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Chapter 375

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"You're courting death!" Cullens sneered. His sword was already close to Brando's body.

Brendel looked at him with the same pitiful gaze.

The young lord was completely suppressed by Veronica's aura and couldn't move at all. But as he watched Cullens approach him step by step, the green light on his retina flashed layer by layer. Different attributes were quickly changing.

Character.

Mana Pool.

Attributes.

Planeswalker Skill Tree. Card.

At this moment, the attribute panel was fixed on the Planeswalker System.

Then, Brando smiled at Cullens. The latter was startled and didn't know why Brando was smiling. But Veronica, the commander of the Azure Firmament Legion, was the first to notice something was wrong: "Eh, this little guy — Cullens, back off!"

She warned.

But she was still a step too late. A white-gold flaming blade appeared in front of Brando — Sun Blade. This was the first time Brando used this card in a long time, and the unlucky Count Cullens became the first guest.

He didn't expect Brando to be able to counterattack under Veronica's suppression, so when the blade of light condensed in front of him, the Count of Cruz could only stare in horror.

He was hit head-on and flew back with a scream. He did a series of difficult 1800-degree turns in the air before falling heavily on the ground.

"Lord Cullens!" The blonde girl with twin ponytails exclaimed.

Veronica raised her beautiful green eyebrows. She didn't expect Brando to still be able to retaliate under her suppression. She was surprised and dissatisfied. Ever since she became the commander of the Empire's Legion, no one dared to be so arrogant in front of her.

Veronica reached out to grab her sword — Azure Firmament. But after thinking about it, she held back. As the commander of the Empire's Legion and the Extreme Sword Saint who was over a hundred years old, bullying a junior was a disgrace to the Empire's dignity.

But no matter what, the Empire's dignity couldn't be blasphemed.

She raised her hand and coldly said, "Take this guy down!" Veronica stared coldly at Brando. She waved her hand forward, and more than 30 Knights from the Imperial Cavalry Division behind her swarmed forward.

When Veronica spoke, she released the pressure on Brando. Even though the knights of the Imperial Army were nothing more than embroidered pillows, she believed that they were more than enough to deal with a small noble like Erouine.

She had seen Erouine's army before. Other than the Royal Knight Regiment of Corvado, who could barely be considered soldiers, the rest were just a bunch of rabble.

But Brendel felt the pressure on his body loosen. He looked up and saw the imperial knights rushing towards him. At a glance, he recognized that the other party was the Kirrlutz Guards. Although these guys were not Kirrlutz's frontline legion, they were much more difficult to deal with than the knights of the border cavalry regiment he had just dealt with.

After all, the border cavalry in Cruz was an organization similar to Erouine's guards.

Brando calmly took a step back and drew his sword for the first time.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the cold light reflected from the dark blade made Vahina who was tied up by thorns cry out, "… That … That sword …"

"Be careful! It's the Crimson Blessing! "But the black-haired youth's voice immediately covered her voice.

Rono got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. One of his hands was pressed on his chest, and it was extremely uncomfortable. But even the churning of his internal organs could not compare to the shock in his heart at this moment. He saw the silver gauntlet on Brando's right arm and finally confirmed his suspicion.

It was the Crimson Blessing, the Grip of Bahamut.

A true divine weapon in the eyes of alchemists.

Brando's hand was ignited with True Red Flames. The flames surged up his arm and swallowed Halran Gaia in an instant. Brando leveled his sword and charged towards the Knight. At that moment, he was like a demon from hell, leaving a trail of flames behind him.

Veronica's face changed when she saw Brando's sword.

This was not a quasi Sword Saint at all. The youth standing in front of her was a true Sword Saint. And when she saw the sword and armor in his hand, she knew that she had made a huge mistake.

She had underestimated her opponent.

Veronica immediately grasped the hilt of Azure Firmament, but at this time, Brando was already like a burning phoenix, charging into the midst of the Knight.

"Attack from the front left." Orthlyss's voice was cold and calm. She was fighting side by side with him.

"Take advantage of the gap between the Knight's attacks!"

"Don't let go of this opportunity to retreat."

"Pursue!"

"It's best to block this attack first."

"Hey, little guy, how did you do that?" Orthlyss was suddenly startled. She found that sometimes Brando seemed to know the enemy's intentions better than she did. She relied on her thousands of years of experience, but it was a stretch to say that Brando had talent.

Even Orthlyss was surprised that a person could have such talent in swordsmanship.

'Gretel, even Gretel doesn't have such talent.'

She thought.

But at this moment, Brando saw a different scene. Golden lines appeared in his eyes, outlining a complex image:

Whether attacking, defending, or outflanking, the intentions of the knights were laid bare in these lines. As long as they lowered their bodies, a golden line would extend from their prepared attack path and pierce Brando's chest.

This was the effect of in-depth analysis.

Perhaps it was not perfect, but Brando found that this skill was surprisingly suitable for him. Especially with his hundreds of years of swordsmanship experience in the game, coupled with Orthlyss's guidance, it was like adding wings to a tiger.

Cruz's Knight's guards were sometimes blocked by Brando's sword before they could even make a move.

The knights were so frustrated that they could die. They realized that something was wrong the moment they clashed with the young man. The young man seemed to know what they were trying to do. Sometimes, they just instinctively lowered their shoulders to counterattack. Before they even realized how they were going to attack, the young man had already destroyed all their possible attacking routes with a single strike.

It was a feeling that made them want to throw away their sword and run away, like a mouse being teased by a cat.

But Brando always stopped at the last moment, which surprised the Knight. They knew that if he wanted to, he would have killed them long ago.

But he didn't.

Was he showing mercy?

But it didn't seem like it.

The Knight didn't know why, but Veronica, who had unsheathed her sword, knew that Brando had long been paying attention to her. He knew from the beginning that she was going to make a move.

But how did he know?

"She's about to make a move." Orthlyss reminded.

"I'm curious," Brando looked at Veronica's direction while blocking the Knight's attacks: "Lady Orthlyss, in your prime, who was stronger between you and this lady?"

"She's just a little girl," Orthlyss snorted and replied with some confidence: "I don't even need to use my sword to fight her. She's not even as strong as your grandfather."

"What?" Brando was shocked.

"Careful, she's coming."

The young lord raised his head and saw Veronica appear in front of him in an instant. He was shocked and rolled away to avoid his opponent's sword.

Veronica was slightly startled, thinking that this guy dodged quite quickly. It seemed like he already knew how she was going to attack before she even appeared.

But while she was surprised, Brando was being scolded.

"Why are you dodging?" Orthlyss was dissatisfied: "Meet her head on."

"Lady Orthlyss, I'm not afraid of her in terms of swordsmanship, but in terms of strength, I'm not even close to her!" Brando explained as he dodged.

"Idiot, how can she use such a high level of strength here?" Orthlyss scolded him in his mind: "Unless she wants to tear down this bazaar with her sword."

Brando was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that this was the Druid's aerial bazaar. Although there was a barrier protecting it, it could only support a battle between two Gold-ranked fighters. No matter how high the power was, the barrier wouldn't be able to withstand it.

He was stunned and almost got hit by the sword, but at the last moment, he turned his head and dodged. Veronica's sword barely grazed his cheek.

The sword's aura left a cut on his face.

Brando felt a chill on his face, but Veronica was both angry and amused at the same time. This kid actually dared to be distracted during a battle with her. Even the famous Sword Saint Cruz was not so daring. And what surprised her the most was that he actually dodged!

"This kid …" Veronica couldn't help but think: "If only Cruz was more powerful, I would definitely let him follow me and inherit my legacy."

But of course, Brando didn't know what the female commander was thinking. After Orthlyss's reminder, he decided to switch from defense to offense.

He paused for a moment, then raised Earth to block the blade of the Azure Skies. Green and gray light intertwined — the Azure Skies was a Wind Fantasy weapon. In terms of level, it was not inferior to the Halran Gaia. However, the Earth was stable and naturally restrained the ever-changing Wind Element.

Thus, Azure Firmament's whirlwind effect was almost completely suppressed.

Brando only felt his arm go numb when the two swords collided.

"This woman is so strong." He thought to himself. But this time, he didn't retreat. Instead, he pulled back his sword and stabbed at the opponent.

Counterattack.

Everyone was shocked. The Imperial Knight who couldn't even intervene could hardly believe their eyes. The young man was actually counterattacking.

"How dare you!" Veronica was also angry. Not only was this kid not afraid of her, he even wanted to suppress her in a direct confrontation. This was simply a fantasy.



(PS: There seems to be a restless aura in the air. What is it? I don't know. But, that … monthly ticket?) (Dragged away …) (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)

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