In fact, Brando at this time was determined to prove himself with white crow swordsmanship, but he was also powerless. He couldn't help feeling a wave of weakness in his heart-this Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles was truly as terrifying as ever, and Sword Press didn't even give him the slightest room to fight back.
Not to mention the use of white crow swordsmanship, Brando thought that if he had an extra action, he would be killed by the sword immediately. Although Mephistopheles had made up his mind to capture him alive, the swordsmanship confrontation was not a joke after all.
Because both sides are sure that the other side will do their best, and one side will be killed by the other side if it is a little tricky. That kind of situation itself is not counted in Mephistopheles's expectation.
After all, who would have thought that opponents who were clearly fighting for their lives would joke about their lives
The Grey Sword Saint has calculated that Brando must do his best to resist every blow of himself, because only in this way can the young man's actions be restricted. In fact, this is the case, Brando has already let Mephistopheles Surprised.
He can now be sure that this young man is a genius, and he is not the ordinary one.
It's not that he is arrogant. He has never seen a young man who can walk through three moves in his hands. Not to mention young people, even many long-established swordsmen who have been famous for a long time, are not necessarily able to take their three swords in the golden realm so calmly-after some fights, Mephistopheles can see through Brando's approximate strength.
However, the more so, the more sure he is sure that Veronica will not give up this young man easily. Even in the Cruz Empire, the golden strength in her early twenties, and the dual genius of swordsmanship and tactics at the same time, is a rare one in hundreds of years. See you.
Not to mention Veronica, even he himself secretly cherishes his talents, but it is a pity that he is from Cruz. The genius of the Cruz people is his enemy.
Mephistopheles looked cold, but the sword in his hand was one point faster.
And at this time, Otales just yawned sleepily in Brando's heart, and then she said: "Quickly, little guy, exchange control of the body to me, this guy, you can't deal with it."
"No problem?" Brando's mind was lightning fast.
"There is a problem, there is too much difference in the absolute energy level between you and him, but at least it is not impossible to fight back."
"I mean, is it okay to use this method forcibly-Master Otales, you said, isn't this the correct way to use the seal?"
"Of course, I have been resting for a month or two since last time, and the problem is not too big for ten minutes." Otales replied somewhat proudly, and she hummed again: "Why, look down on my sister? "
"That's not it, Master Otales," Brando replied. He just thought that this time he was in the main material world after all, but when he thought of saving himself once in Bucci Otales, his heart Relieved: "Come on."
The exchange of thoughts between the two parties was only completed in an instant, and Mephistopheles' great sword had just hit the blade of the Earth Sword in Brando's hand.
But in fact, Brando is no longer in control of his body at this time.
And at that moment, Otales made three consecutive swords—the sword of the earth turned into a black shadow in her hand, hitting, pressing, and pressing, because the speed was too fast, it seemed to outsiders that it was the sword of the earth. The sword Haranga divided into three in an instant, and made contact with Mephistopheles' great sword.
'Ding—', the three sword strikes turned into the same metal trembling.
Then Otales took advantage of the momentum to retreat, unscathed and withdrew from the scope of the gray sword master's sword power. At this time, it was only a few seconds since the two played against each other.
There was a silent silence in Zakon.
The young people were all dumbfounded, not to mention the aristocrats of the Eruin envoy in the distance. They seemed to have only reacted at this time and realized what they had seen before.
Is that young man really Eruin
Do the two guys still perform the swordsmanship of the mortal world
Although those nobles are unbearable, they still have some abilities to join this envoy, especially Roberon's outstanding background, and his natural knowledge is also considered extraordinary. He took a deep breath and immediately realized something—that young man was probably Eruin's most outstanding genius in the past three centuries, and he must not be so unclear or ruined on that unknown guy.
Although Brando called out the name of the Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles just now, there are many people in this world who have the same name and surname. Besides, the Grey Sword Saint has disappeared for so many years, and Robron never thought that the identity of the other party was normal. of.
But at this moment he suddenly ran out and shouted: "Sir, wait, he is not Crewe..."
He originally wanted to prove that Brando was not from Cruz, but he didn't expect that before he finished speaking, the Juggernaut who suddenly retracted the huge sword on his shoulders had already spoken.
Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles raised his eyebrows and looked at Brando with interest; instead of looking at the yelling broad and fat Earl Roberon, he interrupted this guy. Brando said: "What a shining sword, a descendant of Gilt, the young man-Cruz's palace secret swordsmanship is now in your hands, what else can you say?"
As soon as he said this, the Eruin envoy over there immediately dropped its jaw.
Roberon stared at the young man dumbfounded, his mind was blank for a while-Cruz’s palace secret swordsmanship flash sword came from the dragon clan’s heritage, and it was more famous than Eluin’s white crow swordsmanship, which was adapted from the wind elf guard swordsmanship. many.
If white crow swordsmanship might still be left out, then in Flash Sword history, only the direct descendants of Gilt can practice. That is the swordsmanship belonging to the King of Flames and one of the pride of the Eagle Empire.
At this time, let alone the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles, even the fat Eruin aristocrat who had been fighting with Brando all the way out of the wolf disaster couldn’t help but doubt it, this young man. Is the nobility a Cruz
Although it looks like Brando is more like Eruin.
But in fact, except for the blond and blue-eyed descendants of the pure eagle knights, most of the Cruz and Eruins are very similar. After all, the two were born out of the same nation centuries ago.
Not to mention that Brando's mother is from Cadele, and his ancestor is a member of the exiled noble of Cruz, so he really doesn't seem to distinguish.
And at this moment, Roberon suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.
No wonder!
No wonder this young man dared to teach the little princess with the flower-leaf collar so mercilessly, no wonder he dared to confront Veronica face to face, no wonder he didn't put the lion-man with the golden mane Toquinine in his eyes.
Feelings This young man was originally a Cruze, and he was not a normal Cruze. He could flash the sword, that is to say, he was a direct descendant of Gilt, King of Flames.
Cruz is not like Eruin once changed the dynasty. There is a history of the Corcovado dynasty replacing the Sifah dynasty. Because of the support of the Temple of Flame, it is only natural that the descendants of the King of Flame have ruled the empire.
In summary.
In other words, this young man is not only from Cruz, but also from the Cruz royal family!
Thinking of how they dared to find trouble with a member of the Cruz royal family aggressively before, Earl Roberlan couldn't help but want to raise his fat hand to wipe sweat on his forehead.
He paused for a moment, and said hesitantly to Brando: "Mr. Baron, please forgive me. We shouldn't offend your Excellency before—"
He didn't dare to directly say that Brando was from Cruz, in order to avoid being angered, but in his opinion Mephistopheles had recognized Brando's identity, so it made no difference whether to speak or not.
But when he opened his mouth, Otales just glanced here without knowing the truth, and Brando, who put his soul back into his body at this time, almost couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
Nima, this time I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't clean it!
"Master Otales," he couldn't help but a little aphasia: "You—"
"What?" Ottalais was taken aback for a moment. She was not a fool. Hearing Mephistopheles' strange question and seeing the suspicious attitude of that fat Roberan, she naturally understood that she might have done something stupid. .
But what she couldn't figure out was that the swordsmanship of the Flame King Gilt was also the swordsmanship of the upright sage. Could it be that the descendants of the Flame King have now fallen to the point where everyone shouts
But it doesn't look like it.
"Aren't you a wind elf, why do you use flash swords?" Brando asked feebly: "Generally speaking, people use their most used swordsmanship, don't they?"
"That's right," Otales replied, "but little guy, this body is your body after all. I practice mostly swordsmanship suitable for women, and the swordsmanship of Gilt is probably the best. Only when your swordsmanship has been developed can you be able to exert one hundred percent of your power."
"In the situation just now, my sister can only protect herself with all her strength," she replied in her heart: "Besides the last time I was in the Arena of Destiny, wasn't it also the flash sword used?"
Brando almost took another bite of blood. He thought Otales was an accidental savior, but he didn't expect what was the worst decision, and this was the worst decision.
But he also knew that the female knight was not at fault, but he couldn't think of such a coincidence even if he wanted to break his head.
This Nima is also a coincidence!
But now it doesn't make much sense to say more. Even Eruin's envoys at the scene began to doubt his identity, and the centaur and tree elves naturally did not have the ability to prove his identity.
At this time, only Kuran, Antitina, and Qian could know that he was telling the truth, because they had seen him cast a lightning sword in the underground world.
But then again, can Kuran, Antitina and Akane really be sure? Brando knew that he was also a mystery in their hearts.
What's more, even if the two ladies are willing to testify, the Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles at this time may not necessarily be able to believe it, after all, in the eyes of this Sword Saint, they are the same as themselves.
Brando glanced over there.
Akane seemed to want to come up, but was held back by Antitina. This move made Brando breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid of Akane's impulse. Mephistopheles didn't kill himself because he was still useful, and he might not be able to be merciful to other people.
In fact, Brando understood at this time that there was only one way to prove his identity.
That is the silver brooch of the princess.
It is impossible for a real member of the Cruz royal family to pretend to be a member of the Knights of the Eruin royal family.
However, it is obviously not appropriate to show the silver brooch of Her Royal Highness here. Brando looked around for a week, and then said to Otales, "Master Otales, do you have any skills to increase speed."
"Naturally, what?" Otales replied while alerting Mephistopheles.
"Find a way to lead that guy away from here, to a place where no one is." Brando replied.
"Little guy, you are too whimsical," Otales shook his head: "He has too much power than you, and I can only make up for it with skill, and I can't escape—"
"Enough, the speed of Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles is his weakness," Brando replied affirmatively, "Although I don't say to get rid of him, it is more than enough to entice him."
"Are you so sure?" The female knight was startled slightly.
Brando wanted to be uncertain, he couldn't do the task of the Dark Iron Body back then, so he nodded, "Listen to me, Master Otales, go west from here and lead him to it. a place."
Otales hesitated, then nodded.
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