Brando did not use the sword again. After the Flame Blade fended off Boban’s sword, he held the phantom of Sina the Frost Singer and quickly connected with Cruz’s dagger skills. These swordsmanship is very familiar, although each of these swordsmanship is not amazing, but after the precipitation of history, it is more concise and clear, and it is a truly practical swordsmanship.
With his understanding of swordsmanship, coupled with Fenghou Jiuyao as a footnote, it is enough to turn corruption into magic. Seven times in a row, the fast sword forced Boban to give up and continue to use the flash sword to start the confrontation, because there was a flame blade nearby, and Boban understood that he had lost the last chance when his heart sank.
Dangdangdangdangdang has fought for seven consecutive times, and each time the position where the two swords intersects is extended in parallel to the direction of Boban's retreat for seven or eight steps. By the time the seventh sword is reached, it has been completely offensive and defensive.
By this time, Huang Huo couldn't see the exquisiteness of swordsmanship.
She only felt that Mr. Brando's swordsmanship was just right.
Because it is indeed just right—
Boban was even more pleased. He looked at Brando's blade with a strange brilliance. Of course he could recognize that this was the fast swordsmanship of the Anzeruta area, and the short sword fighting swordsmanship used by the locals to fight. One of the doors.
Only those who are familiar with these two countries, and only those who truly understand swords can bring this unremarkable swordsmanship to such a realm. It is not as tall as Flash Sword and Fenghou Jiuyao, but when used here, it will Will just happen.
No need to use other more gorgeous things.
Swordsmanship is the art of fighting. There is no extra burden in real fighting.
He retreated to the limit, and the fast swordsmanship in Phantom's hands would also reach the limit. This is the limit of manpower, but there are still some things in this world that cannot be speculated by manpower, that is, Jiu Yao after the wind.
A miracle witnessed by the Moon of Magic.
A swordsmanship based on magic.
When the last step of fast swordsmanship was completed, Boban saw a bright golden line flashing in the dark. It was a long, narrow and bright blade. It was so bright, as if it was even more shining than his life.
He was fascinated, as if he had seen everything in this world, if it hadn't been for the fortitude of an old soldier to wake him up at the last minute and call out that name.
This sword is not only to pull a bloody light on his shoulder, but to pass through the item.
Because it is Flash Sword.
Furiously pursuing offensive swordsmanship, its blade is like a prairie fire, shouting to break free from all the shackles of this world, to pursue blood and victory.
a long time.
Brando opened his eyes again, and the eyeballs wrapped under his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he had just recovered from the dream of the previous battle.
His eyes met Huang Huo, and the little girl respectfully bowed to him, not because of the various etiquette of the Jiufeng imperial family, but the respect of the master.
He looked at the dark cloud and dark hair of the other party, with a slight understanding in his heart. Not everyone in this world is fortunate enough to witness the Supreme Sword.
Huang Huo can be said to be lucky. This battle will bring her a lot of things, but the other party’s luck is not that she has witnessed the unreserved fight between two extreme masters, but that she has enough talent to understand all of this. Although it may take some time.
However, for those knights, guards and Lord Rosalin who also witnessed this battle, this battle was wonderful, but otherwise it was meaningless.
This is undoubtedly a pity.
These people may never understand what they are missing for a lifetime.
And he was equally lucky.
Just now when he saw Huang Huo's eyes and went to recollect the battle, he found that there was something more in his heart. For him, something in the way of swordsmanship seemed to fade suddenly, and the desire for victory was no longer something he had calculated in his heart.
It has become a pure, pursuit and desire. Brando suddenly found that his fighting talent had gradually evolved from acquired to innate, becoming a purer and more intuitive thing.
That kind of thing is not to calculate the gains and losses of one sword, but to know that you want to win, know how to win, which cannot be quantified, and cannot be described in words. It is the inner understanding.
If he were to rehearse the previous battle at this moment, when Boban pressed him over with the mirror, his first choice might be to shoot the sword directly instead of putting away his own rules carefully.之线.
The former is intuition, the latter is experience.
He is extremely dependent on his own experience, which is the most precious asset for him, whether it is his understanding of swordsmanship, his understanding of combat, his understanding of past history, his understanding of everything in the game "Amber Sword" —
Both were his greatest support and pride in the world.
He was once afraid that if he lost all of this, or that it no longer worked
Now he has the answer.
When Brando opened his eyes, he seemed to see a smooth path appearing in front of him. The inspiration for him from this battle with Frank was almost second only to the gains of his battle with his grandfather in a dream.
The former gave him the answer to Brando's life, and the latter gave Brando the answer to his future.
Only victory—
But he didn't have too many surprises or even surprises in his heart, because he knew that his battle with the deputy marshal was not the result of all this, it should be said that it was just a inducement.
Since he left the elemental barrier, or since he fought with the Silver Queen and the many extreme masters of the empire, his constant battles and increasing knowledge finally made him surpass his past self at this moment.
Maybe there are still some shortcomings in strength.
But he understood that it was just an illusion formed by the power of the slate, and one day when he perfected his body again, he would get more than just that power.
When he wanted to understand this.
He suddenly felt the holy sword Odyssey in his hand trembling slightly, as if echoing the feelings in his heart, and then in his surprised eyes, he felt that golden roots that spread like flames appeared in his mind. Lines, followed by lines of text appear on it.
Brando suddenly understood.
That is Flash Sword Swordsmanship.
Intact, the inheritance of Gilt, the King of Flames.
Shown before his eyes.
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Instaron and Targus stood silently on a messy street, and the scene where Lord Rosalin became noisy after being unconscious had no effect on the two undead.
After the Cavaliers witnessed the battle between Boban and Brando, even if they used their knees instead of their brains to think about problems, they would not be able to continue to attack the latter. Therefore, although the street was noisy, the main chaos was around Lord Rosalin, Brando followed the captain of the guard, and under the gaze of the two, everyone else behaved'in order'.
The guy who just yelled at him already didn't know where he was going. If he wanted to come, he might have to take off his knight master, and he wouldn't dare to return to this place again.
Although Instaron felt that Lord Tonigel might not be so petty and would care about such a guy, he also understood the other person’s thoughts. After all, someone who dares to gamble with his own life is in this world. It’s rare to see it.
But among these desperate people, he felt that he should be considered the best. Not only did he dare to make a joke about his own'existence'-life is meaningless to the undead, and only existence has value-he even joked about the head of the supreme ruler of the empire.
If he fails, he is definitely not the only one who loses his head. He and the family of his close friend Targus will be uprooted, and even the dark kingdom he optimistic about will be ruined because of this.
But there are always some lunatics in this world, he is, Targus is, and he believes that the emperor is the same.
He could see the deepest madness from her magnificent gaze. She came to this world with a mercury rod not to save Madara, but to satisfy her uncontrollable desire to rule everything in her heart. .
He believed that the favor of the Mercury Rod for him originated from the same kind of madness.
"Because we are a dull and monotonous existence, we also know this very well, although we try our best to avoid seeing this in our hearts, but sometimes we have to admit that because time and life have lost meaning to us, Except for the few guys in Walmin who would take hundreds of years of boring experiments as fun, most of us are crazy and tend to self-destruct..."
"It's just that this kind of destruction appears to be rather special, obscure and difficult for people to discover. We launched a war not to compete for resources for survival, but to prove the existence of the empire."
"Because existence is too heavy for us..."
Instalong muttered to himself, repeating a sentence that was uttered by the great Lich Okaso hundreds of years ago. He turned his head to look at his partner and asked:
"I'm wondering, when we both worked out this plan, did we have such a subconscious mind in our hearts?"
Targus shook his head. He is a serious person. To him, life is as strict and regular as a clockwork. There is no dispute between meaningful and meaningless: "According to the age of human beings. In the end, you are only twenty-five years old, and I am two hundred and fifty years old this year, in the new generation of vampires. For us, this feeling will inevitably be a little bit sad for the spring and autumn. Most of it is not our own feelings. "
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