Flash Strike Sword Art.
In terms of familiarity with Flash Strike Sword Art in this world, Brando wouldn't dare to say that he was one of the best, but he was definitely one of the best. His Flash Strike Sword Art was not complete, but the Cruz people had lost even more. The Cruz Royal Family had not produced a Sword Saint for many generations, and this sword art was only passed down in the Flame Family Knight Regiment.
Just like their pursuit of power, the dragons always liked to reach the extreme in one direction, and as part of the dragon inheritance, the Flame King's Flash Strike Sword Art also had the characteristics of unparalleled destructive power and extreme speed.
So in this world, the best way to deal with Flash Strike Sword Art was to use Flash Strike Sword Art to attack. Using speed to fight speed was the only way, and other sword arts were slightly inferior. Of course, this didn't mean that Flash Strike Sword Art was the strongest sword art in the world, but because of its own characteristics, once the opponent used Flash Strike Sword Art first, the best countermeasure was still Flash Strike Sword Art.
Brendel's hand was almost at the position of the Flash Strike Sword Art, but his mind was like lightning, and in the end, he suppressed his almost instinctive thoughts.
The battle of the Flash Strike Sword Art was probably one of the most gorgeous swordsmanship duels in the world. It was indeed gorgeous, and he was confident that he could suppress the swordsman opposite him. The middle-aged man had given him a big 'surprise', but Brendel himself wasn't any worse. After a brief moment of surprise, he calmed down.
Every step of his opponent's plan was calculated perfectly. Only the best Warriors he had seen in his previous life would have such a keen sense of the battle. Unfortunately, God's plan was not as good as man's. His opponent had made a mistake in the end.
He probably never thought that his opponent would also know Flash Strike Sword Art.
Just like how Brando didn't expect him to know Flash Strike Sword Art.
Brando took a step back.
The Flaming Blade in his hand was whimpering softly, as if responding to the burning fighting spirit in his heart.
When the light of the Flash Strike Sword Art lit up, the eyes of a little girl holding a long sword were reflecting the bright light of the sword. She was motionless as if she was enchanted. Although Huang Huo was born in the Nine Phoenix Royal Family, the Jade Phoenix Clan had a strict upbringing. Coupled with the fact that she was the successor of the Jade Phoenix Mage, she had never lived a luxurious life. At most, she had never had to worry about food or clothing.
In her limited memories, in the first ten years of her life, the only things that accompanied her the most were the ascetic cultivation and swordsmanship.
The Nine Phoenixes established their country with swords.
She had seen many genius swordsmen, legendary swordmasters, and stunning swordsmanship. Most of her memories were of dazzling sword lights and sword shadows intertwining, weaving a dream that belonged to a young girl.
She gripped the sword in her hand tightly. The dream in her heart was to reach the peak of this path.
The apex of a swordsman.
What kind of swordsmanship was the top swordsmanship in the world? The swordsmanship masters in the Nine Phoenix Secret Land often said that the skill was close to the Dao.
Then what kind of swordsmanship could be called the Dao?
Legend had it that the Desert Wind Swordsmanship that she learned was a divine skill that was close to the Dao. After the Red Lotus Sword of Hellfire reached the ninth level, it could easily destroy the world.
However, level-9 swordsmanship was only a legendary existence. The Nine Phoenix Empire had been established for thousands of years. Even the sages who stood in the clouds only had a few level-7 or level-8 swordsmanship that had been passed down for generations.
Huang Huo often thought that the legendary Red Lotus Sword of Hellfire existed in the World of Stagnation. What kind of existence was the strongest swordsmanship of the Desert Wind Swordsmanship, which was called the Phoenix Technique?
But at this moment, she suddenly understood something.
There was such a swordsmanship in this world.
It was as bright as light and as fast as lightning. It was clearly the first cry of the birth of the world. However, when the light came out of the box, what she saw was not the brilliance of the birth of all things, but a wild and unruly red flame that seemed to break free from all shackles.
Once the flame burned, it pressed forward as if it was going to burn the earth. It was so resolute that it made people feel convinced.
Just by looking at this sword, she could understand the spirit contained in this sword. It was indomitable, and it was only born to resist everything.
This was the sword of a warrior.
Huang Huo suddenly understood that she might never reach such a level in her life. The sword in her hand could not respond to the feelings in her heart. It was as if it was a dead object.
She was already in the Elemental Realm, but the sword in her hand only had the Nirvana Flame of the Desert Wind lineage. She could not feel the existence of her own law.
That was not her sword.
It was not even her path.
The little girl bit her moist lower lip tightly. Her eyes were bright and she did not say a word.
She was even a little distracted. She could not help but think, if I was under this sword, how would I resist? How would Mr. Brando fight back under this sword?
In contrast, the reactions of Incirsta and Tarkus were much smaller. Although for them, the Flash Strike Sword Art was also a legendary thing, sometimes, when their thoughts were too complicated, the world they saw and the realizations they gained were much less.
Although the Flash Strike Sword Art made them raise their eyebrows, the two of them, especially the former, were more concerned about Brando's reaction.
They knew that the young Lord Erouine also knew the Flash Strike Sword Art.
Sinclair stood in place. Such a battle had long exceeded the scope of his understanding. He did not understand, nor did he need to understand. He could only pray that the young man could withstand the attack of the guard captain Boban.
He did not expect Brando to fight back. He had long known that the guard captain beside the Lord was powerful, but he did not expect him to be so powerful.
He did not know what the Flash Strike Sword Art was, but that did not mean that he did not understand what the law of space meant.
Sebas and the other Knight's eyes widened. They were usually closer to the guard captain beside the Lord, including the dark-skinned young man. Most of them only knew Boban as a taciturn, serious, and rigid man. He was loyal to the Rosaleen family, but he rarely relied on his status to ask for anything.
He was even more austere than most Knight. He did not pursue pleasure, but he did not seem to be an ascetic swordsman. He lived in seclusion and did not have any requirements for power, money, or beauty. In the eyes of others, the guard captain could be regarded as a strange person.
Like most of the knights in the manor, Sebas only knew that this mister was very strong, but as for how strong he was, he had only heard about it through hearsay. He had only heard bits and pieces of hearsay from the knights.
He was much stronger than the other Knight, and even the Knight Captain. Those swordsmen who were at the Celestial Realm had to behave themselves in front of Boban. In Sebas's mind, this guard captain was probably such a person. In Rosaleen, he was strong enough to hold his own, but that was it.
Even if this young man, who was not very knowledgeable, used all of his imagination, he probably would not have imagined that the skill of the Lord's guard captain would be at the top of the world in Swift Plains, Ninephoenix, or even the whole of Wohnde.
Boban's sword was not only reflected in Brando's eyes. The moment he drew his sword, he had also blinded the Knight and the Rosaleen Lord.
Supreme Realm.
The Supreme Realm.
"That person is dead for sure." Sebas felt that it was a pity. The other party had not even read Miss Delfien's letter. He did not know if his mission was completed. He did not know how to tell that beautiful and gentle lady about this.
Could it be that the person you sent the letter to was killed by the Lord's guard captain before he could read the letter?
He then became nervous again. The diary was still on that person. He hoped that the Lord would not search his belongings. He did not know if Miss Delfien would be implicated.
At this moment, he was not the most worried about himself.
However, what Sebas was thinking at this moment was indeed what most people were thinking.
"That person is dead for sure."
Rosaleen's thoughts were even more complicated. He was more knowledgeable than Sebas, and the boundaries of his imagination were also wider. However, his greatest fantasies and expectations for the Rosaleen family did not include the possibility of his guard captain suddenly becoming a Supreme Realm expert.
He was both surprised and happy, but he could not help but worry. In his position, he had to consider the problem from another perspective.
For such a person to hide his strength and stay in the Rosaleen family, acting as if he had no desires, why?
Was it really because of the favor that his father had given him?
Would a Supreme Realm expert be lacking in such a small thing?
These messy thoughts were mixed up in his mind, making him unable to pay attention to what was happening in front of him. It was only when one of his subordinates tugged at his sleeve — the Knight did not dare to tug at the arm of their Lord — that he reacted.
He subconsciously asked, "That person was defeated? … Go and bring that little girl over. Remember, don't touch her. Her status is much higher than you guys … "
He said weakly, "Also, let Mister Boban … No, I mean Master Boban, come over. I have something to say to him. Forget it … It's better if you guys take me to see him … "
"My Lord …" The Knight's voice was a little awkward.
"What are you waiting for?" The Rosaleen's Lord could not help but feel a nameless anger rising in his heart. He really could not guess what his guard captain was planning. It seemed that the only thing worth the Rosaleen family's attention was that thing.
Ever since that thing had been discovered, whether it was the people from the Ghost Chariot or the people around him, they had all flocked over like sharks that had smelled blood. How could the small Rosaleen family tolerate these gods?
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