The Amber Sword - 1204. Chapter 1204 The Extreme Power of Act Ninety-Fifth Act

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 Buche in history. The memory became so blurred, as if the bits and pieces about Sophie were being merged into deeper thinking.

For him in the past, this was simply unthinkable.

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

But at this moment.

But there was some calmness in his heart.

In his eyes, what he saw was not the sea-like bone frame of Madara, but a pile of rotten bones that could be turned into fly ash with a wave of hands.

But the ants–

Let them disappear with history.

He gently waved his hand, and the undead all over the mountains and plains turned into dust. He dominates everything in his dreams, not just these chicken dogs, even the dreams are broken and turbulent.

The mountains and the wind, the stars and the moon, the hills and the pine forest, all disappeared one by one.

Then he faintly heard a broken sound, like the’crack’ of a crystal cup falling on the ground, and the dream had already turned into nothingness at that time.

Brando blinked and moved his eyelids with difficulty, as if his body became extremely strange. He understood that it was because the long sleep had made his muscles stiff, but he suddenly remembered-he actually understood what happened during his sleep?

At the moment he woke up, he seemed to have this kind of enlightenment naturally in his heart:

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

After three days of dormancy, the physical signs showed itself and the self was perfect. This is the most important step for a perfect body.

This thought flashed in Brando’s mind and shocked him. In the past, players had to rely on war slabs to simulate this one-step rule, and he had already reached the extreme peak at this moment.

He didn’t know if his experience in the game was causing trouble, but his body’s memory could not go wrong. He was dormant for three days, which is an indisputable fact.

He was thinking about this problem, and then there was a sharp scream and the sound of swords fighting in his ears.

fighting?

dangerous?

Almost naturally, Brando automatically raised his right hand. For a moment, he was still struggling to control his stiff muscles, but when the danger came, as if instinctively, the familiar power had already poured out of his body.

Part of that power belongs to him.

The power of the Frost Guard.

Frost Grip–

When Brando opened his eyes, a few crystal clusters came into his eyes. He looked at those things and shook his hand gently.

Several strange monsters that seemed to the guards to be extremely powerful suddenly settled in the air, helpless like a bug. When Brando slowly turned his head to look at them while familiarizing himself with his body, these crystals The cluster body could no longer withstand the power in his hand and began to crack and shatter. The crystals on the body fell off in large chunks and fell to the ground.

Brando stood up, jumped out of the carriage, and gently tossed the imaginary thing in his hand. The strange weird that had died so hard to die were thrown aside like rubbish.

He swept forward with his backhand again, and a cold light swept forward, and the strange weirs that were surging were cut off from it. More than seven weird heads were cut off by the waist and fell to the ground.

Then he raised his head, his gaze swept across the battlefield, and the entire battlefield was so terrified.

This is the power of Odyssey, the Flame Blade.

Nearly a hundred weird heads on the periphery, at first looked at Brando, who was besieged by them in the center, with twinkling eyes, but they were still a little cowered. But at the moment when Brando showed the power of the holy sword, their eyes suddenly became red, and they screamed and charged towards Brando as if they were mad.

That was the scene where Na Xin and all the scavengers were stunned. Although they hadn’t recovered from the shock of Brando’s previous shots, the scene was obviously more exciting now.

They saw with their own eyes a swordsman who is as strong as Mr. Liu in the realm of heaven and man, who can only protect himself in the face of weird siege. They don’t know how virtuous this young man can enjoy these strangeness. Blame such treatment.

But what they couldn’t help cursing in their hearts was what these damn monsters were going crazy, and why they suddenly seemed to go crazy.

“Sir, be careful!” Brando heard the girl’s somewhat naive voice reminding himself behind her back.

He is no stranger to this voice. He heard it more than once before he woke up. The owner of this voice sounds very small, but very mature and stable. There are no ordinary little girls at this age who are childish, and they speak. The way of organizing sentences is a bit strange, very different from Warnd’s habits.

It made him feel very kind, although he himself didn’t know where the kindness came from.

But Brando did not look back at this time.

He knew why these weirdness suddenly went crazy, he should have noticed the breath of Odyssey and Harangea in his body.

Brando looked coldly at the weirdness rushing to him in the darkness.

In the eyes of other people, he was shocked, and put himself in the position to think about it. Na Xin felt that if he changed to the position of the young man, he might be more than shocked, maybe he would have been stunned long ago. In other words, Brando seemed to him to be more courageous at least.

But among all the people present, only Mr. Liu was motionless. He looked at Brando with a complex expression. The previous blow by the other party only engraved a sentence in his mind:

The most extreme person, the realm of heaven.

“The bastard at dusk.”

Brando only squeezed such a word out between his teeth. Looking at these weird images, new hatred and old hatreds rushed into his heart almost at the same moment. If he was not too likely to trouble the Twilight Dragon at this time, these chaotic disciples and grandchildren were not in his eyes. .

As soon as there was a glimmer in his hand, the slender and graceful shallow sea sword Sina appeared in his right hand, and a golden red light flashed in his left hand suddenly, and Odyssey’s long and sharp blazing blade had already appeared in the crowd. In view.

The scavengers hadn’t seen how these two swords appeared in Brando’s hands. Brando had already held them and spit out a word:

“Howling Wind—”

For the residents of Rosalin, it is really difficult to understand what is a storm of ice and snow. There is almost no winter in the south of the strait, and the Swift Plain is a world like spring all year round.

And those legends and songs from the north of Cangshan about the cold wind between the mountains, it is difficult to describe a real and harsh nature for the locals who have not seen frost and snow.

But at this moment, they began to understand why the mountain people in the north wanted to invade the warm land of the south so eagerly.

A piece of broken ice like a sword appeared behind Brando.

He was standing there, the silver thread of the law naturally weaved the throne of winter for him behind him, and in the eyes of the Rosalinns present, it was a symbol of the unity of nature and man.

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

Brando waved his hand, and the bitter cold wind whizzed out of thin air, and the broken ice turned into cold light, whizzing past everyone.

Na Xin didn’t react at all at that moment, and when he shivered deeply in the sudden drop of more than ten degrees in the temperature, he turned his head and saw that these ice fragments were like a handle. The sword plowed the ground where it passed, and swept across dozens of strange monsters directly.

The extremely powerful monsters on the underworld looked like delicate and fragile glass products under this cold light, and they shattered into countless crystal shards in an instant.

At this time, the relationship between the slaughter and the slaughtered has fallen all the way, and the weird people who don’t have much IQ screamed and launched a decisive impact on Brando. Only about one-third of the lucky ones can rush through this interweaving. The light of death screamed at Brando in the middle of the camp.

But Brando didn’t even look at them.

He didn’t even lift his head.

Only turned the Sina the Frost Singer in his hand to the tip of the sword 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 inserted by Brando, and opened in all directions.

Almost every sharp ice tooth corresponds to one of the weird heads, and their fate can be imagined. Even if they can dodge in mid-air, the speed of the icicles breaking through the soil is enough to make them unable to react.

It was like a white light piercing from under the ground.

Then everyone can only see countless broken crystal remains being thrown high, or being inserted on icicles, without exception. It was not until a moment later that cracks appeared on the icicle, which collapsed suddenly and turned into a piece of ice crystal fragments, which melted into a puddle of snow within a few minutes.

After the howling wind, there were only dozens of criss-cross gullies that were several meters wide on the ground.

Brando put away his sword in silence.

He was wearing a frayed windbreaker with a dirty shirt and waistcoat inside, wrinkled breeches, and one missing long riding boot. He was barefoot and stepped on the ground. He looked ragged, almost like a man. beggar.

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

There was only a whine of wind in the wilderness.

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

“Jiufengren?”

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(PS: I wrote Jiufeng mainly to borrow Madara, because I mentioned it before, so I can write it by the way, so this story may not be too long. Also, gentlemen, please spare the Phoenix Fire, she is just A kid! In addition, I’ve been studying mobile games with my friends recently, helping with game planning, and I’m a bit busy, so I update it late every day.)