The final blow clearly worked. ,!

The world is like cháo water receding, turning into patches of light like butterflies flying, dissipating piece by piece, and after the scenery of the endless field under the sunset fades, one after the other, leaving behind the untouched appearance of the frozen cave under the cold ice for thousands of years, a cold wind howling, making Brando and Charles both have a cold war. "Lord Enter!?" Before she could react, Metisa's voice came with a slight concern. The other inquiring voice was a little calmer: "Brando, that thing has pulled you to the Extreme Plains—?" This is Veronica, the female captain's deep, charismatic voice.

What about the Extreme Plains? Brando raised his head suddenly, but there was still some shadow of dusk, remnant sun, and wilderness around him, only the blue ice cave remained, the Filas couple, Veronica, the little mother dragon and her foodie brother, Akane, Métissa and the hunting girl she was supporting, the gray sword St. Mephistopheles, and the prince who stood farther away and the eldest son of the emperor who was Cruz, all of them were here, as if nothing had happened, Brando looked around, Finally, her eyes fell on Babasha and the witches beside her, who were a little farther away.

Babasha's eyes burned with a frenzied light, and the witches who seemed to disdain to deal with Mortal were exchanging glances with each other, but without exception, they looked at Brando's gaze with some surprise.

Then there was the little female dragon's golden eyes, which seemed to have a flame inside.

"There's something strange about you." Aloz asked, snorting and frowning.

Brando took a breath, his wounds covered and his teeth bared in pain, but he was surprisingly quiet when he heard the little she-dragon's question.

He almost thought it was a dream—but luckily, the witches' white spoon gaze and the little she-dragon's doubts answered his doubts.

He couldn't help but shake his right hand, and the thing in his palm was the answer to what happened before. However, the others apparently did not notice Brando's subtle movements, and Charles exchanged glances with him, while Veronica and Mephistopheles looked at Brando's left hand, which was already unsheathed and hung diagonally behind his back, while he was holding another sword.

The blade of the sword is like a thin blade, frost blue, like ice crystals.

"Sinna the Frost Singer—" Veronica's voice asked, "Brando, what happened to the competition, were you pulled into the Extreme Plains just now?" ”

What happened.

That's a good question, especially for Brando, who looked up, but the qiē that had happened before still seemed to repeat itself in his mind:

"Permafrost Field!" As Seibers raised the slender and bright blade of the Frost Singer Sina in his hand, a cold aura spread out in all directions like ripples around his body, and the layer of ice mist had just swept over, followed by the crisp sound of cracking the soil layer, and countless frost-white ice edges broke through the earth, stretching out into the sky like fangs, covering a radius of nearly a hundred feet in a blink of an eye. Brando finally remembered this trick, the frozen ground controlled the field, the wind output, he was simply too familiar - seeing some things in the past will produce a nostalgic mentality, this feeling is actually derived from the reminiscence of the past time - now it is the same for Brando, this retro routine seems to pull him back to the first three versions of "Amber Sword", the blood is agitated, and his body has already acted instinctively without even having time to react.

The power of his muscles exploded, and he leapt into the air, swiping a sharp sound that seemed to tear through the air, and the ice ridges that protruded from the ground would graze the soles of his boots.

At that moment, the eternal undead raised their heads in amazement.

Brando remembered the sudden brightness of the phosphorus fire in his eyes, and the sword in Sebes's hand was raised again, the blade became equally bright, and the ice dust gathered behind him like a shape, suddenly turning into a cyclone, and then as if out of thin air a biting gust of ice wind rushed towards his face. The blades of those swords are countless bright ice crystals scattered in the cold wind, those ice crystals are as thin as cicada wings, harder than steel, and can cut through even the hardest armor in a lighter way, and the cold wind swept forward, and Seibers and the sword in his hand were like generals directing the advance of this storm, he pointed his sword forward, and this storm engulfed the qiē in front of him.

What a spectacle it was.

Brando, like a drifting dead leaf in mid-air, was swept into the center of the storm in an instant, and countless ice crystals would pass through his body, but the imaginary scene of limbs being torn apart and blood raining down did not appear, and at the last moment, he once again used a flash sword. The black and heavy blade of the sword swung out, as if it had been practiced thousands of times, and the speed was fast to the peak that this world could bear, the space buzzed and vibrate, and it was stretched in one direction around him, and those ice crystal fragments as sharp as ice spears seemed to be grabbed by an invisible force, and naturally slid to the sides, being dragged behind him, and staggered past him.

In front of him, the distance of space had long been distorted by the same majestic force, and Sebeth's pale face seemed to suddenly cross a hundred feet and appear in front of him.

Brando slashed his sword at Sebeth's waist—the unsuspecting area of the sword-wielding King of the Frost Knights.

But just before the blade of his sword reached his body, the dirt beneath Sebes' feet seemed to be given life, and it arched automatically, forming a solid wall, on which Brando's sword slashed hard; With a muffled bang, a visible shockwave spread out in all directions on the wall with Brando's blade as the center, and fine and dense cracks immediately appeared on the earthen wall, and the cracks were expanding further, and then falling apart and collapsing.

But Brando's offensive stopped there, and the only result he achieved was to cut down a wall of dirt.

But this is certainly not an ordinary barricade.

This is one of the Frost Knight's life-saving skills, the Wall of Frost; Wall of Frost: The Frost Guard draws 20% of the current mana to build a barrier from the ground (the material of the barrier is determined by the environment at the time, if the Frost Guard has the 'Dark Ice' specialty, an additional layer of ice will be added to the barrier: hardness +2), the barrier will automatically block a fatal damage, and then return the remaining life to the caster. Frost Guardian can only cast this ability if it is on the ground. Replacing one of Sebers' life-saving skills with one blow, Brando's confidence was greatly boosted, at least proving that his attacks were still a threat to the opponent.

But before he could be complacent, an iron boot suddenly stretched out from behind the crumbling clods of the Wall of Frost and Earth—black iron armor with bones painted on the edges—and it was well known that Minerjin had a fanatical cult of death. Because of the obstruction of vision, Brando didn't have time to react, he was kicked heavily in the lower abdomen, the feeling was like being hit head-on by a giant dragon, and before he even had time to feel the pain in his stomach, he had already flown upside down like a cannonball.

This guy wasn't forced out of his life-saving skills at all! In a flash of lightning, Brando reacted, and Sebes unleashed the Wall of Frost and Earth, just to block his vision—a trick that could still be used.

If it is still in the past, Brando will probably be happy, when the various skill system routines in the game have basically been developed, it is definitely enough to open up a new way of thinking, which is enough to shake the order of the entire game. A new way of thinking is too important for a master, especially for a first-line but by no means top-notch player like him, such an opportunity may be enough for him to step on the altar from now on.

Although even now, this move also gave him a flash of inspiration, although there are many schools in "Amber Sword", but the use of life-saving skills in offense is very rare, and it is even more rare to use it to disturb the enemy, Bi Jing is not as confident as Sebeth; And Brando has seen too many skills, specialties, and endowments, if Cybers is still only limited to the limited vision of the Frost Guard, and Brando has already found countless ways to use this trick in his heart.

But not now.

His mind cleared up in an instant, and he reflected his current situation, as long as the next moment, he would fall heavily into the sharp ice edge of the frozen realm, the damage was not enough to fear, but the frozen state would kill him, Brando was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the wind of Sebes, although his will was as high as hundreds, but in front of the existence of the perfect body, it was still far from enough.

Sebbers did turn the direction that Sina the Frost Singer was pointing, and it was clear that Brando had not guessed wrong, and he had been waiting for this moment for a moment.

"You must not be left behind."

"Brando!"

The thought in his mind arrived almost at the same time as St. Osor's reminder, but what could he do, there was nowhere to use his strength in this state, there was no way to adjust his posture, let alone put on the basic move of the flashing sword, and the Nine Yao after the wind could not make him displace, Templar? The skills of the Templars seem to have little effect at this time, and as for the basic skills of the warriors, such as charging and piercing strikes, etc., they are all impossible to use in the case of losing their balance, and the more than twenty levels of elemental envoys are not worth mentioning, do you want to hand over the unyielding endowment here?

No.

Brando gritted his teeth, he knew very well that there was probably a fierce battle ahead, and that Anlek was by no means a good person, let alone the fanatics around him who would be one of all things, and it would be too worthless to hand over the unyielding endowment in a scene that seemed like just a trial.

"Don't risk it, Brando!" Saint-Osor seemed to see Brando's thoughts clearly, and couldn't help but remind immediately.

"No, I won't take any chances, don't worry, the wind will come in." Brando tilted his head, the whole thought process was only for a moment, he could almost feel a chill coming from behind him, and if he hesitated for a moment, he would slam into the ice pick jungle, and then trigger the effect of the frozen realm, and be imprisoned into an ice crown - maybe less than 0.5 seconds, but enough for Sebes to kill him ten thousand times.

Now the only thing that can help him seems to be the only one possibility.

His other identity - he knew that the dark dragon also had this same identity, so maybe Sebers was no stranger to it, this thought had just been generated, and a circle of blue light had already appeared in Brando's hand - the weaving thread of the law was intertwined in the palm of his hand, it was not any kind of power that mortals could recognize - the undead knight Sebers saw this blue light is soul fire in his eyes raised slightly, and even let out a soft voice: "Jing Ran is this ......"

That's the power of the Brigade Mage. (To be continued)

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