Alberton raised his head, startled slightly.
Brando has taken advantage of it to jump up from the rubble, his figure is like a shadow that rises up, and it keeps leaving discontinuous afterimages behind him, as if for a moment, The distance of more than ten meters has been crossed.
Alberton immediately found that the opponent’s forward trajectory could not be captured—the charge exploded at ten times the speed, giving Brando the dexterity of 44 energy levels at this moment. He is like wind, or just a wind; his body is covered with a layer of pure white armor. The undead knight had just turned his head—but Brando had already arrived behind him.
Alberton has guessed that this is a terrifying speed explosion technique, in fact it has already seen it once at the beginning of the battle. But at this moment, I have personally experienced it, but it is different.
This young man is not simple.
The pale teeth of the'White Knight' were unsheathed in an instant, and it instinctively backhanded to the back, and with one blow, it held the Elf Sword in Brando's hand.
This sword has been out of the scope of swordsmanship.
Both sides are fighting with experience.
But Brando's missed a hit has floated back, and he still has a second. He bypassed Alberton's line of sight like a ghost, and pierced the white knight's left chest with a sword from the left.
But Alberton immediately turned his sword back and swept away Brando's blade, without a trace of flaws—
"It's difficult." Brando gritted his teeth, all over.
But this time it was the turn of the undead knight's face to change, he suddenly felt Brando split into two, one left and the other forming a pincer on him-what is this, projection technique? Mo Wu Shuang Xiu
Alberton felt the threat behind him and immediately looked back with a sword, but he also immediately saw a gargoyle split into two halves under his own sword, and then rolled away far away.
At that moment, it was like an infinitely elongated slow motion. In the soul fire burning in its eyes, the scattered gargoyles slowly decomposed and slowly disintegrated in the air, but the undead knight immediately felt bad in his heart. .
Brando has already taken out his sword on the other side. This is his last sword in the bursting state-power burst, white crow swordsmanship.
But at this moment, the "White Knight" Alberton put the sword down, and the nightmare warhorse it was sitting on collapsed with four hooves, instantly dying—then a powerful force that was able to resist outward. Brando and his sword were pushed out of midair in an instant, and he couldn't resist at all.
Wall of Will!
Although Brando expected that Alberton, as a high-ranking knight, must have learned the halo tactics of the Sun Rider "Igwenson" before his death, he still had a trace of luck, but at this moment Alberton's reaction pushed him. To the bottom. The opportunity is not to be missed, he shook his mind, and after taking seven or eight steps, he stopped and gritted his teeth and rushed up.
'White Knight' Alberton just stood up from the ground at this moment, but this gap was enough for it to fight back.
It threw the pure white cloak backwards, strode up to meet it, and coldly swung its pale teeth,'bang, bang, bang' to connect with Brando and cross swords three times, each hitting Brando's stride randomly. Backing back again and again, the young man's chest was throbbing pain and he was about to cough up blood.
At this moment, Leto and Mano finally escaped from the entanglement of the skeleton soldiers. They saw what was happening here, and immediately turned their horses' heads and rushed over here—
"Eruin."
Alberton looked at Brando's defense line indifferently, and he raised his sword for the last time. The pale flame in its eyes, like frost, almost solidified:
"It's too old."
Stabbed with a sword.
But Brando smiled at this moment. He let go of the Elf Sword with his left hand, and raised it to the pale tooth of Alberton.
The bast glove released a circle of blue light at first, but was pierced in an instant.
The smile on Brando's face was constricted, and he pressed his sword down with a calm face-the protective gloves on his hands instantly burned because of the magic overload.
But the sword was still down, leaving a blood hole in his palm. Then he bit open the chain armor on his body, the broken metal ring fell like a smooth piece of wood that had been cut apart, and the snake-like sword penetrated into the young man's abdomen for an instant.
The blood is as dazzling as old wine—
But what Alberton saw at this moment was not victory.
What it saw was Brando holding his boneless right hand with his bloody left hand, slowly but powerfully-he kept the pale tooth pierced. Then he raised the wizard sword in his right hand.
In the eyes of the undead knight burning with frost flames, what was reflected was also a sword burning with a blazing pure silver holy flame.
'The sword is born from the light, and the courage of the enemies'
The sword is engraved with such elf text—
Then.
One sword forward.
Alberton stretched out his left hand to block it, but the pure fire on the sword burned through his bony palm in an instant, and then went out from the other end and inserted into its chest.
Two swords connected the two knights together.
At that moment there was only the sound of cold wind blowing through the valley.
…
"I said," Brando replied weakly, "old man, you missed one thing..."
"Do you think you won, young man?" Alberton said coldly, its voice hoarse and low, as if it had come from another world.
It felt as if its chest was burning, and the pain was like a torment, but Alberton knew that it wasn't a fatal wound. Of course, a long period of rest after this battle is inevitable.
"No, it's just..."
"Although Eruin is old..."
"But there are still people who love it."
Brando couldn't help but sighed hard. This is the opportunity the'White Knight' waited for.
The two drew their swords at the same time, and at the same time attacked again. The young man turned to the left and let Alberton's sword bite into his right lung lobe. But at the same time, the elf sword he raised high also made the entire left arm of the undead knight fly out far away.
Then the two retreated at the same time.
Brando immediately knelt on the ground and coughed loudly. He felt his lungs hurt like a fire. He hadn't experienced such a scene in the game-but he had experienced it once in Buche.
The'unyielding' talent has been aroused, and he endured waves of pain and stood up on the ground with his sword.
But Alberton stood up first, and his injury was much lighter than Brando. Although it was amazed by the young man's resilience and unyielding confidence, compared to this, the undead knight needed more victory at this moment.
It leaned a bit in the gravel, and it was a little difficult to maintain balance after losing his left hand, but it was much better than Brando, who got up and knelt down immediately.
Alberton glanced to the left-Leto and Mano were still a line of distance from being inserted into the battlefield. So it seized the time to lift up its pale teeth, and rushed towards Brando again.
But this time it suddenly saw a ray of golden light flashing across the top of the mountain.
That is not an illusion.
Almost everyone who looked up at this side saw the golden-red, dazzling light. It shot out from the ring in Freya's hand, and pierced the white knight's Alberton with the other end.
But in the eyes of Alberton himself, this is not the case at all. What it sees is not a straight line at all, but a ball of fire rolling in.
Because the speed is too fast, the afterimage left in the dark night produces the illusion of seeing a golden red line of fire—
"Flame!" Then Freya's bright yelling sounded in the valley.
Alberton raised his sword immediately, but it was still a little late. The flame hit the tip of his sword, and in an instant it exploded and expanded into a ball of fire. The air wave expanded beyond the flame. At first, a shock wave visible to the naked eye spread rapidly along the entire valley floor. Everyone’s The hair was all raised back in an instant, the fir trees fell down, and the needles were flying up into the night sky.
Then countless crushed stones rushed past the four hooves of Leto and Mano's horses in the distance, shocking these beasts to stand up high.
But the shining fireball only existed in everyone's eyes for a moment, and then all the light sources dimmed, as if the whole night became darker, people couldn't help turning their heads, feeling that they couldn't see their hands all around.
But only Brando, who was blown out by the shock wave and lying on the ground, could see the "white knight" Alberton who was half kneeling on the ground behind the dense smoke not far away.
The undead knight remained motionless.
Brando knew that he first received a 30-damage wind bomb, and then he ate his own two swords to damage at least 140 or so, and then ate a 45-damage fireball. This guy should stand no matter how powerful he is. Can't get up.
He couldn't help but touched his forehead, couldn't believe that he had won like this. But Freya's fireball really almost blew him half to death. Fortunately, he has the legendary Xiaoqiang talent'unyielding'.
Brando couldn't help but smile. He said that Alberton was an omission, but he expected that the other party would never know that he had such a big secret.
He looked at each other, wondering what the former hero of Eruin was thinking with his head down at this moment—
Are you thinking that it will just be defeated like this
Or are you reminiscing about past honors
Brando thought for a while, couldn't help coughing and was about to sit up from the ground, but heard a screaming sound from behind him. He turned his head and saw Freya and Charles slide down the hillside nervously.
"Brando!" When the ponytail girl saw the young man lying on the ground, all the thoughts in her heart came to mind at that moment. She had only one thought, that is, rushing up to support him, and carefully asked: "Bran Many, are you, are you okay?"
Brando was about to answer, but his heart moved and he lay back.
"Freya, is that you?" He suddenly coughed and asked weakly while lying on the ground.
"Yes, it's me, you... can't you see me?" Freya saw that Brando was full of wounds, especially the wounds on the chest and lower abdomen that were bleeding outwards. At a loss, he looked like he was about to cry: "Brando, don't talk, I, I will bandage you..."
"Freya, no, I have one thing I want you to help."
"Wh, what's the matter?" Freya couldn't help panicking when she heard this, her heart tensed subconsciously.
"Let me think about it... Why don't you give me a kiss first?"
"Eh, ah... ah?" Freya still had tears hanging around her eyes, but she couldn't help being stunned when she heard this strange request.
Seeing the ponytail girl's serious look, Brando finally couldn't help but laugh at this meeting. He hurriedly sat up and replied: "Just kidding, Freya, I mean trouble you to help me stand up. —"
"You, your injury, Brando, don't move! Don't be like this... I, I will kiss." Freya was upset, thinking that Brando was angry with her and couldn't help but lower. He blushed and said loudly.
Brando was startled, only then did he realize that he was a bit too much. Explained hurriedly: "Freya, I'm really fine."
"How can it be!"
"I'm not just a knight, I'm a wizard, you know—" Brando unexpectedly didn't believe Freya at all, and only cheated kindly in another way.
"You, are you really okay?"
"certainly."
Brando seemed to express that he was indeed okay, gritted his teeth and endured the pain and put on a very healthy shape of me, and then went to get the No. 9 holy water in the backpack with a cold sweat.
But Freya looked at him blankly, her face first turned from red to white, then red again, then she bit her lip, then lowered her head and slowly squeezed her fist.
"Brando, you, you..."
"You shameless man!"