The Amber Sword

This scene is clearer than the history of two experiences.

But all of a sudden he couldn't remember what the name of the spirit wizard who had commanded the attack on Butch was, and his memory became so blurred, as if a little bit about Sophie was blending into deeper thoughts.

It was unthinkable to him in the past.

Because of the shame and regret of Eruin, it is deeply engraved in every Eruin player.

But right now.

He had a little light wind in his heart.

In his eyes, what he saw was not a Maddalene bone skeleton, but a pile of decaying dead bones that could be turned into flying ash by waving hands.

But the ants...

Let them disappear with history.

He waved his hands gently, and the spirits of the mountains were turned into dust, and he dominated everything in his dreams, not just the chickens and dogs, but even the dreams were shattered and shattered.

Mountains and winds, stars and moons, hills and pine groves, all vanish.

Then he heard something broken in a rare way, like a crystal cup falling on the ground making a crisp noise, and by then the dream had been vanished.

Brando blinked and moved his eyelids hard, as if his body had become extremely strange. He understood that it was because of a long sleep that made his muscles a little stiff, but he suddenly remembered —— did he actually understand what had happened to him during his sleep?

At the moment he woke up, it was as if nature had given rise to this enlightenment in his heart:

Seventy-four hours, 14 minutes and 21 seconds.

After three days of dormancy, the physical signs are self-evident and self-perfect, which is the most important step of a perfect body.

This thought flashed through Brando's mind, and in the past, players had to rely on war tablets to simulate this step, and he was at the peak of the polar world.

He didn't know if it was his experience in the game, but his memory didn't go wrong, and he slept for three days, which was an indisputable fact.

He was thinking about it, and then there was a sharp squeal in his ear, and the sound of the blade crossing.

Battle?

Dangerous?

Almost naturally, Brando lifts his right hand automatically. For a moment he was still struggling to control the rigid body of his muscles, but by the time the danger came, as if it were an instinctive reaction, familiar forces had gushed out of his body.

Part of that power belongs to him.

The power of the Frost Earth Guard.

Grip of frost soil--

When Brando opened his eyes, several clusters of crystals reflected in his curtains, and he looked at those things and gently held his hand.

A few strange heads, so powerful as the guards seemed, suddenly set themselves in the middle of the sky, helpless as a bug. As Brando familiarized himself with his body, he slowly looked back at them, and these clusters of bodies began to crack apart from the power in his hands, and large chunks of crystal fell off on the ground.

Brando rolled up, jumped out of the carriage, and threw away what was false in his hand, and the strange ones who could no longer die were thrown aside by him like garbage.

He swept his hands backwards and a cold light swept forward. The monster that was gushing from it was severed, and more than seven monsters were stopped by the blow and rolled over to the ground.

Then he raised his head and swept his eyes across the battlefield, letting the whole battlefield be one of the worst.

This is the power of the Blade of Fire, Orphis.

Nearly a hundred strange heads on the periphery, initially staring blindly at Brando, who was surrounded by them, were still somewhat frightened. But when Brando showed the power of the sword, all of a sudden they had a big red light in their eyes, screaming at Brando like crazy.

That was the scene that would have stunned Nashin and all the cleaners in the room, and although they had not yet returned from the shock of Brando's previous hands, the scene was obviously even more exciting at the moment.

They saw with their own eyes that swordsmen of the heavenly realm, like Mr. Liu, could only defend themselves in the face of a strange siege, and did not know how this young man could actually enjoy these strange treatments.

But what they cannot bear in their hearts is that what the hell is wrong with these goddamn monsters and why all of a sudden they act like they're crazy?

“Sir, look out!” Brando heard some naive voices behind her back reminding herself.

He was not unfamiliar with the sound, he had heard it more than once before he woke up, the owner of which sounded small but very mature and steady, no ordinary little girl of this age was childish, and they spoke in a strange way in organizing statements, very different from Warnde's habits.

He was very kind to himself, although he did not know where it came from.

But Brando didn't turn back at this time.

He knows why these freaks suddenly go crazy, but he must have noticed the smell of Odyphus and Harangia in him.

Brando looked cold at the strange flowing towards him in the darkness.

In the eyes of others, he was frightened. Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. Think of Xin as the young man's position. I'm afraid he's more than frightened. Maybe he's already pissed his ass off. In other words, Brando seemed rather courageous to him at least.

But of all those present, only Mr. Liu couldn't move. He looked at Brando with complexity, and the previous blow only engraved a sentence in his head:

Extremely human, kingdom of heaven.

“Dusk bastard. ”

Brando squeezed only one sentence out of his teeth. Looking at these strange images, this moment of new hatred sprang to his mind almost simultaneously, if at this time he was unlikely to be in trouble with the dragon of dusk, but these chaotic disciples and grandchildren were not in his eyes.

With the slightest light in his hand, the slender, beautiful sword of the shallow sea, Sina, appeared in his right hand, while his left hand flashed a golden red light, and the narrow, sharp blade of the flaming sword of Orpheus had leapt into view.

The scavengers have yet to see how these swords appear in Brando's hands, and Brando has spoken softly with them:

“Rin Wind -”

For the inhabitants of Rosalind, it is very difficult to understand what a storm of ice and snow is, with little winter south of the Strait, and the Swallow Plains a world of spring.

And those legends and songs from north of the mountains about the cold winds between the mountains, it's hard to describe a true and harsh nature for locals who haven't seen frost and snow.

But at this moment, they began to understand why the mountaineers of the North were so eager to invade the warm lands of the South.

A piece of ice crumbled like a sword appeared behind Brando.

He stood there, and the silver line of law naturally knitted the throne of winter behind him, and in the eyes of the Rosalind present, that was the symbol of the unity of the heavens.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the wind, the frost, the rain, the nature of everything, are all the ways of heaven ——

Brando waved his hand and the chilly wind created a whistle, and the crushed ice turned into a chilly light, whistling past all of us.

That moment didn't react at all, and it wasn't until he fought a deep cold war back in a sudden drop in temperatures of more than a dozen degrees that he opened his eyes and saw these cold ice fragments as if they were a sharp sword, plowing through the earth and sweeping directly between dozens of weirdoes.

The fierce monsters above the mafia, fragile under this cold light, appear to be delicate and fragile glass, broken into countless pieces of crystal instantly.

By that time, the relationship between the slaughterer and the slaughtered had fallen, and not many strangers of intelligence had screamed and struck Brando with a death shock, and only about a third of the lucky ones were able to rush through the intertwined light of death, howling at Brando in the middle of the camp.

But Brando didn't even look at them.

I didn't even lift my head.

Only turn Sina, the frost winner in her hand, around the tip of the sword and plug it into the land below.

‘Wow’ a loud noise, countless sharp and sharp ice columns broke the earth, like a blooming rose flower, centering on Brando's sword and releasing it angrily across all sides.

Almost every sharp tooth of ice corresponds to one of the weird ones, and what happens to them is, even if they can dodge in the middle of the air, the speed at which the ice column breaks ground is enough to make them unresponsive.

It was like a white light coming out of the ground.

And then all we can see are countless pieces of crystal that have been thrown up at heights, or stuck on ice columns, without exception. It was not until a moment later that a crack appeared on the ice column, which collapsed sharply, turning into a piece of ice crystal and melting into a snowflake in a few minutes.

After the wind, there are only a few dozen wide channels left on the ground, crossed by staggered trenches.

Brando silently put away his sword.

He was wearing a worn trench coat with a dirty shirt and vest, wrinkled horse pants, missing a trouser, barefoot, stepped on the ground and looked dressed like almost a beggar.

But at this moment, in the entire quiet camp, everyone's eyes fell on him somewhat strangely, and no one even spoke half a sentence at a time.

In the wilderness there is only the whining wind.

He raised his head and looked at these people. His eyes fell on Mr. Liu and he was slightly stunned:

“Nine Phoenixes? ”

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(PS: Jiufeng was written mainly to pass through Madara, because she mentioned it before, by the way, so it may not be too long, and gentlemen, please spare the phoenix fire, she is just a child! Also, I've been studying hand games with friends lately, helping with game planning, and I'm a little busy, so I update it later every day.