The Amber Sword

Seeing that the eleven elders had come close to the summoning of the Jade Sword, they put their hands on the Pharaoh and said a few words that he did not understand at all, but felt that those words were frustrating and powerful.

But Brando could feel the other person's breath suddenly connected to the blue dragon in the middle of the sky, his heart sinking, looking at the seven elders and the three elders in front of him, suddenly took something out of the suspended sphere hanging on his chest.

It was an ancient longtooth flute with five holes and gold trim at the end of the mouth, engraved with ivy and water bottle goddess embossed on it, the horn of the Hoffwald Award he had bought from the Tyrmouths.

Without saying a word, he directly activated the flash sword, and then two winds before and after for nine weeks. The images of the two men were like lightning, stabbing the three elders and the seven elders simultaneously, almost staring out their eyes.

“No, not a phantom! Careful, his attack ignores distance! ”

The Third Elder felt that his cold hair had risen upright. When did the Yuyan Plain become such a horrible man, but his heart was calm. The more concerned he was with iron and steel than steel, the closer he was to death, the more Anjirusu.

Instead, he held the sword with one hand as his hands, evoking the power of the heart. All the surprises, burglaries, shock and jealousy previously generated disappeared. They all blended into the cold as iron heart, as if it was no longer Brando, but a moving target.

He shook the sword in his hand continuously, blocking it with a sword blade barrier, while Brando on the other side was also the first perfectly flashing sword. There was a clear sense of harmony between the man, sword and space. The obvious sense of fracture that had previously split the space had completely disappeared, and the sword in his hand was more than one stroke faster.

That brilliant blade has completely lost its trajectory - the world thinks that the Flaming Sword of the Fire King describes his sword as fast as lightning, and as soon as lightning flashes, the blade flashes white, but only at this moment does Brando realize that the essence of lightning originally lies in lightning.

It flashes and disappears.

At the blinking interval, he had crossed dozens of meters and Odyphus stabbed seventeen swords in his hand, each with different angles, directions, and intensities.

Together with the wind, nine weeks after the wind was prompted by the flash sword to the ultimate, and the magical split brought up appeared continuously around the three elders, as if a continuously blurred shadow wall.

But even more surprising to Brando was that under such a stormy and rainy offense, the other sword curtain did not move the same tattoo. Tinker Bell sounded like a double sword. Mars splashed down like a flaming waterfall. Seventeen swords in a row, from front to back, the old man in front of him came out cold as iron.

Even more surprising to him was that he could clearly feel less powerful than himself when he crossed the sword with him earlier, but at this moment he could feel a nascent force gushing out of each other after each confrontation.

He doesn't know Jiufeng's swordsmanship, but if Phoenix Fire were here, he would surely have been told that this is one of the highest auspices of the Iron Heart Flow - 'Iron Focus’ and ‘Excellent Recruitment'.

If Jiufeng swordsmanship is counted as the worthy first offensive swordsmanship in the world, and Nine Years after the wind is more famous for mystery than forceful attack, and if the defensive swordsmanship is at the head, the Iron Heart Sword shall bear the strongest name.

Nine Phoenix locals refer to the Iron Heart Stream as a steel fortress, which is in no way a false name.

Mr. Liu stood aside, but the latter could no longer see the confrontation between Brando and the Three Elders, let alone provide the latter with any help; not to mention that after his overdrafting of life to summon Gu Fengyu, the whole person was half-kneeling by now.

No comatose past, all purely because the will is strong in support.

But Brando doesn't need outsiders' pointers either.

He's a warrior.

He can also rely on other means to solve things that cannot be solved by swordsmanship. Warriors rely on their acute instincts above the battlefield to fight for victory, and rank, equipment, terrain, and even morale are all their means of fighting.

Brando is naturally no exception.

When the flashing sword with the wind did not work in the ninth and ninth rounds of fierce aggression, he directly slipped into it, pointing straight at the heart of the seven elders, without regard to the cold and sparkling sword screen in the other hand.

“Injury for injury?” The three elders' eyebrows didn't wrinkle, and the swordsmanship they attributed to might pose some threat to others, but the sword saints they used to deal with the iron heart flow made him worthless.

Cold as iron, he directly chose the most effective response, also pointing straight at Brando's neck with the tip of his sword, as if he intended to end it.

If Brando can also say that there is some reckoning, then he is a true but desperate one, and in the heart of the iron heart, the swordsmen have long set life and death aside.

Brando certainly couldn't trade his life for this kind of guy, he didn't even intend to turn on his indomitable talent, because that horrible blue jade sword was still hanging over his head, how dare he use his ability to save his life in such a place ahead of time.

He turned his head away from each other's deadly blade, but as soon as he moved, he lost his lead in the fight. The Third Elder similarly easily avoided Brando's sword while seizing the opportunity to fight back, smiling and pointing the blade blade between Brando's shoulders.

Avoid a deadly sword, but always leave a souvenir behind, or get the fuck back!

But he didn't know that Brando couldn't resist his sword and jumped straight at him, letting his sword sharp slice into each other's left belly and bring a rosy mist of blood from there.

The latter then hit himself heavily, knocking him out on several heels.

This round of fighting seemed like he was making a lot of money, but when the three elders climbed up from the ground, they realized they had made a mistake:

They don't want to exchange injuries, they want to exchange injuries for paths.

Too bad he actually fell for it.

He heard a scream in his ear when he was neutral. He didn't have to look back to understand that the Seven Elders were also injured. The latter's strength was worse than that of him. He certainly did not do the heart like steel. He responded to mistakes in the previous sword.

He looked up and saw the Seven Elders kneeling on their shoulders, and Brando had already killed a bloody road between them.

Brando suffered two serious injuries, one on his left abdomen, a piece of blood wet on a black fleece trench coat and the other on his cheek, crossed from his left forehead between his right eyes, and he closed his eyes and bled.

In fact, he understood in his heart that it had nothing to do with the strength of the seven elders and the other party. The other party probably never dreamed that he would dare to exchange this sword in person. He was not afraid to be overthrown by a sword. It was so bold.

Brando is naturally not bold, but confident in his own defense, not to mention his desire for quick action.

When he waved his hand, he gave the opposite side no time to react, and immediately leapt forward to the fish to pass between the elders of the two ghost cars, while lifting the award horn in his hand and pouring the glittering john inside into the mouth.

The liquid came in, a cool sensation spread from limb wreckage to limb, the pain on the face and abdomen suddenly lightened, the blood stopped standing, and although the effect was not as horrible as the Angel's Heart Bottle, Howard's performance was much better than that of Holy Water No. 2.

But Brando was so angry at this moment that he yelled at Father Pit, naturally he didn't forget that the gin had a power boost effect, but I didn't think that the power boost effect was like this--

As the liquid entered his throat, Brando immediately felt a burning sensation in his brain and a tightening in front of him, as if creating the illusion that his muscles were drumming up a lap. This sensation resembled what he felt when he inspired the Knight of Death crystal, except that it was instantaneous, but this was a continuous state.

And the next moment, he felt like he had a heavy hammer in his head.

It's not that he was attacked in secret, or that he was counted by the Timorese.

It's some sort of re-primitive state --

He's drunk.

“Father Nima Pit!” Brando couldn't help but drag the Timothians out for a beating and didn't tell him that the liquid would have side effects.

And even if it had side-effects, I wouldn't have told him it was going to be that big.

Brando only felt the sky spinning and there was only one crying thought left in his heart:

Goddamn it, it's so powerful!

He stomped one step forward, his power could already be said to be far inhuman after entering the kingdom of the elements, in fact the human body has grown after the gold field has been maximized, more after the elements is the power of the law, the physical attributes themselves are already difficult to achieve as many or tens of times as before, as can be seen from his own attribute panel.

This situation lasts until the perfect body before further progress in physical attributes can be made, but it is still far from being one of the most promising races in the entire Vaughn world, from white to black iron, from black iron to silver and gold dozens of times; from the mere extent of strength growth, it can be said that human beings are indeed one of the most promising races in the entire Vaughn world.

And what a 25% increase in total power means is almost the full growth of power from the realm of the elements to the late peak of the law, or from the extreme realm to the perfect body.

To say that Brando's liquor fluids go down, in strength alone, has reached the level of the highest age in the Sage realm, and he has yet to realize it himself, he just feels dizzy in his head, like a lousy alcoholic who likes to drink and drink.

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