Brando didn't play his sword again, and after the blade of fire blocked Boban's sword, the phantom of Sina the Frost Chanter used the Cruz short sword technique to quickly connect, and he was familiar with these swordsmanship passed down by Cruz and Eruin folk word of mouth, although each of these swordsmanship is not amazing, but after the precipitation of history, it is more concise and clear, and it is a truly practical swordsmanship.

With his understanding of swordsmanship, coupled with the footnote of the Wind Queen Jiuyao, it is enough to turn decay into magic. Seven times in a row, the fast sword forced Boban to give up and continue to attack with the flash sword, because there was still a blade of flame next to him, and Boban's heart sank at this time and he already knew that he had lost his last chance.

When Dangdang Dangdang attacked seven times in a row, each time the two swords intersected, extending seven or eight steps parallel to the direction where Boban retreated, and by the time the seventh sword arrived, it was already completely offensive and defensive.

By this time, Phoenix Fire could no longer see the subtlety of swordsmanship.

She only felt that Mr. Brando's swordsmanship was just right.

Because it's just right.

Boban's heart became more and more happy, and he could certainly recognize that this was the fast swordsmanship of the Anzeruta region, a short sword fighting swordsmanship used by the locals for dueling.

Only people who are familiar with these two countries, only people who really know the sword can play this plain and unpretentious swordsmanship to such a realm, it is not as tall as the flash sword and the wind queen Jiuyao, but when used here, it will be just right.

There is no need for anything more gorgeous.

Swordsmanship is the art of fighting, and there is no superfluous burden in real combat.

He retreated to the limit. The fast swordsmanship in the phantom's hand will also be good to the limit, this is the limit of manpower, but there are still some things in this world that cannot be guessed by manpower. That's the Nine Dawns of the Wind Queen.

A miracle witnessed by the Moon of Magic.

A swordsmanship based on magic.

As he had taken the last step of the fast swordsmanship, Boban saw a bright golden line flash in the darkness, it was a long, narrow and bright blade, it was so bright, it seemed to be more brilliant than his life.

He was so enchanted that he seemed to see all the truth of this world, if it weren't for the resolute will of an old soldier who had made him sober up at the last moment and call out that name.

The sword didn't just pull a bloody light out of his shoulder. It's about wearing it.

Because that's a flash sword.

Fanatical pursuit of offensive swordsmanship, its blade is like a fire that burns the plain, crying out to break free from all the shackles of this world. Go for blood and victory.

Long.

Brando opened his eyes again, and the eyeballs wrapped under his eyelids twitched slightly, as if he had just recovered from the dream of the previous battle.

His gaze met that of the phoenix, and the little girl saluted him respectfully. It's not because of the complicated etiquette of the Jiufeng royal family. It's a tribute to those who attain.

He looked at the other party's dark black sideburns, and realized slightly in his heart that not everyone in this world was lucky enough to witness the ultimate sword.

Phoenix Fire can be said to be lucky, this battle will bring her a lot, but the other party's luck is not that she has witnessed two Extreme Realm masters fighting each other without reservation, but that she has enough talent to understand it all, although it may take some time.

But to the knights, the guards, and the Lord of Rosalin, who had also witnessed the battle. It's a great battle, but it's pointless than that.

This is undoubtedly a pity.

These people may never understand what they are missing out on for the rest of their lives.

And he was just as lucky.

He saw the eyes of the phoenix just now. When I went to relive that battle, I realized that there was something more in my heart. For the sake of swordsmanship, some things seemed to suddenly fade for him, and the desire for victory and defeat was no longer something that was originally calculated in his heart.

It has become a kind of simplicity, pursuit and longing. Brando suddenly found that his fighting talent had also begun to evolve from acquired to innate, becoming something pure and more intuitive.

That kind of thing is not to calculate the gains and losses of a sword and a style, but to know that you want to win, to know how you want to win, you can't quantify it, and you can't describe it in words, it's the understanding in your heart.

If this moment were to let him rehearse the previous battle, when Boban pressed him with a mirror to stop the water, his first choice now might be to go straight with his sword, rather than carefully put away his own law thread first.

The former is intuition, the latter is experience.

He relied on his own experience, which was the most valuable asset for him, whether it was his understanding of swordsmanship, his understanding of combat, his understanding of the past, his understanding of everything in the game of Amber Sword.

It was his greatest reliance and the pride of the world.

He had been afraid of what would happen if he lost all of this, or if it didn't work anymore.

Now he has the answer.

When Brando opened his eyes, it was as if he saw a smooth path in front of him, and his battle with Blank inspired him almost as much as the battle he had with his grandfather in his dreams.

The former gave him the answer to Brando's life, and the latter gave Brando, the answer to his future.

Only Victory-

But he didn't have much surprise in his heart, even surprise, because he knew that his battle with the lieutenant marshal was not the result of all this, but only a trigger.

Ever since he left the Elemental Barrier, or since he had fought with the Silver Queen and the Empire's many Extreme Realm masters, the constant battles and increasing knowledge had finally allowed him to surpass his past self at this moment.

Maybe there is still some lack of strength.

But he knew that it was just an illusion formed by the power of the slate, and that one day when he perfected his body again, he would get more than that.

When he figured it out.

He suddenly felt the holy sword Odysphes in his hand tremble slightly, as if echoing the feelings in his heart, and then in his surprised gaze, he felt golden lines spread like flames in his mind, and then lines of words appeared on it.

Brando suddenly understood.

That's flash sword swordsmanship.

Intact, the legacy of Gilt, the Lord of Fire.

Unfolded before his eyes.

……

Instarong and Tagus stood silently in the messy streets, and the scene of the unconsciousness of the lord of Rosalin and the noisy scene had no effect on the two undead.

After witnessing the battle between Boban and Brando, the Cavaliers could not continue to attack the latter even if they used their knees instead of their brains. Thus the streets were noisy, but the main chaos revolved around Lord Rosalin, with Brando followed by the captain of the guard, and everyone else behaved 'in order' under the gaze of the two.

The guy who scolded just now didn't know where he had gone, thinking that the other party might have to take off the skin of this knight lord and never dare to return to this place.

Although Instaron felt that the Count of Tonigald might not have such a small family and would deal with such a guy, he also understood the other party's thoughts, after all, there are not many people who dare to gamble with their own lives in this world.

But among those who could truly be called outlaws, he felt that he should be the best among them. Not only did he dare to joke about his own 'existence' - for the undead, life is meaningless, only existence has value - but even dared to joke about the head of the supreme lord of the empire.

If he fails, he will definitely not be the only one who will lose his head, he and his close friend Tagus's family will be uprooted, and even the kingdom in the darkness that he is optimistic about will be ruined because of this.

But there were always some crazy people in the world, he was, Tagus was, and he believed that His Majesty the Emperor was.

He could see the deepest madness in her magnificent gaze, and she came to this world with a mercury staff not to save Madara, but to satisfy the irrepressible ** in her heart.

He believed that the favor of the mercury rod for him stemmed from the same madness.

"Because we are a dull and monotonous being, and we ourselves know this, and although we try our best to avoid seeing it clearly, sometimes we have to admit that because time and life have lost their meaning to us, most of us are crazy and self-destructive, except for a few who are in Walminin's house, who will take pleasure in boring experiments that have lasted for hundreds of years......"

"It's just that this kind of destruction is more special, obscure and difficult for people to detect, we start a war, not to compete for resources for survival, but simply to prove the existence of the empire."

"Because existence is too heavy for us......"

Instalon muttered to himself, repeating a phrase that had been uttered by the Grand Lich Ocasso hundreds of years ago, and he looked back at his partner and asked:

"I wonder if the two of us had this kind of subconscious in our hearts when we made this plan?"

Tagus shook his head, he was a serious man, life was as strict and regular to him as a clockwork clock, and there was no meaningful or meaningless dispute: "According to the age of human beings, you are only twenty-five years old, and I am two hundred and fifty years old, in the new generation of vampires. ”

…… (To be continued......)