Scene 137 The Glory of Yulong (Part 2)

After taking this sip of wine, Brando felt as if his whole body was on fire. When he "bang" stepped on the ground in the square, he seemed to be the ancient Greek hero, the demigod Hercules, " With a crack, half of the square was crushed. He rose up with this force and shot forward like a cannonball. Under his feet, the square sunk down five or six meters deep with a roar.

The third elder was holding a jade sword and was about to catch up, but when he saw the stone slabs flying out due to the collapse of the square under Brando's feet, he couldn't help but turn pale in horror:

"What the hell is this!"

He, who has always been quite well-mannered, couldn't help but uttered a curse word at this time, and then turned his long sword to knock all the stone slabs away. After a round of sword dance, he found that his hands were shaking slightly. .

When I looked at the seventh elder's side, it was actually buried under rubble.

"Ah, damn it, who can tell me where on earth such a bastard came from!"

Brando was completely unaware of the third elder he had left behind. To be honest, his mind was in chaos now. The stamina of the gin was so frightening that it didn't give him any time to react, and it made him even more confused. What made him dumbfounded was that the Tilmose people seemed to take this matter for granted and did not remind him beforehand.

Yes, the gold liquid collected by the Valkyrie from the wind and dew is a fine wine brewed for the brave heroes. Since it is wine, how can it not have side effects - its obvious side effect is drunkenness.

And since this is the wine of God, its power needs no further elaboration.

Brando is in such a state at the moment. The original clear thinking in his mind has completely disappeared, leaving only the instinct like a beast's intuition. This instinct allows him to keenly feel the dangers around him and remember that he is The only purpose before this:

That is to stop that damn guy from summoning that damn holy sword!

The method he chose was simple and direct.

Through the drunkenness, the mark of fanaticism. open--

He even impatiently threw away the long sword that was in the way, and let the Holy Sword of Flame shoot towards the three elders behind him like a golden stream of cloud flames. He could still fight with Brando back and forth before. The third elder was pierced through the abdomen without reacting to the sword.

Fortunately, the sword has been released. There is no power of law attached, just pure physical damage. Otherwise, this unlucky elder Gui Che might have exploded and died at this moment.

Even so, he clutched his stomach in pain and fell down, and passed out as soon as he closed his eyes.

After the golden stream of flames passed through him, it hit a wooden crane in the middle, cutting it in two, and then collapsed. Then it hit the burning trestle behind him that extended towards the bay, and the sea surface was alive with it. Split.

There was a loud "crack" sound. After Odysseus turned into countless flame fragments and disappeared, the broken sea surface crashed down like two separate walls, forming countless white whirlpools on the sea surface.

But Brando didn't even look at this scene. He only stared at the eleventh elder who was still sweating and kneeling beside the magic circle, mumbling words. He held the golden horn in both hands and bumped into it.

"You are dead...!"

Elder Eleven screamed,

The whole body turned into a rain of blood and shattered into pieces, falling to the ground in scattered pieces. A black stand-in straw man fell from the sky, but after a moment, the straw man also exploded with a 'pop'.

Its owner was obviously beyond dead.

But Brando raised his head at this time. The two eyes as huge as wheels looked at each other in mid-air, and a terrifying pressure fell from the sky and was exerted heavily on him.

Although Elder Eleven is dead. But Brando could see clearly that in the shadow of the green dragon, the soul of the eleventh elder was clearly full of anger, holding the sapphire holy sword pointing at his head.

The other party did not speak, and there was no breath of the living in his pupils. It was like a remnant of will, but it was enough to carry out his wishes during his lifetime.

Brando was not afraid, he felt as if his brain was on fire, as a pure elemental creature. The gin used by the Tilmose people to celebrate is really not something humans can tolerate, even for extreme masters.

There was a lot of noise in my mind. It was as if countless heroes in Odin's golden palace were toasting in celebration, and his mind was burning. He raised the horn and drank it down, drinking almost half of the gin in the horn.

If there were any Tilmose people here, they would probably give Brando a thumbs up and say a word of admiration. He is worthy of being a hero in wine.

It's a pity that Brando didn't even have the slightest consciousness at the moment. After drinking half of the horn's wine, he completely lost consciousness, but the power in his body was burning, up to 100%. The twenty-five strength bonus directly made his strength attributes completely off the charts.

It can be said that at his peak, in terms of strength alone, he can now fight three.

There were just a few cracking sounds, and Brando's shirt and trousers were all torn open, revealing the strong muscles inside. His skin was red all over, like a cooked shrimp, and the blood inside was rolling, and it sounded like thunder. General sound.

"Come on, bastard!"

Without exception, Brando started to drink like crazy. He held the horn and shouted to the green dragon in the air with his head held high.

Qinglong is the soul of the Yulong Holy Sword. It is a being similar to Oweina. It is extremely arrogant. How could it be allowed to be slandered by a mortal? Not to mention that the remaining will of the Eleventh Elder is still alive at this moment, although he cannot control the Holy Sword. , but there is still no problem affecting its judgment.

It immediately let out a roar, rolled up its tail that was several hundred meters long and swept the green phoenix in mid-air to one side, and then plunged towards Brando.

"Not good!" Mr. Liu, who was connected to Gu Feng's heart and mind, was shaken by the tail of the Yulong Holy Sword. He almost spit out a mouthful of blood, but when he saw this scene, he was secretly anxious.

It seemed as if a miracle happened before. He watched Brando clean up all the ghost cars with his own eyes. How could he watch Brando die in this place now?

The other party may have nothing to do with him, but the other party is the only one who can take the young lady away.

What's more, the opponent's strength gave him reassurance. With such strength, what could Gui Che do to Miss? Mr. Liu became anxious and immediately spent his life forcefully to order Gu Feng. While he was desperately trying, the Qingfeng, who had already begun to retreat, let out a clear cry, spread its wings and chased Qinglong.

However, what Brando did at this time made Mr. Liu want to vomit blood.

He saw the young man rising from the ground as if he was drunk - although he was indeed drunk. He punched the Yulong Holy Sword in mid-air.

Faced with such a provocation, Yulong Holy Sword naturally became furious. He also raised his paw and faced Brando with one paw. Hearing a loud thunder-like sound in the air, Brando flew back to where he came from like a meteor.

He crashed into the port and hit a warehouse, smashing the building of several thousand square meters into ashes and turning the burning goods inside into powder.

The Qinglong entrenched in mid-air sneered, and without even looking at Gu Feng, who was chasing after him, he dived straight down. He chased towards the position where Brando fell, obviously intending to kill them all.

As the previous Holy Sword Soul, it naturally has a wealth of combat experience.

Faced with the angry blow from the near god, Brando, who was lying in the ruins, vomited a mouthful of blood. He felt that his internal organs seemed to have moved, but his mind was in a state of confusion, and there was no feeling of fear at all. , as if only fury and burning will to fight were left in the chaos.

For some reason, Brando now remembered the scene of his battle with the Twilight Dragon, the pure anger and fighting instinct in the chaos. It seems to be exactly the same as this.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as if nothing was wrong, then turned over and stood up. Qinglong's claws were covering him from mid-air. But Brando immediately picked up the horn and drank the remaining wine.

Then he roared angrily, and once again shot straight towards the green dragon in mid-air, hitting the center of the green dragon's claws with one punch. There was a loud sound like the sky was breaking, and the entire port shook.

But under Mr. Liu's stunned gaze, Brando actually blocked the blow of the Yulong Holy Sword.

Mr. Liu opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Then he swayed slightly and fell to the ground.

And after losing his control, Qingfeng let out a loud roar. His whole body burned with raging flames, and he hit the Yulong Holy Sword from mid-air.

At this moment, Qinglong was confronting Brando over the port. Brando, with his power fully amplified, is like a demon. At this moment, his power is not inferior to the peak state of the real silver body. The Yulong Holy Sword was naturally a near-god sword in its era, and its owner must have been a legendary figure like the Azure Knight. Unfortunately, in this era, the honor does not belong to it——

After noticing Gu Feng Yujue bumping into him from behind, Yulong Holy Sword Soul finally showed a look of hesitation on his face.

But at this time, unnoticed by everyone, several people were running out of a burning alley near the port.

The leading lady dodged the scalding smoke, looked up when she rushed out of the square, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise: "I found it, Naquil, that is indeed the power of the Emerald Heart! Quick, do it quickly, The messenger of Ra is also there, help him quickly!"

Not far behind her, the elf ranger glanced in the air with a complicated expression before silently taking out a box from his arms.

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(PS: Today’s two chapters are here. Hey, it’s the end of the month again. To be honest, I’ve been in a bad state recently. I’ve been stuck in writing. The quality of my writing has also been dragged down a lot by the state. If I want to change it, I’ll probably have to stop writing. I want to think about life more, but after all, Amber has put it off for so long, and I am really embarrassed to keep you waiting, so I still insist on writing, anyway, I write slowly. Fortunately, after persisting for a while, I finally feel a little better in the past few days. Yes, you still have to overcome yourself. I’d like to express my gratitude to everyone, make a few complaints, and ask for a monthly ticket.) (To be continued)