This scene is clearer than the history of the two experiences.

But he suddenly couldn't remember the name of the necromancer who commanded the attack on Buchi in history, and his memory became so blurry, as if bits and pieces about Sophie were being integrated into deeper thoughts.

This was simply unthinkable for him in the past.

Because the shame and regret of Eruin are deeply engraved in the hearts of every Eruin player.

But at this moment.

But there was something light-hearted in his heart.

In his eyes, it was as if he was not a sea-like skeleton of Madara, but a pile of rotten bones that could be turned into ashes with a wave of his hand.

But the ants--

Just let them fade away with history.

With a flick of his hand, the undead all over the mountains turned into powder, and he dominated his dreams, not only these chickens and dogs, but even the dreams were shattered and turbulent.

Mountains and winds, stars and moons, hills and pine forests, all disappeared one by one.

Then he vaguely heard the sound of a shattering sound, like the crisp sound of a crystal cup falling on the ground, and the dream had already dissolved into nothingness.

Brando blinked, moving his eyelids with difficulty, and his body seemed to become extremely unfamiliar. He understood that it was because his muscles had stiffened a little from a long sleep, but he suddenly remembered that he had realized what had happened to him during his deep sleep.

At the moment he woke up, there seemed to be such a realization in his heart:

Seventy-four hours, fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds.

After three days of dormancy, the signs of the body are self-manifesting and self-perfecting, which is the most important step to perfect the body.

Brando's mind was taken aback by the thought that players had relied on the War Slate to simulate this step. And he had already reached the peak of the extreme realm at this moment.

He didn't know if it was his own in-game experience, but his body's memory couldn't go wrong, and it was an indisputable fact that he had been dormant for three days.

He was thinking about this when a sharp chirp and the sound of swords clashing in his ears.

Fight?

At risk?

It's almost natural. Brando automatically raised his right hand. For a moment, he was still struggling to control his muscular body, but when danger came, as if instinctively reacted, familiar power had already poured out of his body.

Part of that power is his own.

The power of the Frost Guard.

Frost Grip -

When Brando opened his eyes, he saw clusters of crystals, and he looked at them and shook his hand slightly.

Several strange monsters that seemed to be extremely powerful to the guards suddenly froze in mid-air, helpless as a worm, as Brando slowly looked back at them as he familiarized himself with his body. These crystal clusters could no longer withstand the power in his hands and began to crack and shatter, and the crystals on his body fell off in large chunks and fell to the ground.

Brando rolled over, jumped out of the carriage, and tossed what he was holding lightly, and the monsters that were too dead to die were thrown aside like garbage.

He swept forward with his backhand, and a cold light swept forward, slashing through the surging monsters. More than seven monsters were cut off by the waist and rolled to the ground.

Then he looked up. His gaze swept over the entire battlefield, and the entire battlefield was stunned.

This is the power of Ordphis, the Blade of Fire.

The nearly 100 monsters on the periphery looked at Brando, who was surrounded by them in the center with flickering eyes at first, and they were still a little cringe. But the moment Brando showed the power of the Holy Sword, all of a sudden, their eyes lit up red, and they screamed as if they were going crazy, and rushed towards Brando.

It was the scene that Nasin and all the scavengers were stunned. Although they have not yet recovered from the shock of Brando's previous shot, the scene is clearly more exciting now.

They saw with their own eyes that a swordsman as strong as Mr. Liu could only protect himself in the face of the siege of strange monsters, and they didn't know what kind of virtue and ability this young man could enjoy such treatment from these strange monsters.

But they couldn't help but curse in their hearts. What the hell are these damn monsters going crazy, and why are they suddenly like they're going crazy?

"Sir, be careful!" Brando reminded herself when she heard the girl's somewhat childish voice behind her.

The voice was no stranger to him, he had heard it more than once before he woke up, the owner of this voice sounded small, but very mature and steady, not as childish as ordinary little girls at this age, and the way they spoke and organized sentences was somewhat strange, very different from Vaynd's habits.

It was very close to him, though he himself did not know where it came from.

But Brando didn't look back at this time.

He knew why these monsters suddenly went berserk, and he should have sensed the aura of Odysfiz and Halangea in him.

Brando stared coldly at the strange monsters that were surging towards him in the darkness.

In the eyes of others, he was stunned, and thinking about it, Na Xin felt that if he changed to the position of that young man, he was probably not only stunned, maybe he would have been out of his way a long time ago. In other words, Brando seemed to him to be at least quite courageous.

But among all the people present, only Mr. Liu was motionless, he looked at Brando with a complicated expression, and the other party's previous blow only carved a sentence in his mind:

The ultimate person, the realm of heaven.

"Dusk monggrels."

Brando only squeezed a sentence out of his teeth. Looking at these strange strange images, new hatred and old hatred came to his heart almost at the same time, if he was not too likely to find trouble with the Dusk Dragon at this time, but these chaotic disciples and disciples were not in his eyes.

As soon as a glimmer of light appeared in his hand, the slender and graceful shallow sea sword Sina appeared in his right hand, and a golden red light suddenly flashed in his left hand, and the narrow and sharp blazing blade of Odysphes had already jumped into everyone's field of vision.

The scavengers hadn't yet seen how the two swords had appeared in Brando's hands, and Brando had already held them and spat out a soft sentence:

"Chill Wind—"

It is difficult for the inhabitants of Rosalin to understand what a storm of ice and snow is, there is almost no winter south of the strait, and the Swift Plains are a world of spring all year round.

And the legends and songs from the north of Cangshan about the cold winds between the mountains are difficult to describe a real and harsh nature for the locals who have never seen frost and snow.

But at this moment, they began to understand why the mountain people of the north were so desperate to invade the warm lands of the south.

A sword-like piece of ice appeared behind Brando.

He stood there, the silver thread of the law naturally weaving the Winter Throne behind him, and in the eyes of the Rosarins present, it was a symbol of the unity of heaven and man.

The sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, rain and dew, all things are natural, all are the way of heaven.

With a wave of his hand, Brando's cold wind whistled out of thin air, and the broken ice turned into cold light and whistled past everyone.

Na Xin didn't react at all at that moment, and when he turned back with a deep shiver in the sudden drop of more than ten degrees, his eyes widened to see that these ice fragments were like sharp swords, plowing the earth where it passed, and sweeping directly between dozens of strange monsters.

The incomparably powerful monsters on the underworld were fragile under the cold light of this dao, like delicate and fragile glass products, which shattered into countless crystal fragments in an instant.

By this time, the relationship between the slaughterer and the slaughtered had fallen apart, and the monsters who did not have much intelligence screamed and launched a decisive charge at Brando, and only about a third of the lucky ones were able to rush through the intertwined light of death, howling and rushing towards Brando in the center of the camp.

But Brando didn't even look at them.

He didn't even lift his head.

He only turned the tip of the sword of the Frost Singer in his hand and thrust it into the ground below.

With a loud bang, countless sharp icicles burst out of the ground, like a blooming rose, centered on the sword that Brando had inserted, and angrily released in all directions.

Nearly every sharp ice tooth corresponds to one of them, and their fate is predictable, even if they can dodge in mid-air, the speed of the icicles breaking through the ground is enough that they can't react.

It was like streaks of white light piercing from under the ground.

Then everyone could only see countless mutilated crystal bodies being thrown high or stuck in icicles, without exception. It wasn't until a moment later that cracks appeared on the icicles, which collapsed into fragments of ice crystals that melted into puddles of snow in a matter of minutes.

After the wind passed, there were only dozens of criss-crossing ravines on the ground, several meters wide.

Brando silently put away his sword.

He wore a frayed trench coat with a dirty shirt and waistcoat underneath, crumpled breeches, one less pair of riding boots, and was barefoot and stepped on the ground, looking ragged, almost like a beggar.

But at this moment, in the entire quiet camp, everyone's eyes fell on him a little strangely, and for a while, no one could say half a sentence.

In the wilderness, there is only the whining of the wind.

He raised his head and glanced at these people, and was slightly stunned when his eyes fell on Mr. Liu:

"Nine phoenixes?"

……

(PS: The main reason for writing Jiufeng is to borrow Madara, because it has been mentioned before, so I will write it by the way, so this plot may not be too long, and, gentlemen, please let go of Huanghuo, she is just a child!) In addition, recently I have been researching and making mobile games with my friends, helping with game planning, and I am a little busy, so I update late every day. (To be continued......)