Vol 6 Chapter 95

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

But suddenly he couldn't remember what the name of the undead wizard who commanded the attack on Buche in history was, and the memory became so vague, as if everything about Sophie was being integrated into deeper thinking.

This was an inconceivable thing for him in the past.

Because of Eruin's shame and regret, it is deeply engraved in the hearts of every Eruin player.

But at this moment.

There was some lightness in his mind.

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

But ants

Let them disappear with history.

He waved his hand gently, and the undead in the mountains and mountains were all turned into powder. He dominated everything in his dreams, not just these chickens and dogs, even the dreams were broken and turbulent.

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

Then he faintly heard some broken sounds, such as the slamming sound of a crystal cup falling to the ground, and at that time the dream had vanished into nothingness.

Brando blinked, moving his eyelids hard, and 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 naturally he had this enlightenment:

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

After three days of dormancy, the physical signs are self-evident and self-perfection is the most important step in perfecting the body.

Brando flashed this thought in his head to startle himself. In the past, players had to rely on the war slate to simulate this step. And he had already reached the pinnacle of the extreme at this moment.

He doesn't know if this is his own experience in the game, but his body's memory will not go wrong. He sleeps for three days, which is an indisputable fact.

He was thinking about it, and then there was a sharp whistle in his ear, and the sound of the blade fighting.

fighting?

in danger?

Almost naturally, Brando automatically raised his right hand. For a moment he was still struggling to control his muscular body. But when danger comes. As if instinctively reacted, familiar power had already poured out of the body.

Part of that power belongs to him.

The power of Frost Guard.

Frost Grip

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

A few strange creatures that seemed so powerful to the guards suddenly settled in midair, helpless like a worm, when Brando was familiar with his body and slowly looked back at them. The body of these crystal clusters could not bear the power in his hands and began to crack. The crystals on the body fell off in large chunks and fell to the ground.

Brando stood up, jumped out of the carriage, and tossed the dummy in his hand, and the strange creatures that had died so much that he could no longer die were thrown aside by him like garbage.

He swept forward with a backhand, a cold light swept forward, and the surging monsters were chopped off from it. More than seven monsters were intercepted by this waist and rolled down on the ground.

Then he looked up. Eyes swept across the battlefield, leaving the entire battlefield alone.

This is the power of Odysseus the Flameblade.

There were nearly a hundred strange heads on the periphery. At first, they looked at Brando, who was surrounded by them in the center, with a flickering glance. But from the moment Brando showed the power of the Holy Sword, suddenly their eyes were red, and they screamed at Brando as if they were crazy.

That was the scene where Nassin and all the scavengers would be stunned, although they had not yet recovered from the shock of the previous Brando shot. But this scene is clearly more exciting now.

They saw with their own eyes the swordsman who is as strong as Mr. Liu. In the face of strange siege, they can only protect themselves, and they do n’t know how the young man can enjoy these strange things. Blame such treatment.

But what they couldn't help secretly cursing was what exactly these **** monsters had gone crazy, and why they suddenly became crazy.

"Sir, be careful!" Brando reminded himself behind the girl's somewhat naive voice.

He was no stranger to this voice. He heard it more than once before he woke up. The owner of this voice sounded very small, but it was very mature and stable. There is no ordinary little girl at this age, and they talk. The way the sentence is organized is a bit weird and very different from Warn's habits.

It made him feel very kind, though he didn't know where that kind of feeling came from.

But Brando didn't look back at this time.

He knew why these strange creatures suddenly went crazy, he should have noticed the breath of Odysseus and Harangia in his body.

Brando looked coldly at the weirdness pouring into himself in the darkness.

In the eyes of others, he was stunned, thinking for a while, that Xin felt that he was in the position of that young man. I'm afraid it wasn't just stunned, maybe he'd be out of urine. In other words, Brando was at least relatively courageous in his opinion.

But among all the people present, only Mr. Liu remained motionless. He looked at Brando with a complex look. The previous blow from the opponent only engraved a sentence in his mind:

Extreme people, the state of heaven.

"Twilight bastard."

Brando only squeezed this sentence out of his teeth. Looking at these weird figures, 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 the Dragon of Dusk, but these chaotic apprentices and descendants were not in his eyes. .

With a glimmer of light in his hand, Xinna, a sword with a long and graceful line, appeared in his right hand, and a golden red light flashed in his left hand. In view.

The scavengers haven't seen how the two swords appeared in Brando's hands. Brando has held them and spit out a word gently:

"Howling Wind"

For the residents of Rosalin, it is really difficult to understand the 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 wind 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 the mountain people in the north were so eager to invade the warm land of the south.

A piece of sword-shaped ice appeared behind Brando.

He stood there. The silver rule line naturally woven the throne of winter for him behind him, and in the eyes of the Rosalins present, it was the symbol of unity between heaven and man.

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

Brando waved his hand, and the chill wind blew up from the air, and the broken ice turned into a cold light, whistling past everyone.

At that moment, Xin didn't respond at all, and when he hit a chill in the temperature that suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, he widened his eyes and saw these ice fragments like a handle. The sword, which plowed the ground where it passed, swept directly across dozens of strange creatures.

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

At this time, the relationship between the Slaughter and the Slaughtered has fallen, and strangers with not much IQ screamed and launched a decisive impact on Brando. Only about a third of the lucky ones could pass through the interweaving The light of death was howling at Brando in the middle of the camp.

But Brando didn't look at them.

He didn't even lift his head.

Only Frost Singer Xin Na in her hand turned the sword tip and inserted into the land below.

There was a loud bang, and countless sharp and icicles broke through the ground, like a blooming rose centered on the sharp sword inserted by Brando, and angered in all directions.

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

It was like white light piercing from the ground.

Then all people can only see countless incomplete crystal corpses being thrown up high or inserted in 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 channels on the ground that were several meters wide and crisscrossed.

Brando silently put away his sword.

He was wearing a frayed trench coat with a dirty shirt and vest inside, wearing crumpled breeches, and missing one of his long boots. He was barefoot and stepped on the ground, looking ragged, almost like a beggar.

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

There was only the sound of whine in the wilderness.

He looked up, glanced at these people, and glanced slightly at Mr. Liu:

"Jiufeng people?"

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(Ps: Jiufeng was written mainly for the sake of Madara. Because it was mentioned before, write down by the way, so this plot may not be too long. Also, gentlemen, please let go of Phoenix, she is only Children! In addition, I have recently been studying mobile games with friends and helping with game planning, so I am a bit busy, so I update them every day.) (To be continued.)