Brando understands that his goal is to use the special effects of the lightning sword to produce displacement effects, not to kill the enemy. Therefore, his purpose is very strong, whenever he takes aim at those opponents who have little combat effectiveness, he locks the little demon in the demon army from twenty to thirty meters away, flashes a sword to the head of the owl, and uses the wind to leave a phantom to perform piercing. Blow.
The demons quickly became confused.
Not every one of them is a little devil with inferior intelligence. The high-ranking demons have judged Brando's path forward-they don't even need to judge with their knees to think about the problem. They can also realize that the damn human is going straight. Away from the portal.
Never let him get his wish. The horned demon behind screamed first, greeted their companions to stop Brando with the harsh language of the abyss.
It's a pity that the effect is very limited. In the words of Hell Lord Lomoka, those wicked demons and little demons are worse than a pile of shit. This sentence is vulgar, but quite appropriate. They can be confounded by their own orders, and there is nothing to do with a swordsman who can teleport.
When the demon turned around, Lantonilan's knights felt the pressure and relieved in vain. Most of them had time to watch what happened on the battlefield. The Cavaliers quickly saw Brando's feat and couldn't help but take the time to cheer.
Barbasa is not surprised by Brando's performance, but it is inevitable to be proud. Not proud of the dragon of darkness, but for her own vision. Although there are many powerful witches in the Winter Kingdom, the twelve purebloods have nothing to do with her, but who can have her vision?
The old witch had never thought that the dark dragon would fail, just a group of lame sheep-hoof demons. She smiled like a little devil and grabbed it, making the guy deaf and blind—the knights took the opportunity to nail it to the ground. Humans probably don't talk about chivalry with demons.
But Barbasha didn't expect Brando to be unwell at the moment.
Although the portal is already in front of him, he feels that his physical strength and mana are also rapidly declining. At the same time, using piercing blows, the wind back nine yao and the lightning sword are a huge burden on the body, and he leap forward. After about two-thirds of the distance, Brando noticed that the muscles and the movements gradually became stiff, and the mental power also appeared unstable fluctuations.
He had to shook his head to try to get rid of this groggy feeling.
For the tenth time, it flashed in mid-air above the demon army. Brando chopped down the sword of the earth in his hand. The poor worm still held a bloody human calf in his hand, and his pale skin was covered with it. After seeing the bite marks, Brando looked disgusting.
But that was just a flash of thought, and the sword of the earth had already slashed towards the opponent's shoulder. The heavy blade slashed into the purple-red rough skin and muscles, clicked and stuck on the spine, pressing the poor bug directly against the ground and breaking it into two pieces, even the bones were directly cracked and pierced out from under the skin. Become a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood.
This scene seemed'spectacular', but it made Brando's heart tense. In theory, this sword should cut off the opponent's muscles and bones. It was not accidental that this happened, nor was it that these little demons had grown stronger, but that his physical strength had begun to decay.
"Antitina, hurt?" He breathed out.
"No..." Antitina was hugged by Brando with one hand, and she didn't know for a moment whether she was afraid or nervous. In fact, she hadn't imagined such a scene when she was quiet, but she was definitely not the way she is now. In the army of demons, the noble lady has no time to think about it, and she doesn't even dare to look at the situation outside.
Because she was afraid of seeing Brando's miss, she closed her eyes tightly in fright. It was about holding the ostrich mentality of'I will die together, no, at least die in front of that person and feel at ease.'
When Brando asked her, she shook her head in confusion.
That's good. Brando also breathed a sigh of relief. In his imagination, he must be extremely bold and invincible in his imagination. But when the real thing came, he realized that it was not the same at all. There was no sense of pleasure as all enemies could imagine, only a cold sweat of tension.
The palm of his hand was already soaked, and the pressure of death was like an approaching jungle of swords and thorns. As long as there was a slight difference, it would be a dead end.
What will be after death? Brando had considered such a problem when he was still a teenager in another world, but most mortals could only draw conclusions of nothing.
Only when the breath of death really approached did he really feel the bitter cold from another world. Life itself is meaningless to discuss the subject of death, because after it there is nothing but nothing.
Brando knew that he couldn't be sure whether he had time to regret it before he died.
But he at least wants to live.
The desire to survive made his senses a thousand times more keen, and he flew the rotten flesh-like corpse with one sword, and the attack route of the demon rushing around became traceable in his eyes. Brando raised his head and looked over the other end tens of meters away, where he found a guy who was retreating.
You are the one.
"Brando, be careful." Antitina closed her eyes, completely unable to judge the surrounding situation. Therefore, the one who speaks is naturally Saint Osor after the wind. Fenghou reminded: "Pay attention to the demon warlock over there!"
Brando turned his head, and he saw that the demon warlocks were standing by the portal and casting spells on him.
To be honest, he is not a wizard and has a little knowledge of the world of wizards. But fortunately, he is at least a player. There is a joke: if the player represents a world, then the wizard is at least half of the world. Brando, as the enemy of half of the world, could not distinguish the gestures and spells of every spell, but his desire to survive seemed to sharpen his memory at this moment.
Dimensional anchor.
Brando felt the cold hair on his back stand up, like a cat arching its body. His eyes were terribly bright at that moment.
Brando didn't have time to discuss whether Flash Sword's ability to distort dimensions could avoid the judgment of the dimensional anchor to block all the space transfer effects. He is not a textual madman, and reality does not allow him to have a second chance. He directly activated the charge skill, without any hesitation, just when those circular circle arrays with white light appeared on top of his head, he had stepped on a few little demons to rise from the monster army.
Like a beautiful turning line, it pierced all magic effects.
The attempt of the Demon Warlock completely failed.
The witch who was fortunate enough to see this scene was afraid of people. Besides the rebirth of the dark dragon, which twenty-year-old young man has such a terrifying combat experience? This is not a duel between a swordsman and a swordsman, but a perfect example of using swordsmanship to crack spells.
Not everyone has this experience.
Not to mention the witches, even the stranger Garlock couldn't help but shine in his eyes. At least Brando’s actions have proved that he fully understands the opponent’s spells and attempts, even this wizard master from Sifah can’t even judge how he did it—
The dismantling of spells is Garlock's specialty, and he has spent most of his life for this and dare not speak every spell. And to find the hidden spells from the hidden spellcasting gestures, it is an extremely difficult professional knowledge.
At that moment, Garlock even gave birth to an illusion-perhaps this young man has more prospects to become a wizard than a swordsman. He had forgotten that even at the level of swordsmanship, Brando was a genius.
After Brando penetrated the dimensional anchor's envelope with a charge, he once again used his flash sword in midair. The Lightning Sword had completely absorbed the experience of Eruin's military swordsmanship at this time, and reached the fourth level.
Flash Sword Level 4+1 [Introduction] (Dragon Race/Ancient): Special skills allow your sword edge to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance (60m) in space.
At this level, it was already a realm beyond the reach of ordinary Templars. It seemed that Stephen had only realized what he saw at this moment-if someone had told him before that he could enter the room immediately after learning a little bit of a knack for swordsmanship. Then he must think that man is a lunatic, or else treat him as a fool.
But now he feels that he might as well be a fool.
He even stayed there. If the little demons in front of him were stupid and obeyed the orders of the horned demon and turned around to besie Brando, it is estimated that he would have been swarmed by the knife and chopped into meat. . Fortunately, a knight in the back saw that the adult was wrong, and pulled him back to avoid the tragedy of losing another high-ranking member here today in the Temple of Flame.
"This is impossible!"
Stephen seemed to have just reacted and shouted: "Martha is here, the shards of the Flame Blade must be on him. That's it! The one chosen is him!"
The poor knight seemed to wake up suddenly, yelling nonsense.
After Brando turned around in midair, he had already locked the next target. He raised the sword of the earth in his hand, and the blade of the sword flashed in white light. "Wait," but Fenghou stopped him: "Brando, you can flash about 60 meters with a sword. You need to use it at least twice to get to the door. Have you considered it?"
Brando was surprised.
In fact, he has been staring at the status interface, his mana and stamina have already bottomed out, but he can barely do it if he needs to use the flash sword twice. But Fenghou's last sentence made him completely dispel this idea: "Since I can judge your flashing distance, then they can do the same."
He actually thought of this question for a moment. If he is locked by the opponent again with a dimensional anchor, he can still use Jiuyao to get out of the wind, but what about after that? Does he still have the power to use Flash Sword again
The state is clearly written, Brando can't change physical strength and mana out of thin air, unless he can take a breath. But where is the opportunity on this battlefield
Fortunately, he hasn't shot yet.
Brando couldn't help being thankful. Fortunately, he was with himself after the wind. He deserved to be a sage from the battle of the saints, but he considered all aspects in a moment.
At this moment, his charge skills have reached the highest point. Brando felt his body begin to fall. But he wanted to find a solution is actually very simple, he used the fastest speed to call up the skill bar, and lost all the remaining experience of Mavikaert.
Flash Sword upgraded again in an instant.
Lightning Sword Level 5+1 [Introduction] (Dragon Race/Ancient): Special skills allow your sword's edge to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance (100m) in space.
Flash Sword's name immediately became gray after reaching level 5. This was the same as his original white crow swordsmanship. Brando knew that this was because the flashing swordsmanship that was originally disclosed in the temple was incomplete, so he didn't think much about it, and just moved forward.
A sword appeared directly beside the huge portal.
There are no little demons near the portal, only three tall horned demons. Brando suddenly flashed above the horned demon in the middle, and slashed at it with a sword.
But the horned demon seemed to have a foreboding, its huge head that looked like a jackal suddenly lifted and raised its hand into the void. When there was a sharp sound like a clash of gold and iron, Brando felt that he had cut a steel pipe at all.
But he didn't dare to stay for a while, and immediately took advantage of the momentum to roll back. Landed steadily not far from the three-headed horned demon.
He raised his head subconsciously.
Standing by the huge portal of the Temple of Flame, he and the demons were as small as ants. I didn't feel this way when I was farther away, but after getting so close, the huge pressure of the flames immediately hit my face.
What is even more suffocating is the river of sulfur that is gradually becoming more and more real behind the door of flames.
Brando couldn't help taking a sip, because the shock just hit his gums. But he wiped the corners of his mouth, immediately let go of the noble lady and said, "Antitina, is it okay?"
"Um."
"I'm trying to help you distract them, how long do you need?"
"I... I don't know, I will try my best." Antitina frowned and stared at the huge portal, which itself was a semi-magic mechanism. But it is not a complete magical device. The best way is to find a wizard to work with her, but this is obviously not the condition right now.
"Give you five minutes."
Brando glanced back, and the little demons were turning around. Although the fools are messing around by themselves, a few minutes is enough for them to turn around. Lantonilan's knights were obviously not enough to stop this army.
Antitina nodded palely.