Vol 3 Chapter 364

Brando understands that his goal is to use the Striker's special effects to produce displacement effects, not to kill the enemy. Therefore, his purpose is very strong, often aiming at those opponents who have little fighting power, and he locks the little devil in the demon army twenty or thirty meters away, and flashes his head with a sword, while leaving a phantom behind the wind to pierce the piercing. Blow.

The demons quickly became messy.

Not every one of them is an inferior and demented little devil. The high-level devil judges Brando's way forward-they don't even need to judge the problem with their knees to realize that the **** human is straight. Headed towards the portal.

He must not be allowed to succeed. The long-horned demons behind screamed first, greeting their companions to stop Brando in harsh abyssal language.

Unfortunately, the effect is very limited. In the words of Helllord Lomoka, those bad devil and little devil are worse than a shit. These words are vulgar, but they are quite appropriate. They can be confused by their own orders. There is no way to get a swordsman who can teleport.

But the devil turned around, and the knights of Lantonilan felt pressured and let go. Most of them then had time to see what was happening on the battlefield. The Cavaliers soon saw Brando's feat and couldn't help but cheer in unison.

Barbassa was not surprised by Brando's performance, but he was inevitably proud. Not proud of the Dragon of Darkness, but of her own eyes, although most of the powerful witches of the Winter Kingdom, the twelve pure blood ones have nothing to do with her. But who can have her vision?

The old witch didn't even think that the Dark Dragon would fail, just a group of lame sheep-hoof demon. She smiled sharply like a little demon, and made the guy deaf and blind-the knights took the opportunity to nail it to the ground. Humans probably don't talk about chivalry with demons.

But Barbassa didn't expect Brando to be upset at the moment.

Although the portal is close to him, he feels that his physical strength and mana are also falling rapidly. At the same time, the use of puncture strikes, the Jiuyao after the wind, and the flash sword is a huge burden on the body. After about two-thirds of the distance, Brando noticed that the muscles became stiffer with the movement. Unstable fluctuations in mental strength have also appeared.

He had to shake his head and try to shake this groggy feeling out.

For the tenth time it appeared in mid-air above the Demon Army, Brando chopped down the earth's sword in his hand, and the poor worm was holding a **** human calf. The pale skin was covered with bite marks, and Brando was disgusted.

But it was just a flash of thought, the sword of the earth had been cut to the shoulder of the opponent. The heavy blade cuts into the fuchsia rough skin and muscles. Clicking on the spine, the poor worm was directly pressed into the ground and folded into two sections, and even the bones were directly cracked and stabbed out from under the skin to turn it into a vague flesh.

This scene looked 'spectacular', but it made Brando's heart tight. In theory, this sword should cut off each other's muscles and bones. One sword bowed its head, clean, just like before. It is not accidental that these things appear, nor is it that these little demons have become stronger, but that his physical strength has begun to decline.

"Antinina, hurt?" He gasped.

"No ..." Antinina was wrapped in Brando's hand. For a moment, she didn't know whether she was afraid or nervous. In fact, she didn't imagine such a scene when she was alone, but it was definitely not in the army of demons like this. Miss Noble had no time to think about it Don't even dare to look outside.

Because she was afraid to see the scene where Brando missed. So he closed his eyes tightly. It's about holding ‘to die together and die together, no, at least dying in front of that person and feel at ease’, such an ostrich mentality tightened 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. In his imagination, he must be bold and invincible in the army and horses, but he found that it was not the case at all. It's an excitement that you can't imagine. Only a cold sweat dripping nervously.

His palms have been soaked for a long time, and the pressure of death is like an approaching jungle of dense swords and thorns. As long as there is a slight difference, it will end forever.

What will happen after death? Brando had considered such a question when he still had a youthful feeling in another world, but most mortals could only draw the conclusion that nothing was obtained.

Only when the breath of death really approached, did he really feel the kind of icy coldness from another world. Life itself does not make sense to discuss the subject of death, because after it there is nothing but nothing.

Brando knew he was not sure if he had time to regret it before he died.

But at least he still wanted to live.

The surviving **** made him feel a thousand times more acute. He flew away that rotten body like a sword, and the attacking path of the demons rushing around became traceable in his eyes. Brando looked up, looking over the other tens of meters away, where he found a guy who was moving backwards.

You are the one.

"Brando, be careful." Antitina closed her eyes, unable to tell what was going on around her. Therefore, the nature of the opening is Saint Osor after the wind. After the wind reminded: "Watch out for the evil magician over there!"

Brando looked back, and he saw that the evil magicians were standing at the portal and casting spells on him.

To be honest, he is not a wizard, he knows only a little about the wizard's world. Fortunately, he is at least one player, and there is a joke: if the player represents a world, then the wizard is at least half a world. As an enemy of half the world, Brando is not able to distinguish every spell gesture and spell, but the surviving ** seems to make his memory sharpen at this moment.

Dimensional anchor.

Brando felt the cold hair on his back stood up, like a cat bowing his body. His eyes were terrible at that moment.

Brando has no time to explore whether the ability of the Sword to distort the dimension can escape the judgment of the dimension anchor blocking all space transfer effects. He is not a crazier, and reality does not allow him a second chance. He directly turned on the charge ability, without any hesitation, when the ring-shaped circle arrays flashing white light appeared above him, he had stepped on the head of several small demons from the monster army.

Like a beautiful twisting line, it pierces all spell effects.

The evil magician's attempt failed completely.

Fortunate to see this scene, the witch's eyes are afraid of people, except for the rebirth of the dark dragon. What other 20-year-old young man has such terrible fighting experience? This is not a duel between swordsmen and swordsmen, but a perfect example of cracking spells with swordsmanship.

Not everyone has this experience.

Not to mention the witches, even the geek Garlock could not help but shine in his eyes. At least Brando's move has proved that he fully understands the opponent's spells and attempts. Even the wizard wizard from Sirifah could not even judge how he did it--

Garlock's specialty is the dismantling of spells. He spent most of his life for this reason and did not dare to speak every spell. And to find the hidden spells from the secret casting gestures, it is an extremely difficult and professional knowledge.

At the moment Garlock even gave birth to an illusion-perhaps this young man had a better future as a wizard than as a swordsman. He forgot that even at the level of swordsmanship. Brando is also a genius.

After Brando penetrated the envelope of the dimension anchor with an onslaught, he once again cast a flash sword in midair. At this time, the striker had completely absorbed the experience of Alluin's military swordsmanship, and rose to the fourth level.

Striker Level 4 + 1 [Getting Started] (Dragon / Ancient): Special skills allow your sword to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance (60m) in space.

To this extent, it is already beyond the reach of ordinary Templars. It seemed as if Stephen had reacted at this moment to realize what he had seen--if someone had told him before then that he could come into the room immediately after learning a little about a sword technique. Then he must think that person is a lunatic, or else just treat him as a fool.

But he now felt that he was a fool.

He even stayed there, if the little devil in front of him was stupid, obediently obeying the orders of the long-horned devil and turning around to siege Brando, it is estimated that he would be chopped into a flesh by the knife . Fortunately, a later knight saw that the adult was wrong and pulled him back, so as to avoid the tragedy that the Temple of Flames lost another senior member here today.

"This is impossible!"

It seemed as if Stephen had reacted to this and shouted, "Martha is on. The shard of the Inflammation Blade must be on him. That's it! He is the one chosen!"

The poor knight seemed to suddenly wake up and uttered nonsense.

After Brando turned around in mid-air, he had locked the next target. He raised the earth sword in his hand, and the white light of the blade flashed. "Wait." But after the wind stopped him, "Brando, you can flash a sword about sixty meters now, and you need to cast at least two times by the door. Are you thinking about it?"

Brando was startled.

In fact, he has been staring at the state interface, his mana and physical strength have bottomed out, but he can still manage to do it twice. But the second sentence after the wind made him completely dispel the idea: "Since I can judge your flash distance. They can do the same."

He actually thought about it for a moment. If he is locked by the opponent with a dimension anchor, he can still get away with the wind after the wind, but after that? Does he still have the strength to cast the flash sword again?

The state clearly stated that Brando could not change his physical and mana from nothing unless he could take a breath. But where is the opportunity on this battlefield?

Fortunately, he hasn't shot yet.

Brando couldn't help but be fortunate to be with himself after the wind. It was indeed a sage from the battle of the saints, but all aspects were taken into account in an instant.

At this moment his charging skills have reached the highest point. Brando felt his body begin to fall. But the solution he found was actually very simple. He called up the skill bar at the fastest speed, and threw away all the remaining experience of Mavi Carter.

Striker upgrades again in an instant.

Striker Level 5 + 1 [Getting Started] (Dragon / Ancient): Special skills allow your sword to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance (100m) in space.

Striker's name became dark immediately after reaching level 5. This is the same as his original white raven swordsmanship. Brando knew that this was because the flash sword swordsmanship that was originally disclosed in the temple was incomplete, so he didn't think much about it and went straight forward.

A sword appeared directly next to the huge portal.

There are no small demons near the portal, only three tall horned demons. Brando suddenly flashed in the middle of a long-horned demon, and a sword was cut off at it.

But the long-horned demon seemed to have a premonition. It suddenly looked like a jackal, and the huge skull suddenly lifted, and raised its hand into the void. When the sound of an iron-clad attack sounded, Brando felt that he had hit a steel pipe at all.

But he didn't dare to stay a little, and immediately took advantage of it to roll backwards. Fall steadily not far from the three long-horned demon.

He looked up subconsciously.

Standing beside the huge portal of the Temple of Fire, he and the demons were as small as ants. It didn't feel this way at a further distance, but after being so close, the huge sense of oppression of the flame rush came immediately.

Even more suffocating is that the river of sulfur, which is gradually becoming more and more real, behind the flames.

Brando couldn't help but take a sip, the shock just now had hit his gums with blood. But he wiped the corners of his mouth, and immediately let go of the noble lady: "Antinina, is that okay?"

"Ok."

"I think of a way to help you get them away. How much time do you need?"

"I ... I don't know, I try." Antinina frowned at the huge portal, which was a semi-magic mechanism in itself. But it is not a complete magic device. The best way is to find a wizard to work with her, but this is obviously not the case now.

"Give you five minutes."

Brando glanced back, the little devil was turning around. Although those idiots are messing around by themselves, a few minutes are enough for them to turn around. Lantoniland's knights were clearly not enough to stop the army.

Antitina nodded pale.

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