Chaig hooked his waist through the wreckage of the window, and stepped on a floor of glass slag with him into the hall with seven pairs of iron-soled riding boots. The eight people straightened up together and pulled out their swords at the same time—the hall was in a mess, and blood was dripping from the corpses; the cultists were everywhere in sight, but the guards around the big men had stabilized their positions. Among them, the princess and her party are particularly eye-catching. The young man next to the Earl of Yanbao is holding a big sword, and he is always in control.
Chaig’s eyes locked on him for the first time; he squinted his only one-eyed eye, and the flesh on his face moved. Chaig had been famous among mercenaries for a long time, but his reputation was outside, so he turned his head. Most of the other seven people are similar to him. Regardless of their background or strength, the strength of the golden rank is enough to move. Everyone nodded silently. Now that they have come here, only success is left in their hearts. One possibility.
There is no turning back.
The eight high-ranking fighters stepped forward, and an invisible aura rushed toward them. The guards around the grand princes were all suffocated. They stopped and looked at each other and wondered what to do. Although there are no fewer than 20 masters in the gold field under any real power figure, the existence of the golden rank is mostly unique talents. , The princes ruled a vast territory, and their Golden Rank fighters rarely get together; at this time, Griffin seemed to have noticed something, she turned her head-Grand Duke Sifah smiled, his men His guards had stopped fighting long ago; Grand Duke Anlek looked cold, and there was no trace of expression in his deep indifferent eyes. He habitually pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, as if only air was left in front of him.
The other nobles were so scared that their faces were scared, and the Marquis Baltar of the sword castle looked a little nervous. He couldn't help lowering his head when he faced the beautiful half-elf girl. Griffiy suddenly understood that Vieiro, Carasu, Count Grey Mountain, and Count Vitogin were not present at the venue one by one. Their attitude was already obvious. She clenched her teeth and lowered her eyelids. Eyelids moved.
When he raised his head again, Griffith glanced coldly at the only two priests in the temple-the temple's top figures did not appear at all, and these two priests were afraid that they could not bear much responsibility.
At this moment Chaig frowned and couldn't waste time-his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and cruel brilliance, and he pointed to Li Woods, "That old guy is a palace archmage, so he can't be prepared to finish." The eight people nodded at the same time. At the same time, they bent down and launched a siege to the royal party. At this time, the surrounding nobles finally realized that the target of these wicked men was Her Royal Highness. At this moment, they could no longer care about the majesty of the royal family. They stepped aside for fear of avoiding. Too much.
The flower of the royal family is no longer dazzling at this moment. Eru gradually wiped out the last color on the flag.
Eight famous masters put on an offensive posture at the same time, the momentum on the court changed, and everyone couldn't help but change their expressions—
But the princess did not speak. She did not say a word. She watched the scene coldly, never taking a step back; the unyielding power conceived in her bones seemed to burst out at this moment, forming a standing banner. Even Brando felt the potential power behind him. He sighed slightly. This is the faith in that glorious banner. How long did the country named Eruin and his nobles? Come to this step again.
It is also impossible to look back.
Brando raised his sword.
"Haha, a genius!" Chai Ge's eyes lit up, and he realized that Brando had touched the Wall of Elements; geniuses are all proud, and Chai Ge's greatest hobby is to stifle this pride. He couldn't bear it. She grinned cruelly, although Brando is very strong, he is still slightly weaker than him; not to mention that he firmly believes that with his combat experience, he is not comparable to these stunned youths.
Geniuses also need time to develop, but they often don't have this time because they are too young.
Chaig licked his lips, as if he had tasted the long-awaited victory and the sweetness of blood. The bloody wine flows into the long-dry throat, and the refreshing taste is enough to make every pore tremble with excitement. Each of Chaig's swords is the most perfect, and it is because of this that he can enjoy the battle heartily.
It was an amazing sword, and even the most critical swordsman master couldn't find the slightest fault from it.
Princess Griffith changed her face when she saw this sword; she is a well-known swordsman in the royal family, but only after seeing the swords fighting on the battlefield did she understand her naivety. She may have an excellent swordsmanship, but Only at this moment did I understand why my swordsmanship instructor told me that it might take one or two real battles to truly stand out.
The reason is here.
The antelope hangs on its horns, without a trace.
Griffith moved her lips, but didn't remind her, because it represented her distrust of Brando. "Ah, be careful!" Count Yanbao whispered. Her Royal Highness turned her head and glanced at this close friend of her former boudoir slightly. She was suddenly a little sad. As a relative of the emperor, she was destined not to be free.
This is the responsibility of the so-called royal family.
Chai Ge's sword was near Brando's eyes, and the cold light flashing at the tip of the sword carried an imminent icy breath of death.
But Brando was expressionless and unmoved. He raised his sword and held it with the most standard sword in the textbook. 'So rigid—? 'When a metal clash made a rapid tremor that penetrated the air and shook everyone’s tympanic membranes, the first thing that came to everyone’s heart was this idea; everyone could see clearly, the young man next to Earl Yanbao used This is the most superficial move of Eruin's military swordsmanship—
Raise the sword and stand horizontally, this is the basis of life-saving that every soldier learns first. But it was just the basis, like a clumsy instinctive reaction, which was the worst response in everyone's eyes—even some people couldn't help but raise the weird idea that this sword was not worthy of Chaig's sword. But it doesn't matter, anyone who knows a little bit of swordsmanship will understand that such a rigid response will only drive oneself to ruin at best.
The sword of a master swordsman will never have only one sword.
Scared silly? A hint of alert flashed in Chaig's only one eye. Some people are called geniuses, so there must be reasons why he is proud of him. Chaig was never careless, because his blind eye was used to prove this. Brando's unexpected look as if the sword stroke of a dog hurriedly over the wall caused a deep alert in his heart. He felt a palpitation. Instinctively wanted to draw a sword and retreat.
But it was too late.
A sword appeared abruptly on his neck, and then penetrated through the neck. The dark blade tore the flesh and blood, and the scarlet liquid separated the air like a line, and then turned into a cloud of blood. The sword of the earth frustrated his cervical spine, allowing Chaige's last vision to circle the hall for a week, and his unwilling eyes revealed the last thought of his glorious life.
'How can it be so fast! ? '
There are two Brando in the hall.
Then disappear one by one.
Only the young man and the sword held high by him were left. The spine of the sword was flat and smooth, as black as ink, and the blade's edge had an afterglow. The entire manor was dead silent, as if the world had stagnated at this moment, and ghosts appeared in people's eyes, but all illusions eventually returned to nothingness, and the gentle breathing of the crowd passed like ripples.
Eagle Dejar's eyes widened. He will always remember this sword skill, the sword skill that cut off his arm.
"what!"
"What kind of swordsmanship is that!?"
Brando retracted his sword and turned around. No one in the room dared to look at him. The inheritance of the moon, the head of the three swords, will return to the world after thousands of years, and only one glance will make people remember its shining pride forever; there are seven people left, and a single encounter is doomed to the fall of gold, such a scene is doomed It only took place in the terrible battle decades ago, and in every thrilling war for hundreds of years, thousands of years, the breath of tragic fighting seemed to hit people's hearts and face.
The heart was shaken.
The seven golden rank warriors felt a coldness rising along the spine. They hadn't experienced this feeling for many years; in their eyes, Brando had turned into an ancient beast, and had coldly opened the snow white. Fang, the fighting instinct accumulated over the years can make them react. Seven people raised their swords, and seven people stepped forward, "Kill him!" First line.
The soldiers unite, and there is no longer a destined trajectory on the battlefield. Brando turned his head, and the three went straight behind him, while on the other side, the enclosed assassins formed a concentric circle on the field. Brando could no longer capture the figure behind him. For some reason, Dilfieri couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly-it was obviously the bandit who threatened her, "Be careful behind!" The land is connected, Earl Yanbao finally couldn't help but remind.
But the assassins may have forgotten that Brando was never alone.
The light door has been opened.
The snow-white slender hand grabbed his blade, and the magic sword screamed sadly as if it was caught in metal. Mordefense's eyes shone, and the brilliance flickered, "Your opponent is down, Hugh is rude to the master." Only in front of Brando, the blood pseudonym showed meekness, and his madness Wild, like rushing blood.
The assassin's complexion changed, and he found that his sword turned into a pile of waste iron filings in the opponent's white and weak hands.
What a power...
On the other side, the vampire princess never said a word. As soon as she appeared, the blood was used as a sword. The bright red liquid of corpses running across the fields and rivers seemed to have been given a new life. The girl's face was cold and she raised her hand lightly, like a blood-colored rainbow and splashed with blood. Pulled up from the ground and bundled into a scimitar formed in her hand, one left and one right, wings spread out in the blood pool, with a dragon chant, two blood-colored dragons pulled out the behemoth body from the blood.
They raised their heads and stared coldly at the poor insects under their feet—the three assassins.
Brando bounced off the sword that was stabbed in the face with a sound, and when he looked back in his leisure time to see this scene, he suddenly felt a little pitiful for the assassin who was opposed to Andríguet. Andrique is best at blood spells. These poor bugs killed a river of blood here, making the hall almost her home ground. Now it is almost the heyday of her power, and Brando asks that he is not necessarily against it. It's a good deal, let alone these moments-as the saying goes, sins committed by heaven can be forgiven, and sins committed by yourself cannot be lived.
But he turned around and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze! Do you really think I can fight one against seven?"
"Huh?" At this time, Overwell, Macaro, and the female knight Nia next to Dilphary reacted, it was Brando's performance that was so shocking that they all forgot that this was still life and death. Fighting on the battlefield. With the addition of five golden ranks and Brando's terrifying strength, the situation on the court finally changed.
Mordefense first solved his opponent. His opponent was a power-type swordsman. Unfortunately, humans were born too far away from the blood in terms of strength, not to mention that the speed of a vampire pseudomother was enough to make him ashamed to die 10,000 times. . After figuring out the opponent's offensive approach, Morderfrey directly inserted it close, and a swordsman penetrated the opponent's heart.
Then it was Brando who withdrew from the battle. The reason for the delay was that Brando wanted to see the opponent's path from the opponent's swordsmanship, but unfortunately he did not get his wish. In desperation, he resorted to the wind and Jiuyao, neatly and cleanly. Killed.
But the most relaxed of the three is the vampire princess. Andrique himself didn’t even do it at all. Dozens of them—including a dozen silver pinnacle masters’ blood pooled into a dragon of blood and essence directly took the two assassins. Suppressed to death, after she lost a few negative black magic, the two assassins ended up in hatred.
Among the remaining three, the fastest to end the battle was Sir Wolf. I have to say that Overwell is a real swordsman. Although his opponent is weak, his swordsmanship with no flaws made him understand him. The source of the title of the lone wolf-fast, accurate, and ruthless, he flees a thousand miles with a successful blow, and never hesitates-he uses a stabbing sword, and his opponent almost died of excessive blood loss.
After Overwell finished the battle, the battles between the female knights Nia and Macaro also came to an end. What Brando expected was that the big breasted knight was a templar like him, and he was a knight. Very superb; she was wearing heavy armor, and the divine conflict halo opened, the assassin couldn't get close at all, and no one could do anything in the fight between the two — and when Mordefice joined the battle, the assassin could only recognize it. . Brando understood at a glance why Yanbao family chose her to be Dilphary's personal guard, which was a real super meat shield.
And the weakest among the few people is undoubtedly Macaro. Macaro is proud of his skills among the Eluin nobles, but after all, he is a strategist, not good at fighting, and almost killed him. But at this time Brando had already freed up his hand and held the opponent's offensive with a sword; the assassin's complexion changed, only to realize that his companions had all hated him, and he was shocked in his heart, but he reacted quickly and stopped hesitating to withdraw. retreat.
It was at this time that Li Woods finally made a move, and he shouted: "Give it to me!"
I saw a ripple in the air, and the assassin was suddenly nailed in the air, unable to move. At this moment, the wizard's terrible advantage facing the fighters is only one level lower, but once the ready-to-finish archmage takes a shot, you can decide your life or death in a word, which is completely different from the danger of fighting between fighters. The wizard's duel does not carry a trace of fireworks, but it is often the winner in a blink of an eye.
It's not the first time Brando has cooperated with a wizard. He didn't hesitate, and leaped a sword in the air, piercing the other's heart with a sword.
Brando landed, got up, turned his head, and looked at Anlek not far away.
Grand Duke Anlek was startled slightly, and slightly opened his squinted eyes-there was a cold light in his eyes.
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