The Amber Sword

Brando did not have any more swords. After the blade of flame blocked Boban's sword, the illusion of Frost Winner Sina was quickly joined by the Cruz. He was familiar with the swordsmanship that Cruz and Eru had handed down in folk mouths. Each of these swordsmanship, though not surprising, was brilliant, but more concise and practical after the precipitation of history.

With his understanding of swordsmanship, coupled with nine weeks after the wind as a footnote, enough to corrode into magic. Seven times in a row, the fast sword forced Boban to give up and continue to attack with the flash sword, because there was also a blade of flame next to him, and at this time, Boban had realized that he had lost his last chance.

When when when seven consecutive strikes, each time the two swords intersect each other extends seven or eight steps in parallel in the direction Boban retreats, to the seventh sword, he has fully attacked the heresy.

By this time, Phoenix Fire could not see the beauty of swordsmanship.

She just thought Mr. Brando's swordsmanship was perfect.

Because it's just the right place...

Bo Ban's heart grew happier and looked at Brando's sword blade with a different glow in his eyes. Of course, he could recognize that this is a fast sword art in Anzeluta, a short sword fighting skill used by the locals to fight.

Only those who are familiar with these two countries, and only those who truly know swords, can bring this plain swordsmanship to this realm. It is not as tall as a flashing sword, nine weeks after the wind, but it will happen here.

I don't need anything more gorgeous.

Swordsmanship is the art of combat, and there is no excessive burden of real combat.

He retreated to the limit, and the fast swordsmanship in the phantom hand would be better to the limit, which is the limit of manpower, but there are other things in the world that are not manpower to speculate on, which is nine weeks after the wind.

Miracles witnessed by the Moon of Magic.

A sword technique based on magic.

At the end of the quickswordsmanship, Boban saw a bright, golden line flashing through the darkness, a narrow, bright sword blade, so radiant, as if it were brighter than his life.

He was fascinated, as if he had seen everything in the world, if not for the will of an old soldier to awaken him at the last minute and shout out that name.

The sword was not just a piece of blood drawn on his shoulder, but a piece of clothing to pass by.

Because it's a flashing sword.

Feverishly pursuing aggressive swordsmanship, its sword blade is like the fiery fire of the plains, crying out to break free from all the shackles of the world, to pursue blood and victory.

Long time.

Brando only reopened his eyes and his eyes wrapped under his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he had just returned from the dream of the previous battle.

His eyes turned against the phoenix fire, and the little girl respectfully offered him a gift, not because of the numerous courtesies of the Nine Phoenix royal family, but because of the respect of the master.

He looked at each other's dark and dark hair, and his heart was slightly enlightened. Not everyone in the world had the privilege of witnessing the ultimate sword.

Phoenix Fire can be described as lucky, and this battle will bring her a lot of things, but the other side's luck is not in witnessing an unreserved confrontation between two polar masters, but in her possession of enough talent to understand all of this, although it may take some time.

But for those knights who also witnessed the battle, the guards had that Lord Rosalind, the battle was brilliant, but otherwise pointless.

This is no doubt a pity.

These people may never understand what they've missed.

And he's just as lucky.

When he saw the look of the phoenix fire and went back to taste the battle, he found something in his heart. Something about swordsmanship suddenly faded for him, and his desire for victory and defeat was no longer what was originally calculated in his heart.

And became a simple, pursuit and desire. Brando suddenly discovered that his fighting talent had also begun to evolve from the day after tomorrow into something purely more intuitive.

That kind of thing is not to calculate the gains and losses of a sword, but to know that you want to win, that you know how to win, that you can't quantify it, that you can't describe it in words, that is, you understand it in your heart.

If he had rehearsed the previous battle at this moment, when Boban pressed him against him with a mirror stop, his first choice might now be to strike a sword directly, rather than carefully putting aside his lines of law first.

The former is intuition and the latter is experience.

He relies heavily on his own experience, which for him is the most precious asset, whether his understanding of swordsmanship, his understanding of combat, his understanding of past history, his understanding of everything in the Amber Sword game--

was once his greatest dependence and pride in the world.

He was afraid of what to do if he lost it, or if it all stopped working?

Now he has the answer.

When Brando opened his eyes, he seemed to see a straight path ahead of him, and his battle with Blank inspired him almost second only to what he had achieved in his dreams and in his grandfather's first battle.

The former gave him the answer to Brando's life, and the latter gave Brando the answer to his future.

Only victory...

But he was not surprised, or even surprised, because he knew that his battle with the Deputy Marshal had not been the result of all this, and should be said to have been a lure.

Since his departure from the elemental barrier, or since his battle with the Silver Queen and the many Polar Powers of the Empire, constant fighting and increasing hearing have finally allowed him to transcend his past self at this moment.

Perhaps there are some shortcomings in strength.

But he understood that it was just an illusion created by the power of the tablet, and one day, when he was perfecting his body again, he got more than that power.

When he wanted to understand that.

He suddenly felt the holy sword in his hand, Odyphus, trembling gently, as if it were echoing the emotions in his heart, and then in his astonished eyes he felt a golden line in his head spreading like a flame, followed by a line of words.

Brando suddenly understood.

That's flashing sword technology.

Complete, inheritance of Gilt the Flaming King.

Shown right in front of him.

……

Installon and Tagus stood silently on a rugged street, and Lord Rosalind's unconscious and comatose scene had no effect on either of their dead spirits.

After witnessing the battle between Boban and Brando, the knights could not continue to attack the latter even if they replaced their brains with knees. So while the streets were crowded, the main confusion revolved around Lord Rosalind, and Brando followed the captain of the guard, and everyone else behaved ‘in an orderly fashion' in the eyes of both.

The guy who just yelled at the exit already didn't know where he was going. If he wanted to come, he might have to take off his knight's skin and never dare come back to this place.

Though Instaron felt that Count Tony Gold might not necessarily be so petty as to compare himself to such a guy, he also understood each other's thoughts, after all, it was not common in this world for people who dared to gamble with their little lives.

But among those who truly deserve to die, he feels he should be among the best. Not only does he dare to joke about his‘ existentiality '- life is meaningless to the dead, only being valuable - but he even dares to joke about the head of the Empire's supreme dominion.

If he fails, he is definitely not the only one who loses his mind, his family and his best friend, Tagus, will be uprooted, and even the kingdom he likes in the dark will not necessarily be dismayed.

But there's always some madman in the world, and he is, and Tagus is, and he believes that His Majesty the Emperor is.

He was able to see the deepest madness in her glorious eyes, and she came to the world with a mercury wand not to save Madara, but to satisfy the * * domination of everything that she could not contain in her heart.

He believed that the mercury wand's preference for himself stemmed from the same kind of madness.

“Because we are a dull and monotonous being, we know this for ourselves, and while we strive to avoid seeing it in our hearts, sometimes we have to admit that because time and life make no sense to us, most of us are insane and inclined to self-destruct, except that a few of those guys nestled in Wal-Min will treat centuries-old boring experiments as fun...”

“It is only this destruction that manifests itself in a rather peculiar, obscure and elusive way that we wage war not to compete for the resources of survival, but simply to prove the existence of an empire. ”

“Because existence is too heavy for us...”

Instaron muttered to himself, repeating what had been said hundreds of years ago in the mouth of the Great Witch Ocasso. He turned to his partner and asked:

“I was wondering if the two of us had this subconscious in our minds when we made this plan? ”

Tagus shook his head, he was a serious man, and life was as strict and regular as a clock on his hair, and there was no meaningful or meaningless dispute: “At human age, you were only 25 years old, and I was 250 years old this year, and I was in a new generation of vampires, and for us this feeling was inevitably a little sad, sad, autumnal, and most of us didn't feel it ourselves. ”

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