After a short and intense contact battle, the atmosphere on the arena seemed to change suddenly.
Before Brando got up from the ground and finished breathing, the old man who had attacked him before—his grandfather rushed up. The young man was so horrified that he didn't want to throw the sword in his left hand forward, and then retreated.
He didn't want to confront his grandfather head-on. It wasn't that Brando had a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, but that the old man was too terrifying.
But he immediately realized that things didn't seem to be that simple anymore.
Because after Buja, Test and Alberton stood up, they no longer rushed to attack, but cautiously aligned with his grandfather, and the four began to cooperate.
The battle seemed to become calm and long. Brando soon discovered that since his grandfather had joined, the old man had led the attacking rhythm of the three men. He interrupted their fast attack, and instead made the attacking rhythm slow.
Brando never imagined that a veteran who had participated in the November War would appear so calm when leading three top swordsmen to attack him—or rather, suitable
As if this old man was born a leader, let others obey his command consciously.
After the authorities have slowed down, it seems to be beneficial to Brando on the surface, but in fact the young man has a hard time knowing that this kind of steady and steady play will eventually give him no chance.
It is nothing more than dragging it longer, but eventually it will be exhausted and defeated.
Brando was one of the first three at a time. According to his opinion, he could not handle his grandfather alone. The old man's swordsmanship was as sharp as he had seen in his dreams in the past, and it was impeccable at all.
But the opponent is not eager for success, but try to destroy his counterattack and offense. Every time Brando wants to break through in the direction of Teste, his grandfather will appear there and drive him back—and They often have to chase once, and they will retreat as soon as they can't take advantage.
But Brando knew that if he didn't fully cope with that sword chase, what he would wait next might not be as simple as retreating at once. It was a deadly siege, a seemingly simple sword, but hidden infinite murderous intent.
For this reason, he had to deal with it with full concentration. Sometimes it seemed that the attack was not dangerous, but it became extremely dangerous when surrounded by other powerful enemies. The old man always seemed to hide his intentions well and let Bran Much more had to be up to 120,000 points of energy to deal with each of his attacks.
Even if it's a fake trick, it's no exception.
The young man quickly became miserable. If he had a chance to attack fast, but with this kind of blunt knife cutting the meat, he seemed to have to watch himself being slowly drained to death.
After several breakouts to no avail, Brando's range of activities has been forced by four experienced swordsmen to become smaller and smaller. He will almost retreat as a wall of air, but the other party does not seem to give him a breathing space. Rather, it was forced to come up further.
This time it was Buga and Test who attacked.
To say that Brando is not afraid of this combination, but he knows that his grandfather and Alberton are behind, waiting for him to throw himself into the net at any time.
This made the young people afraid to fight back with all their strength, and could only defuse the other's fatal attacks with tricks and tricks, while slowing down as much as possible, while leaving room for the sudden attack by Alberton and his grandfather.
This kind of concentrated battle makes Brando miserable. He must maintain full attention at all times-the flow of the surrounding air, the changes in the opponent's muscles, even a subtle expression and a trace of expression in the eyes. He must It has a panoramic view, only in this way can he cooperate with his past understanding of various swordsmanship-it is so clear what each of these four people is going to do in the next moment.
He had never done this before, and it made him very uncomfortable, as if every cell in his body was moaning|groaning, his head became groggy, and the movement of his hands seemed to become a subconscious behavior.
But Brando did not realize that his state at this moment was surprisingly good. The swordsmanship he had seen in the past and his knowledge of swordsmanship confirmed each other a little bit in the battle, and gradually manifested from the knowledge of another world to the knowledge of this world. knowledge-
It seems unconscious, but it has already been integrated.
One sword.
Two swords.
Three swords.
After Brando blocked the three swords of Buga and Tester at the same time with three astonishingly fast swords, his grandfather and Alberton seized the opportunity to attack.
The teenagers off the court let out an exclamation, even Qian couldn't help covering her mouth, her eyes widened—
Brando didn't even think about it, but exploded out the surplus energy left before. He blocked his grandfather's sword with a backhand sword, retreated with strength, and swept the ground with another sword of white crow swordsmanship, and the raised dust repelled Alberton's forward offensive.
He landed again and blocked his grandfather's second sword.
Three swords again.
All this happened in one breath, Brando only realized after finishing all this-he definitely didn't have this kind of strength before.
He was startled in a cold sweat.
In the past so many years in the game, Brando has seen countless swordsmanship, but in fact he understands that the swordsmanship of the two worlds is not the same thing.
After all, one is given by the system, and the other is obtained through practice.
The degree of mastery is completely different.
Just like Brando understands a lot of swordsmanship postures, attack routes, and even shot routines, but asking him to display it is always just a fancy fur.
But the six swords just now were completely different.
The previous six swords were equivalent to blocking the six attacks of Buga, Tester, Alberton, and his grandfather in just a few seconds—
"Fuck!" Brando was shocked in his heart-because what he unconsciously shot was not a self-made move, but a flash sword!
Not only did he recognize it, in fact, Kuran outside the field at this moment also saw that it was wrong.
The old man kept frowning at first, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. Brando's understanding of swordsmanship was so good that he couldn't help being jealous of such a large age.
You must know that although Tobbs and Buga on the field are not in their heyday, according to the current level, he thinks that he will not be able to support two or three rounds.
Not to mention that although the other two people don't know each other, they don't seem to be soft-footed.
This is a battle of pure swordsmanship.
But the surprise that the young man gave him was much more than that, especially after Brando showed off his blitz swordsmanship-Kuran couldn't believe his eyes.
That is the ancient swordsmanship passed by the fire dragon Bahamut to the flame king Gilt! That is the inheritance of the dragon clan!
"This is not Soul Yin Swordsmanship, not Wind Elf swordsmanship!" A voice in his heart yelled, "Isn't this kid relying on Soul Yin, how is this possible!"
"Didn't Tobbs tell him all this? But the inheritance is clearly in the hands of that young man!"
Kuran shook his head vigorously and threw these thoughts out of his mind. He immediately realized a new problem, if he did not rely on Yin Soul. So how did the other party reach the golden realm
Is this the so-called genius
…
When the old man was fighting between heaven and man on the sidelines, Brando's grandfather and Alberton retreated, and then Tester and Buga once again smashed up with wheel warfare.
The young man can be said to be exhausted at this moment, but he can only retreat, being quite close to the air wall behind him.
"My lord, be careful behind!"
Uta saw this and couldn't help but reminded loudly.
Brando was distracted and sensed behind him for a while, and he realized that he was about to retreat. But he raised his eyes and looked around, what ability does he have to break through
It may be okay to exchange injuries for injuries, but you must never let your grandfather be aware of your intentions, otherwise it may become life for life.
Brando frowned. He felt that he was going to lie to the old man, which was unrealistic.
But at this time, he heard someone shouting outside:
"Boy!"
This voice seemed so far away in his groggy spiritual world, as if it came from the horizon. But Brando still understood, and the only one who would call him by this name was the old guard captain.
He shook his head vigorously, wondering why the other party would mess with himself at this time. Does he want to take the opportunity to get rid of himself? Then this abacus was a big mistake. Since Brando dares to challenge, he naturally has a way to protect himself.
It's just that this old guy is so distracting him by the side, and that sword of the earth may be in vain accidentally, which makes Brando a little irritated.
He took a breath and wanted to calm himself down. He didn't plan to give up the sword, but at this moment Kuran shouted again:
"Where is your Seal Soul, kid?"
"This is it again?"
Brando didn't know what Yin Soul was, he just felt that he didn't even have the strength to answer rhetorical questions. But Kuran seemed to know this too, he immediately shouted inside:
"Your ring, use your ring!"
As he shouted, he raised the Fenghou ring in his hand and pointed.
Brando frowned, he was puzzled while raising his sword to alert the four master swordsmen approaching. Ring after the wind? Doesn't this old man still understand that all equipment and skills that have nothing to do with swordsmanship in this arena will be blocked
Therefore he did not intend to answer.
The old man was slightly startled, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Brando's inactivity. But he suddenly thought of something and quickly said: "Boy! Wait, I didn't let you use it, you concentrate on sensing this ring-it is real!"
Brando was startled.
He turned his head subconsciously and looked at Kuran with an extremely surprised look:
"What's really?" There was such a sentence in his eyes.
"The ring is not a fake!" Kuran jumped anxiously: "I don't know how you got it, but it belongs to your grandfather, it's real!"
He suddenly widened his eyes: "Be careful behind!"
Brando turned his head, it turned out that the moment his grandfather caught him distracted, he had already pierced his heart with a sword. Brando could completely feel the cold killing intent from the opponent's blade.
The god of death seemed to come to him.