The Amber Sword: Act Ninety-Five Extreme Power

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

But he suddenly couldn't remember what the name of command attack Bucce's Necromancer in history was, and the memory became so fuzzy, as if the bits and pieces about Sophie's were being integrated into deeper thinking.

This is simply unthinkable to him in the past.

Because of the shame and regret of Aouine's, it is deeply engraved in the hearts of each Aouine players.

But now and now.

But there was something light in his mind.

In his eyes, what he saw was not Madara's bones like the sea, but a pile of decaying bones, which could be turned into flying ash by waving his hand.

But the ants

Let them disappear with history.

He waved his hand gently, and the undead all over the mountains turned into powder. He dominated everything in the one's own dream, not only these completely uselesss, but even the dream was broken and turbulent.

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

Then he heard something broken, such as the slamming sound of the crystal cup falling to the ground. At that time, already turned into nothingness.

Brando blinked, moving his eyelids hard, his body seemed extremely strange. He understood that it was because of a long period of deep sleep that made his muscles stiff, but he suddenly remembered that he understood what happened during the deep sleep.

At the moment he woke up, it seemed as if he had such an enlightenment naturally in his heart:

Seventy-four hours. Fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds.

After sleeping for three days, the physical signs are self-evident and self-perfection. This is the most important step of Correct Perfect Body.

Brando flashed this thought in my mind to startle myself. In the past, players need to rely on the war slate to simulate this step Laws. And at the moment, he reached already at the peak of the extreme.

He doesn't know if this is the experience in his game, but his body's memory will not go wrong. He hibernates for three days.

He was thinking about it, and then a sharp tweet came from his ear, and the sound of sword edge fighting.

Fight?

Dangerous?

Almost naturally, Brando automatically raises its right hand. For a moment he was still struggling to control his muscular body. But when danger comes. As if instinctively responded, the familiar power already emerged from the body.

Part of that power belongs to him.

The power of Tundra Guard.

Grip of Frost Earth

Brando When he opened his eyes, several Crystallines came into his eyes. He looked at those things and gently held his hand.

Several powerful monsters that seemed to the guards suddenly settled in midair, helpless like a worm. When Brando was familiar with the body of one's own, he slowly looked back at them. These Crystalline bodies then already could not bear the power in his hands and began to crack and break. The crystal on the body fell off in large chunks and fell to the ground.

Brando stands up, jumps out of the carriage, and tosses the imaginary grip in his hand gently. Those strange monsters whose already can't die anymore are thrown aside by him like garbage.

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

He then raises head. Eyes swept across the battlefield, leaving the entire battlefield alone.

This is the power of Blade of Flame Ordefeiss'.

Nearly a hundred strange heads around, at first glanced at the Brando surrounded by them in the center, and they were still a little timid. But the moment Brando showed the power of Holy Sword, suddenly their eyes were red rises, screaming like mad and rushed towards Brando.

That is the scene where Nasin and all the scavengers will be stunned, although they have not recovered from the previous shock of Brando make a move. But now this scene is obviously more exciting.

They saw with their own eyes the swordsman who is as good as Mr. Liu. In the face of strange siege, they can only protect themselves, and they do n’t know how youngster can enjoy them. No wonder such treatment.

But they couldn't help cursing in their hearts what the damned monsters had gone crazy, and why they suddenly became mad.

"Sir, be careful!" Brando reminded herself by hearing the girl's somewhat childish voice behind her.

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 it is very mature and stable. There is no ordinary little girl childish at this age. And the way they speak and organize sentences is a bit strange, which is very different from Vaunde's habits.

It makes him feel very kind, although he doesn't know where this kind of feeling comes from.

Brando did not look back at this time.

He knows why these strange creatures suddenly went crazy, he should have noticed the Aura of Ordefeiss and Harlangaia in his body.

Brando coldly looks at the strange creatures that are coming to himself in the dark.

In the eyes of others, he was stunned. Think about it from the ground. Xin felt that he had changed to the position of youngster. I'm afraid it's not just stunned. Maybe it's a long time ago. In other words, Brando is at least fairly courageous to him.

But of all the people present, only Mr. Liu was motionless. He looked at Brando with a complex look. The opponent's previous blow only carved a sentence in his mind:

Extreme man, Heavenly Dao.

"Twilight's hybrid."

Brando only squeezed out such a sentence from the gap between the teeth. Looking at these weird images, the new hatred and the old hate came to mind almost at the same time. If this time, he was not too likely to find trouble with Dragon of Twilight, but these chaotic apprentices and grandchildren were not in his eyes.

As soon as the light shone in his hand, Xin Na, a sword of shallow water with a long and graceful line, appeared in his right hand, and a golden red light flashed in his left hand Ordefeiss Long and narrow sharp flame sword edge already Jumping into the sight of everyone.

The scavengers have not yet seen how these two swords appeared in the hands of Brando. Brando already held them and spit out a sentence gently:

"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 with four seasons like spring.

And those legends and songs about the cold winds between the mountains from the north of Cangshan, 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 mountain people in the north was so desperate to invade the warm land in the south.

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

He stood there. The silver Laws thread naturally woven the throne of winter for him behind him, and in the eyes of the Rosalings present, it was a symbol of unity between heaven and man.

Sun, moon, stars, wind, frost, rain and dew, all things are natural, all are Heavenly Dao

Brando waved his hand, and the chill wind blew out of nowhere, and these broken ice turned into a cold light, whistling past everyone.

Na Xin didn't respond at all at that moment, and when he hit a chill in the temperature that suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees suddenly, he widened his eyes and saw these ice fragments as if Sword with a handle, plowing the ground where it passes, sweeping directly across dozens of strange creatures.

The powerful monsters on the underworld are fragile under this cold light like delicate and fragile glass products, and they are instantly broken into countless crystal fragments.

At this time, the relationship between the slaughterers and the slaughtered already dropped, and not many strangers with IQ screamed and launched a decisive impact on Brando. Only about one third of the lucky ones could pass this The interweaving light of death screamed at Brando in the center of the camp.

But Brando didn't even look at them.

Not even looking up.

Turn only Frost Chanter Xinna in your hand to sword tip and insert it into the land below.

A loud noise, countless sharp and clear icicles broke through the ground, like a blooming rose, centered on the sharp sword inserted by Brando, and let it out in all directions.

Almost every sharp ice tooth corresponds to one of the strange ones, and their fate is conceivable. Even though they can dodge in midair, the speed of the icicles breaking the ground is enough to make them unable to react.

It was like white light piercing from the ground.

Then everyone can only see countless incomplete crystal corpses that have been tossed up or inserted into icicles, without exception. It wasn't until a moment later that cracks appeared on the icicles, collapsing suddenly, turning into pieces of ice crystals, and melting into a pool of snow within a few minutes.

After the wind blew, there were only dozens of gullies on the ground that were crisscrossed.

Brando silently put away his sword.

He is wearing a frayed windbreaker. Inside is a dirty shirt and vest. He wears crumpled breeches. He has one lack of long boots. He is barefoot and stepping on the ground. He looks ragged. Almost like a beggar.

But at this moment in the quiet camp, everyone's eyes fell on him strangely. No one at for a moment could speak a word.

There is only a whining wind in the wilderness.

He took raises head, glanced at these people, and his eyes fell slightly on Mr. Liu:

"Nine Phoenixes people?"

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(ps: Nine Phoenixes was written mainly to excuse Madara. Because it was mentioned before, write down by the way, so this plot may not be too long, and gentlemen, please let go of Feng Huo, she is just Child! In addition, I have recently been studying mobile games with friends and helping with game planning. It is a bit busy, so I update it relatively late every day.) (To be continued.)