Brando knew that his goal was to use the flash sword's effects to create a displacement effect, not to kill enemies. Therefore, he aimed at those opponents who had no combat power with a very strong purpose, locked the little demon in the demon army twenty or thirty meters away, and struck him with a flash of his sword, and at the same time used the Nine Yao of the Wind to leave a phantom to perform a piercing strike.

The demons quickly became chaotic.

Not every single one of them was a low-spirited little demon, and the high-level demons judged Brando's path and didn't even need to think on their knees, and they realized that the damn human was heading straight for the portal.

He must not be allowed to get his wish. The horned demons behind were the first to scream, beckoning their companions in the harsh language of the abyss to stop Brando.

It's a pity that the effect is very limited, and in the words of the Hell Lord Lomoka, those bad demons and little devils are worse than a piece of shit. It's a vulgar phrase, but it's quite apt, they can be overwhelmed by their own people's orders, and there's nothing they can do with a swordsman who can teleport.

However, as soon as the demon turned around, the knights of Lantonilan felt the pressure relieved in vain. Most of them only then had time to see what was happening on the battlefield, and the knights soon saw Brando's feat and couldn't help but take the time to let out a cheer in unison.

Babasha was not surprised by Brando's appearance, but she was also proud. Not for the sake of the dark dragon, but for her own vision, although there are many powerful witches in the country of winter, and the twelve pure-bloods have nothing to do with her, but who can have such an eye as her?

The old witch hadn't thought about the failure of the Dark Dragons, just a group of lame sheep's hoof demons. She shrieked like a little devil and made the guy deaf and blind with a single grab, and the knights took the opportunity to pin it to the ground. Humans probably don't talk much about chivalry with demons.

But Babasha didn't expect Brando to have a hard time at this time.

Although the portal was already close in front of him, he felt that his body and mana were also rapidly decreasing. Using the Piercing Strike, the Wind Queen, and the Flash Sword at the same time is a huge burden on the body. After leaping forward about two-thirds of the way, Brando noticed that his muscles were gradually stiffening along with his movements, and his mental strength was fluctuating erratically.

He had to shake his head, trying to shake the groggy feeling out.

For the tenth time, it flashed in mid-air above the demon army. Brando slashed the sword of the earth downward, and the poor creature below was still clutching a bloody human calf, its pale skin covered with biting marks. Brando looked at him with a wave of disgust.

But it was only a flash of thought, and the sword of the earth had already slashed at the opponent's shoulder. The heavy blade sliced into the purple-red rough skin and muscles, snapped onto the spine, and pressed the poor creature directly to the ground and broke it into two pieces, and even the bones broke directly and pierced out from under the skin, turning it into a blur of flesh.

It looked 'spectacular', but it made Brando's heart tighten. This sword should theoretically cut off the opponent's muscles and bones, and the sword should be sharpened, cleanly, just like before. It is no accident that such a thing has arisen. It's not that these little demons have become stronger, it's that his body has begun to decay.

"Antitina, hurt?" He gasped.

"No ......," Antitina was hugged by Brando's hand. I didn't know if I was scared or nervous for a while. In fact, she didn't fantasize about such a scene when she was quiet alone, but it was definitely not like she was in the demon army now. The aristocratic lady didn't have a moment to reverie, and she didn't even dare to look outside.

Because she was afraid to see the scene of Brando's miss, she closed her eyes tightly in fright. It was about the ostrich mentality of 'if you want to die, it's better to die together, no, at least it's safe to die in front of that person' and huddle tightly in Brando's arms.

When Brando asked her, she shook her head in confusion.

That's good. Brando also breathed a sigh of relief, imagining that it must be extremely bold to be invincible and invincible in the midst of thousands of troops, but when the real thing came to an end, he realized that it was not the case at all. There is no imaginary pleasure at all, only a cold sweat of tension.

His palms were already soaked, and the pressure of imminent death was like an approaching jungle of swords and thorns, and the slightest mistake would be doomed.

What happens after death? Brando had considered such a question when he was still a teenager in the other world, but most mortals could only come to the conclusion that they had found nothing.

It was only when the breath of death was really approaching that he really felt the biting coldness from another world. There is no point in discussing the subject of death in life itself, because after it there is nothing left.

Brando knew he wasn't sure if he would have had time to regret it in the moment before he died.

But he at least wanted to live.

The desire to survive made his senses a thousand times sharper, and he threw away the rotten corpse with a sword, and the attack routes of the demons that pounced around him became traceable in his eyes. Brando looked up and looked over to the other end, a few dozen meters away, where he found a guy who was retreating.

That's you.

"Brando, be careful." Antitina closed her eyes, completely unable to judge what was going on around her. Therefore, the opening is naturally Saint-Osore after the wind. The Wind Queen reminded, "Watch out for the demon warlocks over there! ”

Brando looked back, and he saw that the demonic sorcerers were standing by the portal and casting spells on him.

Truth be told, he's not a wizard and doesn't know much about the world of mages. But the good thing is that he is at least a player, and there is a joke: if the player represents a world, then the wizard is also at least half a world. As an enemy of half the world, Brando could not distinguish between the gestures and spells of every spell, but the desire to survive seemed to sharpen his memory at this moment.

Dimensional anchors.

Brando felt the cold hairs on his back stand up, like a cat arching its body. His eyes lit up horribly at that moment.

Brando didn't have time to discuss whether the Flash Sword's ability to distort dimensions could evade the determination of the dimensional anchor blockade of the spatial transfer effect, he was not a research maniac, and reality did not allow him to have a second chance. He directly activated the charging skill without a trace of hesitation, just as the few rings of flashing white light appeared above his head. He had stepped on a few little demons to rise from the army of monsters.

Like a beautiful twisted line. Imperated with a qiē spell effect.

The Demon Warlock's attempt was completely frustrated.

The eyes of the witch who were lucky enough to see this scene were terrifying, except for the rebirth of the dark dragon, what other twenty-year-old young man had such a terrible combat experience? This is not a swordsman versus swordsman duel. Rather, it is a perfect illustration of cracking spells with swordsmanship.

Not everyone has such an experience.

Not to mention the witches, even Gallock, the curiosity seeker, couldn't help but have a sparkle in his eyes. At least Brando's actions had proved that he was fully aware of the other party's spells and intentions, and even the wizarding Grand Mentor from West Phach couldn't even tell how he did it

Dismantling spells is Gallock's specialty. He had spent most of his life on this, and he did not dare to say that he knew every spell. And to find the hidden spell behind the hidden spell from the hidden spell casting gesture is an extremely difficult professional knowledge.

Gallock even had a delusion at that moment, perhaps this young man was more promising to become a wizard than a swordsman. He had forgotten that even at the level of swordsmanship, Brando was a genius.

Brando's charge penetrated the enveloping range of the dimensional anchor, and once again unleashed his flash sword in mid-air. At this time, the flash sword had completely absorbed the experience of Eruin's military swordsmanship and had been promoted to the fourth level.

Flash Sword Level 4+1 [Starter] (Dragon/Ancient): A special skill allows your blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance (60m) in space.

At this point, it was already beyond the reach of ordinary Templars. Stephen seemed to have only realized what he had seen at this moment, and if someone had told him that he could enter the house as soon as he knew a little bit about a swordsmanship. Then he must have thought that man was a madman, or he was a fool.

But now he feels like he's a fool.

He even stayed there, if it weren't for the stupid little demons in front of him who followed the orders of the horned demon and turned around to besiege Brando, he probably would have been swarmed up and chopped into flesh by now. Fortunately, a knight in the back saw that something was wrong with the adult. Pulling him back saved the Flame Sanctuary from the tragedy of losing another high-ranking member here today.

"It can't be!"

Stephen seemed to react and shouted, "Martha is on top." The fragments of the Flame Blade must have been on him. I see! He is the chosen one! ”

The poor knight seemed to have come to his senses. Babbling nonsense.

Brando spun around in mid-air, already locked on to his next target. He raised the sword of the earth in his hand, and the blade flashed white. "Wait," but the Queen of the Wind called out to him, "Brando, you can flash a sword for about sixty meters now, and you need to use it at least twice to get to the door, have you thought about it?" ”

Brando was shocked.

He had actually been staring at the state interface, and his mana and body had bottomed out, but he could barely do it if he had to cast the flash sword twice. But the latter sentence of the Wind Queen made him completely dispel this thought: "Since I can judge the distance of your flash, then they can do the same." ”

He actually thought about this question for a moment. If he is locked by the other party with a dimensional anchor again, he can still use the Wind Queen Jiuyao to get out, but what about after that? Does he have the strength to perform the flash sword again?

The state is clearly written, Brando can't conjure up his body and mana out of thin air, unless he can take a breath. But where is the opportunity on this battlefield?

Fortunately, he hasn't made a move yet.

Brando couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately he was with him after the wind, worthy of being a sage from the battle of the Sages, but he took all aspects into account in an instant.

At this moment, his charging skills have reached the highest point. Brando felt his body begin to fall. But his solution was simple, he pulled up the skill bar as fast as he could, throwing all the experience he had left.

The flash sword was upgraded again in an instant.

Flash Sword Level 5+1 [Starter] (Dragon/Ancient): A special skill allows your blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance (100m) in space.

Flashsword: After reaching level 5, the name immediately turns gray. This was the same as his original White Crow Swordsmanship, Brando knew that this was because the Flash Sword Swordsmanship that was originally open in the Temple was incomplete, so he didn't think much about it, and directly slashed forward.

With a sword, it appeared directly next to the huge portal.

There were no small 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 as if the horned demon had a premonition, its huge head like a jackal suddenly lifted and raised its hand into the void. With a sharp sound like a clash of gold and iron, Brando felt like he had struck a steel pipe.

However, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and immediately took advantage of the situation to roll backwards. Landed steadily not far from the three-headed long-horned demon.

He subconsciously raised his head.

Standing by the massive portal of the Temple of Fire, he and the demons were as small as ants. It didn't feel like this at a later distance, but when it was so close, the great sense of oppression of the Gate of Fire immediately came over him.

Even more suffocating is the river of brimstone behind the Gate of Flames, which is gradually becoming more and more real.

Brando couldn't help but take a sip, the shock had already hit his gums with blood. However, he wiped the corners of his mouth, immediately let go of the noble lady and said, "Antitina, is it okay?" ”

"Hmm."

"How much time will it take me to help you get them out of the way?"

"I ...... I don't know, I try. Antitina frowned at the massive portal, which itself was a semi-magical mechanism. But it's not exactly a magic device, and the best thing to do is to find a wizard to work with her, but that's obviously not the case right now.

"Five minutes for you."

Brando glanced back, and the little demons were making a U-turn. The idiots were messing around on their own, but a few minutes were enough time for them to turn around. The knights of Lantonilan were clearly not enough to stop the army.

Antitina nodded palely.

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(PS: After a few days of depletion, today I feel like I'm finally out of it.) Hey, it's so hard, ask for a monthly pass. ）wW