters away, flashes his sword and puncture him with a phantom nine weeks after the wind.

The demons soon became chaotic.

Not every one of them is one of those shitty, mentally retarded little devils, and the high-ranking devils have judged Brando's way forward —— not even the knees to think about it -- and they can realize that the damn human is headed straight for the portal.

He must not be asked to do as he pleases. The rear longhorn demons first screamed and greeted their companions in abyss language to stop Brando.

Unfortunately, the effects are so limited that, in the words of Hell Lord Lomoka, those evil devils and little devils are worse than a pile of shit. This is a vulgar but quite appropriate sentence, which can be turned dizzy by the orders of one of their own, and there is no way to take a swordsman who can convey it.

But as the devil turned around, the knights of Lantoniland felt the pressure was in vain. Most of them only had time to see what was happening on the battlefield, and the knights quickly saw Brando's feat and couldn't help but cheer all the time.

Barbasa was not surprised by Brando's performance, but she was also inevitably proud. Not for the dragon of darkness, but for her own eyes. Although there are many powerful witches in the winter kingdom, none of the twelve purebloods has anything to do with her, but who can have such eyes?

The old witch never thought that the dragon of darkness would fail, just a bunch of lame sheepshoe demons. She grinned like a little demon, scratching him, turning him deaf and blind —— knights crucifying him on the ground. Most humans don't talk about knighthood with demons.

But Barbasa didn't expect Brando to be better this time.

Although the portal is already close to the eye, it corresponds to feeling that his strength and powers are also falling rapidly, while using puncture strikes, nine weeks after the wind and flashing swords is a huge burden on the body. After leaping forward about two-thirds of the way, Brando senses that the muscles are becoming stiff with the movement and that his mental strength is fluctuating with instability.

He had to shake his head and try to throw out this dull feeling.

The tenth flash is now halfway above the Devil's army, Brando chops the sword of the earth down in his hand, and the poor bug grabs a bloody human calf below, and his pale skin is covered with bite marks, making Brando look disgusting.

But it was a flash of thought, and the sword of the earth had been slashed on each other's shoulders with a sword. The thick blade cuts into the rough purple-red skin and muscles, clicks on the spine, presses the poor bug directly to the ground to create two segments, and even the bone collapses directly from beneath the skin and stabs it into a blurry flesh.

The scene looks‘ spectacular ', but tightens Brando's heart. This sword should theoretically cut each other's muscles and bones, one sword, head, clean, just like before. It's not by chance, it's not that these little demons have grown stronger, but that his health has begun to diminish.

“Antina, are you hurt?” He pants.

“No...” Antitina was embraced by Brando with one hand. She didn't know if she was scared or nervous for a moment. In fact, she had never fantasized about such a scene when she was alone, but she was never in the demonic army like this. The aristocratic lady had no time to think about it or even dare to look at the situation outside.

Because she was scared to see Brando fail, she closed her eyes tightly. It's about holding ‘die or die together, no, at least die in peace in front of that man' and this ostrich mentality tightens in Brando's arms.

When Brando asked her, she shook her head in chaos.

That's good. Brando was relieved, too, to imagine that being unpredictable and impenetrable among the thousands of horses must be overwhelming, but it wasn't until the real thing was right that he realized it wasn't the same thing. There was no imaginary pleasure in raising all eyes, but a cold sweat and tension.

His palms have been wet for a long time, and the imminent pressure of death is like an approaching bush of thick swords and thorns, with only a few pools to go.

What will it be after death? Brando used to think about such issues when there were teenagers in the other world, but most people could only conclude that they had nothing to gain.

It wasn't until the breath of Death really approached that he really felt the icy cold coming from another world. Life itself discusses the subject of death as meaningless, because after it there is nothing but nothingness.

Brando knew not to be sure that the moment before his death he would regret it was too late.

But at least he wants to live.

The desire to survive sharpened his senses hundreds of times, his sword flung the fleshy corpse, and the demon's attack route, which had poured around him, became traceable in his eyes. Brando raised his head and glanced over the other side, dozens of meters away, where he found a guy who was retreating.

There you are.

“Brando, be careful.” Antittina closed her eyes and couldn't tell what was going on around her. So naturally the opening is to Saint Osor after the wind. “Watch out for the magicians over there," warned the wind. ”

Brando turned around, and he saw that the magicians were standing by the portal to do the trick.

To be honest, he's not a wizard, he knows half the world of wizards. But it's good that he's at least one player, and there's a joke: if a player represents a world, then a wizard is at least half a world. Brando, the enemy of half the world, was not able to distinguish between every spell gesture and spell, but the desire to survive seemed to sharpen his memory at this moment.

Dimensional anchor.

Brando felt the cold hair up behind him, like a cat with a bow. His eyes lit up terribly at that moment.

Brando did not have time to discuss whether the ability to twist dimensions of a flashing sword could escape the judgment that dimensional anchors blocked all spatial shifts, he was not a maniac, and reality did not allow him a second chance. He opened up his assault skills directly, without hesitation, and when those white circle arrays appeared above his head, he had stepped on several little demons to pull the ground from the army of monsters.

Like a beautiful twisted line, it pierces all the spell effects.

The demon magician's attempts were utterly frustrated.

What 20-year-old young man, besides the Dark Dragon rebirth, has such terrible combat experience in the eyes of a witch who is fortunate to see this scene? This is not a confrontation between a swordsman and a swordsman, but a perfect example of a swordsmanship spell.

Not everyone has that experience.

Not to mention the witches, even the curious Gallock couldn't help but see. At least Brando's actions have proven that he fully understands each other's spells and intentions, and even this archdeacon from Sifah can't even tell how he did it--

It was Gallock's specialty to break spells, and he spent most of his life trying not to say he knew every spell. And to find the hidden spells from the hidden gestures of the practice, it is an incredibly hard and professional knowledge.

Galloch even had the illusion at that moment - that perhaps this young man had a better future as a wizard than a swordsman. He completely forgot that Brando was a genius, even at the level of swordsmanship.

After Brando penetrated the enclosure of the dimensional anchor with an assault, he once again employs a flashing sword halfway through the air. The Flashing Sword has now fully absorbed the experience of Eruin's military swordsmanship, rising to level 4.

Flashing Sword Level 4 +1 [Getting Started] (Dragon Nation Ancient): Special craftsmanship allows your Blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance in space (60m).

To this extent, the Templar Knight in general is no longer within reach. Stephen seemed to react at this moment to realize what he saw —— if someone had told him before that that a person could enter the room immediately after learning a little bit about a sword technique. Then he must think the man is crazy, or treat him like an idiot.

But now he thinks he's as stupid as he really is.

He even stayed there, and if the little demons in front of him hadn't been foolish enough to follow the orders of the Longhorn demons and turn around to besiege Brando, he would have been chopped to pieces by a hugging knife. Fortunately, a knight in the back saw something wrong with the adult, and pulled him back before the Temple of Fire lost another high-ranking member here today.

“It's impossible! ”

Stephen seemed to react, shouting, “Martha, the blade of flame must be on him. So that's it! He's the one chosen! ”

The poor knight seemed to wake up suddenly, yelling nonsense.

As Brando turned around halfway through the air, he had locked his next target, raising the sword of the earth in his hand and the blade flashing white. “Wait,” but call him after the wind: "Brando, you're flashing about 60 meters with a sword, and you need to do it at least twice to get to the door. Have you thought about it? ”

Brando was shocked.

In fact, he has been staring at the state interface, his powers and strength have been seen to the bottom, but he can barely do it with two flashing swords. But the last sentence after the wind made him completely dismiss the idea: “Now that I can judge your flash distance, they can do the same. ”

He actually thought about it for a moment. If he's locked up again with a dimensional anchor, he can get away with it nine weeks after the wind, but then what? Does he have room for another flashing sword?

The state clearly states that Brando cannot change his strength and powers by emptiness unless he can breathe. But where's the chance on this battlefield?

Luckily, he hasn't done it yet.

Brando was fortunate enough to be with himself after the wind, a man of wisdom from the battle of the saints, only for a moment to consider all aspects.

At this moment, his skills have reached their highest point. Brando felt his body begin to fall. But he had to find a solution that was actually simple, and he moved out of the skill bar at the fastest possible speed, throwing all of Mavicart's remaining experience into it.

The Flash Sword is instantly upgraded again.

Flash Sword Grade 5 +1 [Getting Started] (Dragon Nation Ancient): Special craftsmanship allows your Blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance in space (100m).

As soon as the Blade reaches level 5, the name becomes gray. This is the same as his original White Crow swordsmanship, Brando knew that this was due to the fact that the flashing swordsmanship that was originally revealed in the Temple was incomplete, so he didn't think much about it and went straight ahead with it.

One sword appeared directly next to the huge portal.

There is no sign of the little devil near the portal, only a three-headed, tall, longhorned devil. Brando suddenly flashed over a longhorn demon in the middle, chopping it off with a sword.

But the longhorned demon had a premonition that his big head, like a jackal, suddenly lifted up and raised his hand in the void. When the sound was as sharp as a golden iron strike, Brando felt that he had cut a steel pipe.

However, he dared not stop for a moment and immediately borrowed the momentum to roll back. Steady landed not far from the three-headed Longhorn Devil.

He raised his head subconsciously.

Standing by the huge portal of the Temple of Fire, he and the demons were so tiny that they looked like ants. There was no such feeling when it was further away, but when it was so close, the enormous sense of oppression of the flame doors immediately surfaced.

More suffocating is the fact that behind the flame doors the sulphur river is gradually becoming more and more real.

Brando couldn't take a sip, and the shock had already hit him with gum bleeding. But he wiped his mouth and immediately let go of the aristocratic lady and said, "Antitina, are you okay? ”

“Mmm.”

“How much time do you need to find a way to help you distract them? ”

“I... I don't know, I try.” Antitina frowned and stared at the enormous portal, which in itself was a semi-detective institution. But it's not a complete magic device, and the best way is to find a wizard to work with her, but obviously not at the moment.

“You have five minutes. ”

Brando looked back and the little devils were turning around. Though those fools are messing around on their own, a few minutes is enough for them to turn around. The knights of Lantoniland are clearly not enough to stop this army.

Antitina nodded with a pale face.

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(PS: After several days of exhaustion, I finally feel disengaged today. Hey, it's hard to ask for a ticket.) (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.)