Act 95 The Ultimate Power

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

But he suddenly couldn't remember the name of the undead wizard who commanded the attack on Butchi in history. His memory became so blurry, as if every bit of Sophie was being integrated into his deeper thoughts.

This was simply unimaginable to him in the past.

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

But at this moment.

There was something calm in his heart.

In his eyes, what he saw was not Madara's sea-like skeleton, but a pile of decaying bones that could be turned into ashes with a wave of his hand.

But ants

Just let them disappear with history.

He waved his hand lightly, and all the undead souls all over the mountains and plains were turned into powder. He dominated everything in his dream. Not only these chickens and dogs, but even the dream was shattered and turbulent.

Mountains and wind, stars and moon, hills and pine forests all disappeared one by one.

Then he vaguely heard some breaking sound, like the crunching sound of a crystal cup falling on the ground. At that time, the dream had turned into nothingness.

Brando blinked and moved his eyelids with difficulty, his body seemed to become extremely strange. He understood that it was because his muscles were a little stiff from being asleep for a long time, but when he suddenly recalled it, he actually understood what happened during his sleep?

The moment he woke up, this realization seemed to naturally arise in his heart:

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

After three days of dormancy, the physical signs will show themselves and they will perfect themselves. This is the most important step in perfecting the body.

Brando was startled by the thought that flashed through his mind. In the past, players had to rely on war slates to simulate this one-step rule. But at this moment, he has already reached the peak of the extreme realm.

He didn't know if this was due to his experience in the game, but his body's memory would not be wrong. He had been sleeping for three days. This was an indisputable fact.

He was thinking about this problem, and then he heard a sharp cry and the sound of swords clashing.

fighting?

dangerous?

Almost naturally, Brando automatically raised his right hand. At the first moment, he was still struggling to control his stiff muscles. But when danger comes. As if it was an instinctive reaction, the familiar power already surged out of the body.

Part of that power belongs to himself.

The power of the Frostguard.

Grip of Frost and Earth

When Brando opened his eyes, several crystal clusters came into view. He looked at those things and gently held his hand.

Several strange monsters that seemed extremely powerful to the guards suddenly settled in mid-air, as helpless as a bug, when Brando slowly turned back to look at them while getting familiar with his body. The body of these crystal clusters could no longer withstand the power in his hands and began to crack and break. The crystals on the body fell off in large chunks.

Fall to the ground.

Brando stood up, jumped out of the carriage, and gently threw the things in his hands. The dead monsters were thrown aside by him like garbage.

He swept forward with his backhand, and a cold light swept forward, cutting off all the incoming monsters. More than seven monsters were cut off at the waist by this blow, and rolled to the ground.

Then he looked up. His gaze swept across the entire battlefield, causing the entire battlefield to feel solemn.

This is the power of Odysseus, the Flame Blade.

The nearly a hundred strange creatures on the periphery looked at Brando, who was surrounded by them in the center, with flickering eyes. They were still a little flinching at first. But the moment Brando showed off the power of the Holy Sword, suddenly their eyes glowed red, and they screamed like crazy and rushed towards Brando.

Na Xin and all the scavengers present were stunned by the scene, although they had not yet recovered from the shock of Brando's previous action. But this scene is obviously more exciting now.

They saw with their own eyes that a swordsman as strong as Mr. Liu could only protect himself when faced with the siege of strange monsters. They did not know what virtues and abilities this young man had that he could actually enjoy these strange monsters. No wonder he was treated like this.

But what they couldn't help but secretly cursed was why these damn monsters were crazy, and why they suddenly seemed to be crazy.

"Sir, be careful!" Brando heard the girl's childish voice reminding him from behind.

This voice was not unfamiliar to him. He had heard this voice more than once before he woke up. The owner of this voice sounded very young, but very mature and steady. He was not as childish as ordinary little girls at this age, and they spoke There is something strange about the way the sentences are organized, very different from what Warnd is used to.

It actually made him feel very intimate, although he himself didn't know where this intimacy came from.

But Brando didn't look back at this time.

He did know why these weirdos suddenly went crazy. They must have sensed the auras of Odypheus and Harangia in his body.

Brando looked coldly at the strange things coming towards him in the darkness.

In other people's eyes, he was petrified. If he put himself in that young man's shoes, Na Xin felt that if he were in that young man's position, he might not only be petrified, but he might have pissed himself off a long time ago. In other words, Brando is at least relatively courageous in his opinion.

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

The ultimate person is in the realm of heaven.

"Dusk bastard."

Brando only squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth. Looking at these strange creatures, old and new hatreds surged into his heart almost at the same time. If he was not likely to cause trouble with the Twilight Dragon at this time, he did not pay attention to these disciples of Chaos. .

As soon as a glimmer of light appeared in his hand, the slender and graceful sword of the shallow sea, Xinna, appeared in his right hand, and a golden-red light suddenly flashed in his left hand, and Odysseus' long, narrow and sharp blazing sword suddenly appeared in front of everyone. within sight.

Before the scavengers could see clearly how the two swords appeared in Brando's hands, Brando had already held them and softly uttered a sentence:

"Howling Wind"

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

And those legends and songs from north of Cangshan Mountain about the biting cold wind between the mountains are difficult to describe a real and harsh nature to local people who have never 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 in the south.

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

He stood there, and the silver threads of law naturally woven the Winter Throne behind him. In the eyes of the Rosalin people present, it was a symbol of the unity of heaven and man.

The sun, moon, stars, wind, frost, rain and dew, everything in nature is the way of heaven.

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

Na Xin didn't react at all at that moment, and when he shivered deeply in the sudden temperature drop of more than ten degrees and turned around, he opened his eyes wide and saw that these ice fragments were like sharp blades. The sword plowed the ground wherever it passed, sweeping directly between dozens of strange monsters.

The extremely powerful monsters on the underworld were as fragile as delicate and fragile glass products under the cold light, shattering into countless crystal fragments in an instant.

At this time, the relationship between the slayer and the slain had completely changed. The monsters without much IQ screamed and launched a desperate attack on Brando. Only about one-third of the lucky ones could get through this intersection. The light of death howled and pounced on Brando in the center of the camp.

But Brando didn't even look at them.

He didn't even raise his head.

He just turned the sword tip of Frostsinger Xinna in his hand and thrust it into the ground below.

There was a loud "crash", and countless sharp and clear icicles broke out of the ground, blooming in all directions like a blooming rose with the sword inserted by Brando as the center.

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

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

Then everyone could only see countless incomplete crystal bodies being thrown up high or stuck on icicles, without exception. It wasn't until a moment later that cracks appeared on the icicles, which suddenly collapsed and turned into ice crystal fragments, which melted into a puddle of snow within a few minutes.

After the cold wind passed, there were only dozens of crisscrossing ravines up to several meters wide on the ground.

Brando put away his sword silently.

He was wearing a frayed windbreaker, a dirty shirt and waistcoat underneath, wrinkled breeches, and one of his riding boots was missing. 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 strangely, and no one could say a word for a while.

In the wilderness there was only the whistling sound of the wind.

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

"Nine Phoenix people?"

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(PS: The main purpose of writing Jiu Feng is to borrow from Madara. Because I mentioned it before, I will write it by the way, so this plot may not be too long. Also, gentlemen, please let Huang Huo go, she is still just I’m a kid! In addition, I’m currently researching mobile games with my friends and helping with game planning. I’m a little busy, so I update late every day.) (To be continued).