The Amber Sword

But at this moment, Brando suddenly frowned and suddenly put away the extreme plain.

The storm shadow lobby was a little weird and quiet for a while, and the needle was almost smelly. The drunkards who were about to lean up on the oil were pressed into their seats by an invisible force, facing each other and not figuring out what was going on in their faint minds.

Near the counter, several adventurers are checking out their bills and ready to leave, which is when they can't help but stop. A long-eared elf looked at Brando's line of law and swept across the hall like a silver ocean. He couldn't help but open his mouth and the long bow in his hand fell on the floor without holding it. Then he hurried to pick up the bow with a red face and panic.

At the corner of the hall, a figure also set foot.

With a slight gaze, Brando noticed the shadow a long time ago, because his heart had always felt slightly familiar, as if he'd always felt like he'd seen such a person there. But he is unfamiliar with Jiufeng. Even in the game, he is not familiar with NPC. Apart from Phoenix, of course, the latter has never left Eruin.

Besides, that shadow is obviously a man.

The first thing Brando thought of was the Rosalind knights he met this morning, or one of the Singh's men, but he immediately denied the idea because he felt his memory had not receded to the point where he could not remember anyone he had seen less than half an hour earlier.

“Is that him?” A flash of electricity flashed through his head and he finally remembered where he'd seen him. “How could this guy be in this place...? ”

Phoenix fire was like feeling something, looking up at him with distinct black and white eyes.

“You stay here.” Brando's lips moved slightly, whispering.

The phoenix consciously cast its gaze into the lobby.

At this moment, Brando has put away the extreme plain, but only for a second or two, and the remnants of what happened a moment ago remain, and others in the lobby are still in a state of shock, some like a puppet, others climbing from falling into a state of nightmare. But only one man, a man in a black cloak, is moving silently toward the second staircase.

Although he didn't turn around, he felt the look of a phoenix fire, slightly trembling, suddenly walking toward the second staircase.

But how did Brando let him escape? He didn't expect to meet him in a place like this at this time of year, but it was good news on either side. He moved slightly and suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight in the lobby.

Everyone couldn't bear to shout.

But only the phoenix fire that stood beside Brando could be seen most clearly. The next moment she saw Brando appeared in front of the man who was fleeing the road, and she saw no action taken by him. A silver line of law interwoven in front of him, forming a silver-light wall.

And the man couldn't react at all. He just banged his head against this silver wall, and he screamed, and he snapped and broke a dozen stairrails and rolled down from it.

Only then did the customers in the lobby react, realizing that someone had dared to strike in the shadow of the storm, and it was surprising that the first thought of these people was not to scream out of the hotel, but to turn their eyes behind them with some excitement.

Several of Rosalind's hotels are the personal property of the Lord, and this will be fun.

But only a handful of people turned their minds faster and began to realize the problem: the young man was a strong man, from the real strong man of the Swallow Plains.

Among their poor insights, only the Swallow Plains had such a strong man, at the top of the ceiling that the people of Rosalind could see, the captain of Lord's guard, who was somewhat unscrupulous.

“Is this also... space?” The phoenix murmured to himself, and the distinct black and white eyes were slightly brighter.

Brando didn't care what others thought at this time. He slowly walked down the stairs, and he still had some pride in himself. I didn't expect to be able to face this man so much one day.

He looked at the mysterious man who was still lying on the wooden floor of the hotel, as if he could not help but smile on his face, who looked hurt and had not returned to his breath at that time.

But Brando didn't believe the other side would be so embarrassed. He knew the weight of his previous attack. It was just a wall sealed with space laws. It was ridiculous that the man would smash himself to death.

“Sir, I know you're all right. Why don't you meet an old friend? ”

Brando said, for the first time since the battle against the will of dusk, he felt so relaxed, as if a bite of evil had come out of his heart.

Phoenix looked over there somewhat puzzled, and she implicitly saw that the man seemed to be opposite Mr. Brando, but strangely enough, she remembered that Mr. Brando had clearly stated that he was Eruin, who was not known to be tens of millions of miles from Nine Phoenix, and how he had enemies in Rosalind.

She thought about it for a moment and thought about transparency.

The mysterious man lying on the ground remains motionless.

Brando couldn't help but laugh. He knew the spleen of the man and couldn't help but grunt: “You hid the sword under the cape is no threat to me. The Rose Tower of the Kosman family is a good sword. Your sword is one of the best in the land of sorrow. You intend to use the Dead Sword Seventh Sword against me, right? ”

Suddenly a bone sat up from the ground, and when he threw the sword in his hand aside - the sword was more than two feet long than a long sword, but the blade was dark as ink and the surface was the same mirror. Brando's eyes only lingered on the sword for a moment before falling back on him - he simply unveiled his cape and revealed a pale, clean, handsome face under the shadow of his hood.

“Lord, we haven't seen each other for days.” The young man looked up at Brando and opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth, smiling slightly at him.

Brando looks at each other silently.

He is familiar with this face, which, decades after his memory, still retains its young appearance today, because he is an immortal dark nobleman, accompanied by years and a parallel line.

This man is the knight of the Sad Land and Lord of Darkness, the genius leader of Madara, the head of the three stars of Bromandow, Lord of Darkness - or Lord of Darkness in the history of the Sword of Amber, Installon.

Instaron. Judith Tromy. Kosman.

Instaron was a little creepy when he stared at him, he was about to say something, but Brando reached out and his whole person flew away, like a bag of flour hit the wall on the side of the hotel, he hummed heavily and swallowed it back into his stomach when he was about to exit.

Brando's hand grabbed Instarone's neck as if it were a dozen meters across the void, moving hard down into the next routine. Maddala Genius, who was still sticking to the wall, slammed his collar to the ground and crashed the solid wood floor of the Storm Shadow Inn lobby into a cave.

The people who witnessed the scene could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. The first thought in their minds was not how dare someone sabotage the Lord's private possessions, but how much hatred this young man had against each other.

The phoenix's eyes flashed and she grabbed her sword and looked unconsciously.

She is not unfamiliar with a place like the hotel, but Mr. Liu rarely leads her to stay in a crowded area for too long. Besides, Brando suddenly makes an effort to attract everyone's attention to her, leaving the Queen of Nine Phoenixes with some simple thoughts.

Her gaze fell on several adventurers standing at the counter not far away, who were actually ready to leave early in the morning, but Brando's performance left them somewhat overwhelmed, wondering if they should go by her side and go out the other door.

But what if there's a misunderstanding about that young man?

They had just obviously heard the young man called Brother Phoenix Fire, whose strength they had witnessed before. How dare they build easily in the face of this level of strength?

The adventurers noticed the glance of the phoenix fire, one of them with short Qier blonde hair, some playful girl green eyes revealed a helpless color, hurried and smiled and waved at her, indicating that he had no malice.

The Phoenix Fire looked at these weirdos somewhat incomprehensibly and thought that a number of foreigners had recently appeared in the Channel.

Adenie let go of her hand and couldn't help but sigh slightly. She thought her luck was really bad. She came here from Rubik with her companions as deputy chief of the Knights of the Wings of the Pull, overcoming countless difficulties in search of the legendary light of wisdom - the prophecies of the discerning prophets were here. Unfortunately, after a month of searching, there was still no clue left of Rosalind.

Getting to Jiufeng from the Great Desert was not easy. She had intended to go to Rain Swallow Plains for luck, but never expected to arrive in Green Jade Hill before the White Festival. The boat had been arrested for a strange attack on Rosalind.

The longer we stay in Rosalind, the smaller the money in our pockets, the bigger the group, the longer we may be expected to stay here. It was easy to find a cheap house to rent and was going to check out of an expensive hotel. I didn't expect this to happen again after just finishing the trip.

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