The Amber Sword

Flash Sword.

If we're going to talk about how familiar the world is with Flashing Swords, Brando doesn't dare say he's one of the best, but he's one of the best. Though his flashing sword is incomplete, the Krutz have lost more, and many generations of the Krutz royal family have not produced a sword saint, a sword that is now handed down only in two pieces in the Knights of Flames.

Just like their quest for power, dragons always like to reach the ultimate in one direction, and as part of the Dragon Nation's heritage, the Flaming Sword of the Fire King also has the characteristics of unmatched destructive power and ultimate speed.

So in this world, there is no better way to deal with flashing swords than to attack with flashing swords, in order to fight fast is the only way, any other swordsmanship has to be slightly less than one. This is not to say, of course, that Flashing Sword is the most powerful swordsmanship in the world, but because its own characteristics dictate that once an opponent has preempted with Flashing Sword, the best countermeasure remains Flashing Sword.

Brando's hand was almost always in the position where the blade was supposed to start, but his mind was like lightning, eventually raw suppressing his near-instinctual idea.

Flashing Sword's attack was about one of the most gorgeous swordsmanship showdowns in the world, and he was sure to suppress the swordsman across the street - a middle-aged man who did give him a big ‘surprise’, but Brando himself was no different and calmed down after a brief surprise.

Each step of the opponent is calculated just right. The smell of the battle can only be seen in the most advanced warriors he has seen in the previous generation. Unfortunately, the other party did something wrong after all.

He probably never thought his opponent would flash his sword as well.

It's like Brando didn't expect him to flash his sword.

Brando took a step back.

The blade of flame in his hand was whimpering gently, as if in response to the fiery intentions in his heart.

When the glitter of a sword shines, a little girl with a long sword is reflecting this glittering sword in her eyes, as if she had been magically stuck. Though born in the royal family of Jiufeng, the Yufeng clan is strictly educated, and as the heir of the Yufeng magician, she has hardly ever lived a life of Youwo. At best, she is worry-free.

In her limited memory, she moved on to the only deepest part of her life in the previous decade, where she was accompanied only by painstaking cultivation and swordsmanship.

Nine Phoenixes founded the nation with a sword.

She has seen many talented swordsmen, legendary swordsaints, stunning swordsmanship, and her most memorable is a brilliant sword light, interwoven with sword shadows, weaving a dream that belongs to a young girl.

She held the sword in her hand, and her dream was to go to the top of the road.

The apex of a man with a sword.

And what kind of swordsmanship is the world's finest swordsmanship, Jiufengdi swordsman often said, skill is close.

So what kind of swordsmanship is that?

Legend has it that the desert wind sword she learned is a shortcut divine technique. After entering the ninth order, the sword of the Fire Red Lotus moves to destroy the heavens and the earth, as if it were Nirvana.

But nine-order swordsmanship, that's just the legendary existence. Even the swords of the wise men who stood in the cloud for thousands of years, their passing on skills were only a few 7-8 order swordsmanship.

Phoenix Fire often wonders, the mystery of Nine Phoenix, where the legendary Chinese Fire Red Lotus Sword is kept in a state of stagnation - the most powerful skeleton moves in desert wind swordsmanship, what kind of swordsmanship known as phoenix technique really exists?

But at this moment, she suddenly understood something.

Such swordsmanship exists in this world...

It shines like a light, like a lightning bolt, which is clearly the first cry of the world's life, but when it comes out of the box, she sees not the glow of all things, but a raging flame, like a red flame that breaks away from all chains.

Once this flame is burned, it will not move forward, as if it were to burn down the earth, and it will never be comfortable.

Even if she saw the sword alone, she could understand what it contained, and it was born only to resist everything.

This is the sword of the warrior.

The phoenix's heart suddenly realized that it might not reach this point in its life. The sword in its hand could not respond to the emotions in its heart, as if it were a dead thing.

She was already a vegetarian land, but the sword blade in her hand had nothing but the fire of nirvana in the middle of an apathetic wind, and she could not feel the existence of her own laws.

That's not her sword.

Not even her way.

The little girl bit her somewhat lustrous lower lip tightly, her eyes bright and crystal clear, silent.

She was even a little distracted and couldn't help but wonder, if I was under this sword, should I resist so much? How can Mr. Brando fight back under this sword?

By contrast, the reaction between Stallone and Tagus on the side is much smaller, and while flashing swords are legendary to them, there are times when the mind is too complex to see the world and the resulting awareness much less.

The flashing sword raised their eyebrows, but the reaction of Brando was more of a concern to both of them, especially the former.

But they know that this young Lord Eluin will flash his sword, too.

That Singh stayed where he was. Such a battle was long beyond his comprehension. He could not see it, and he did not need to see it. He could only pray that this young man could be carried down under the offensive of Captain Boban.

He didn't expect Brando to fight back. He knew the captain of the guard next to his lord was powerful, but he didn't expect to be so strong.

He doesn't know what a flashing sword is, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand what the law of direct separation of space with a sword means.

Sebastian and those in close proximity widened their eyes, and they were closer to the captain of the guard next to the lord on weekdays, including this dark-skinned young man, most of whom knew Boban only in silence and seriousness, who was loyal to the Rosalind family but seldom relied on his own identity to ask for anything.

He lived even more painfully than most knights and did not pursue pleasure, but did not seem to be a swordsman like a bitter monk. Deep down, he demanded very little power, money and beauty. In anyone's eyes, the captain of the guard was considered an odd man.

Like most of the knights in the estate, Sebastian only knew that the gentleman was strong, but to what extent, he also heard rumours of words coming from those knights.

He is much stronger than any other knight, even the captain of the knight, and the swordsmen of any celestial kingdom, behave in front of Mr. Boban. In Sebastian's mind, the captain of the guard is probably one of those people, enough to be a winner in Rosalind, but that's all.

Even if this insightful teenager had overspent his entire imagination, it would have been unexpected that even the captain of the guard next to Lord Lordship would have stood at the height of the world, even in the Rain Swallow Plains, in Jiufeng and even in the whole of Warnde.

Boban's sword, not only reflected in Brando's eyes, but also blinded the knights and Lord Rosalind's eyes at the moment of his sword.

Extreme.

Extreme Realm -

“The man is dead.” It's a pity in Sebastian's heart that he hasn't read Miss Delphine's letter and doesn't know if his mission is complete. He doesn't know how to tell the beautiful gentle lady about it.

Has the subject of your letter been killed by the Lord's Captain of the Guard before he could read it?

Then he got nervous: the diary was still on that person, hopefully the Lord would not search for his belongings and wonder if Miss Delphine would be involved.

At this time, he is most worried about the opposite, not himself.

But Sebastian's thoughts at this moment are those of most people.

“This man is dead...”

Rosalind's thoughts are more complex, his insights are richer than Sebastian's, and his imagination boundaries are wider, but his thoughts about the Rosalind family's greatest fantasies and expectations do not include the option that his captain would suddenly become a polar master.

He was surprised and surprised, but inevitably worried. In his position, he had to consider the issue in another way.

For what purpose does such a man hide his strength in the Rosalind family and behave in vain?

Is it really for the little favor your father once gave you?

A strong man at the polar end would be short of this?

These messy thoughts mixed up in his head, preventing him from paying close attention to what was happening in front of him until one of his men dragged his sleeve beside him - the knights did not dare to easily drag the arms of their Lord - and he reacted.

He spoke unconsciously and asked, "Did that man lose?... Bring the little girl here. Remember not to touch her hands. Her identity is more noble than yours to the unknown...”

He was somewhat impatient to say: “Let Mr. Boban... no, I mean Master Boban, I have something to say to him. Forget it... you better take me to him...”

“My lord...” The knights' voices are a little awkward.

“What are you still standing there for?” The Lord of Rosalind couldn't help but raise an anonymous fire in his heart, and he couldn't really guess what he, the captain of the Guard, was planning, as if that was the only thing the Rosalind family deserved to plan.

Since the discovery of that thing, how can the little Rosalind family tolerate these great gods, whether they're haunted by ghost cars or people around them, like sharks who smell the smell?

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