Act Seventy-Five: The King of the Underworld (Second Update, Ask for Support!!) )

"Boy!" Curran patted the air wall, knowledge and skills are two different things, a person can memorize the various starting styles and offensive paths of a swordsmanship, but this is different from years or even more than ten years of personal practice.

Kuran thought that even if Brando was now, he understood that countless kinds of swordsmanship would probably be difficult to perform. He had the same experience himself, but he had learned a lot from decades of practice, and he thought that with his own reminder, Brando might be able to defeat those opponents.

So he shouted, "Don't worry about what is in your head, I tell you how to use what you have learned in your newfound swordsmanship, whose swordsmanship are you learning?" ”

But what the old man didn't expect was that Brando didn't pay attention to him at all.

In fact, the young man was a little unhappy at the moment, and if it wasn't for Curlan's interference at first, he wouldn't have almost fallen short; But fortunately, he understood that the other party was trying to help him, and he didn't care too much about it, but at this time, he wouldn't make the same mistake again anyway.

One is that it is not necessary, and the other is that the enemy has already come to him to fight.

With Alberton and Buga in front, and his grandfather and Tester behind, it seems that these projections are trying to use the same tactics to push him into a corner again~ This is a good way, Brando has felt his body gradually become heavy~ This is a precursor to physical failure.

But things are a little different.

Brando groaned slightly, and chose the most suitable swordsmanship for his current situation from among the many swordsmanship. He was no stranger to this swordsmanship, a friend of his in the past was a master of this way, and he himself had invested in several levels, but he didn't meet his main line at the beginning and finally gave up.

But the disagreement at that time seemed to be unexpectedly appropriate at this time. Brando shook the tip of his sword slightly, and entered the groove with a very familiar gesture.

"Little one!" The woman's voice was slightly surprised in his heart, a swordsmanship that he had never touched at all, he looked good as soon as he got started, which was not simple.

"How?" Brando's heart was at this moment, as if he were answering from the perspective of a bystander.

"Your talent for swordsmanship is truly enviable. The only guy who can compete with you is that guy. The woman sighed, and her slight sigh made people's hearts soften.

Brando didn't know who the guy she was talking about was, but judging by the coldness peculiar to elves, maybe it was Geert, the Lord of Fire. As far as he knew, Geert had been given the title of genius when he was young, and you must know that in the era of the Sage War, this title was not as shrunken as it is now.

His mind wandered, but the tip of his sword pointed at the enemy remained motionless. Brando seemed to have a clear feeling at this moment, and he felt that he was split in two~

A self that is about to face the enemy" and a self that is calmly contemplating this qiē, and the two selves do not interfere with each other, forming a dynamic balance.

A delicate balance.

It was as if time had been stretched, everything around him became subtle and delicate, the speed at which his thoughts flowed slowed, and the movements of the people around him slowed down.

The enemies in the gladiatorial arena were slowly activating and slowly rushing towards him. The eyes of the teenagers outside the arena moved slowly with their movements, and Curran slapped the wall of air and shouted at him on the other side of the arena.

"Boy!" The old man shouted: "Listen to me, don't be reckless, no one can become proficient in the newly mastered swordsmanship from the beginning."

But before the old swordsman could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because he saw that Brando suddenly moved, the young man just shook the long sword in his hand slightly, and then in the next moment, he was split into four.

It wasn't a doppelganger, but Brando's movements were so fast at that moment that it was as if in the blink of an eye four Brandos were attacking his grandfather, Test, Buga, and Alberton at the same time.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding four crisp sounds came out in a moment.

Horizontally or vertically, Brando exchanged a sword with four opponents, and the five took a step back at the same time. This time, instead of achieving their intended goal, their attack allowed Brando to move a little wider.

This is the swordsmanship of the wind elves, and the old man recognizes it.

Wind Dance just made him can't believe it, so the young man is using it like this? It's as if you've been practicing for years, no" and it's not even as simple as practicing. The old man, as a seasoned swordsman, certainly understood what the unadorned simplicity of Brando's sword meant.

Spike Experience!

Curran's slapping of the wall of air froze for a moment to a moment, and if he could have stared his eyes out, then he thought his eyes must have fallen to the ground by this time.

Martha is on top! What kind of talent is this? The old man felt that his head was aching, as if his brain was twisted together by something, how could there be such a thing in this world?

He wasn't alone, but Brando's four opponents felt it in particular. Since their strength was limited to the same level, skill was the key to victory, but now they found that the young man's swordsmanship had clearly become erratic.

It was a radical change.

The four of them retreated, but continued to attack after being slightly stunned. They are all famous swordsmen, and they naturally understand that at this time, only by continuing to put pressure on Brando and not giving him a chance to breathe, can they grind him to death little by little.

This time it was Brando's grandfather, who was the strongest of the four, so he naturally had to bear the most pressure head-on. As soon as he flattened his sword, the others immediately understood what he meant, and the pressure was maintained.

It can be said that the old man has given up the intention of waiting for an opportunity to decide the winner by doing so, and has instead switched to this safe way of almost defensive suppression to win, although it seems a little despicable, but it is not a bad choice.

When Brando saw this scene, he was secretly shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but ask himself where his grandfather was sacred, this level of command was not like the ability of a veteran.

However, four people against one, it seems conservative that it is still the side with more people, and Brando's battle has completely shocked everyone outside the court.

Especially in the hearts of those teenagers, this young lord is estimated to be the same as those legendary gods of war.

However, the old man put the long sword flat, and Brando also put the long sword, but he put the long sword flat not for defense, but for the starting hand of a swordsmanship.

The assault swordsmanship of the Tejas people was so surprised that when Brando found this sword technique from the list of women's skills, the surprise in his heart was beyond words, so much so that the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, compared to Eruin's military swordsmanship, this was the swordsmanship he was most familiar with as a level one hundred and thirty warrior.

It is also the most used swordsmanship by him.

This sword art was later learned by the northerners in history, and gradually spread, and after several improvements, it had a new name, the offensive swordsmanship of Grace of the Church Knights!

Brando gently lowered his sword and thought to himself, "Then let me show you what swordsmanship is."

Then he moved, and at that moment it was clearly his grandfather at the front" but Tester was immediately shocked to find that he was the first person Brando had found.

How did he get around?

It was the same thought in everyone's minds at that moment. Even the white-haired old man looked back in astonishment, but all he saw was Brando's sword stabbed into Test's throat.

"What are you doing?"

The old man was stunned, he couldn't help but ask Buga and Alberton with his eyes, even if it was Brando who bypassed him, but under the bag of two people, how could Brando kill Tester so lightly?

But Buga and Tester responded with the same innocent looks.

It's too fast.

No sooner had they reacted than Brando picked off the bayonet from Test's hand with one sword, and then stabbed the young viscount in the throat with another sword.

The "little guy" woman also looked at this scene with some surprise: "This is not my swordsmanship. ”

"I improved it." Brando said unashamedly.

While he replied, the sword in his hand was not slow. Brando stepped forward, and Alberton and Buga stopped in front of him like children, and even their proud swordsmanship became a child's play, "The young man attacked as fast as a raptor, and in one turn he broke through the encirclement formed by his grandfather and the two swordsmen.

When Buga and Alberton tried to turn around and find Brando's figure, the old man raised his eyebrows and stabbed him with a sword to try to block Brando's stab at Alberton from behind.

But he immediately saw that it was a trap.

Because Brando's sword split in three in front of him, the old man immediately retreated, and the sword in his hand slammed left and right to bounce off Brando's attack.

This time it was Brando's turn to be surprised, he looked at his grandfather in disbelief, although without the support of his body, he could play at most tenths of the swordsmanship level of the year, but here everyone is the same, no one is better than anyone there.

And the swords that his grandfather had sealed him just now were at least level sixty or upward.

Brando opened his mouth wide, "That is, his grandfather was once a civilized elemental?" How is this possible? He thought that this assumption was too ridiculous, would a strong man with civilized elements go to the border province to run a small mill?

It's not that there is no such thing as a recluse, but in Brando's memory, his grandfather has always been just a veteran of the November War, nothing more.

He looked at the old man in front of him, and the old man looked at him.

But suddenly" his grandfather's face changed: "Don't be one! ”

This was the first time this Brando's grandfather's projection spoke, as he saw Buga preparing to sneak up on the young man from behind. Naturally, he didn't do it to remind Brando, on the contrary, "he was there to remind this master of the crosssword."

It's a pity that it's a little late.

Buga and Brando's mistake is to be precise, it is Buga's headless corpse that crosses up with Brando.

And no one could see how Brando made a move.

"It's just a little trick."

The young man looked at himself, grandfather," replied.