Act 157 Whose Swordsmanship

In fact, at this time, Brando was determined to prove himself with the White Crow Swordsmanship, but he was powerless. () He couldn't help but feel powerless in his heart - this Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles was really as terrifying as ever. The sword pressed so hard that he didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back.

Not to mention using the White Crow Sword Technique, Brando thought that if he made an extra move, he would probably be killed by the opponent's sword immediately. Although Mephistopheles was determined to capture him alive, sword fighting was no joke after all.

Because both sides are sure that the other will use all their strength, and if one party is a little playful, the other party will accidentally kill him. That situation itself is not within Mephisto's expectation.

After all, who would have thought that an opponent who was obviously fighting for his life would make fun of his own life?

The Gray Sword Saint has calculated that Brando must do his best to resist every blow, because only in this way can the young man's actions be restricted. In fact, this is the case. Brando has already asked Mephistopheles to Was surprised.

He was now certain that this young man was a genius, and not an ordinary one.

It's not that he is conceited. He has never seen a young man who can handle three moves in his hands. Not to mention young people, even many sword masters who have been famous for a long time may not be able to take on their three swords so calmly in the golden field. After a fight, Mephistopheles saw through Brando's approximate strength.

But the more this happens, the more certain he becomes that Veronica will not give up on this young man easily. Even in the Cruz Empire, a man in his early twenties who has golden strength and is also a genius in swordsmanship and tactics is rare in hundreds of years. See.

Not to mention Veronica, even he himself secretly cherishes talents, but unfortunately, he is a Cruz man. The genius of the Cruz people is his enemy.

Mephisto's expression was cold, but the sword in his hand was a little faster.

At this time, in Brando's mind, Otales just yawned sleepily, and then she said: "Quick, little guy, give control of your body to me, big sister, you can't deal with this guy."

"Is it okay?" Brando's mind was as fast as lightning.

"There's a problem. There's definitely a big gap in level between you and him, but at least you're not helpless to fight back."

"I mean, is it okay to use this method forcefully? Lady Ortales, didn't you say that this is not the correct way to use the Holy Seal?"

"Of course, I've had a rest for a month or two since last time. It won't be a big problem if it lasts for ten minutes." Otales replied with some pride,

She hummed again: "Why, do you look down on your sister?"

"That's not true, Lord Otales," Brando replied. He just thought that this time he was in the main material world after all, but when he thought that he had saved himself once in Bucci Otales, he was filled with confusion. Relieved: "You come."

The exchange of thoughts between the two parties was completed in an instant, and Mephisto's sword had just hit the blade of the Earth Sword in Brando's hand.

But in fact, it was not him who controlled Brando's body at this time.

And at that moment, Ortales struck out three swords in a row - the sword of the earth turned into a black shadow in her hands, hitting, pressing, and pressing. Because the speed was so fast, it seemed to outsiders that it was the earth. The sword Harangia split into three in an instant and made contact with Mephisto's giant sword.

‘Ding——’, the three sword strikes turned into the same metal trembling sound.

Then Otales took advantage of the situation and retreated, unscathed and out of the range of the Gray Sword Master's sword. At this time, only a few seconds had passed since the two of them fought.

There was a silent silence in Sakon.

Those young people were stunned, not to mention the nobles from the Eruin envoy in the distance. They seemed to have only reacted at this time and realized what they had seen before.

Is that young man really from Eruin?

Are the two guys still performing mortal swordsmanship?

Although those nobles were unworthy, they still had some ability to join this envoy, especially since Roberon was from a prominent family and his natural knowledge was quite extraordinary. He took a deep breath and realized something immediately - that young man was probably Eruin's most outstanding genius in the past three centuries, and he must not be buried in that guy of unknown origin in such an unexplained way.

Although Brando just called out the name of Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles, there are many people with the same name in this world. Besides, Gray Sword Saint has disappeared for so many years. It is normal for Robbern to not think of the identity of the other party. of.

But at this moment, he suddenly ran out and shouted: "Sir, wait a minute, he is not Crewe..."

He originally wanted to prove that Brando was not a Cruz, but he didn't expect that before he finished speaking, the sword master who suddenly took back the giant sword and put it on his shoulder had already spoken.

Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles raised his eyebrows and looked at Brando with interest; he didn't even look at the wide and fat Earl Robron who was yelling at the side, but interrupted the guy's speech. Brando said: "What a flash sword, a descendant of Gilt, young man - Cruz's palace secret swordsmanship is now in your hands, what else do you have to say?"

As soon as he said these words, the Eruin envoy over there immediately dropped their jaws.

Robron stared at the young man in stunned silence, his mind going blank for a moment - Cruz's palace secret swordsmanship, the Flash Sword, came from the inheritance of the Dragon Clan, but it was more famous than Eruin's White Crow Swordsmanship, which was adapted from the swordsmanship of the Wind Elf Guards. Much more.

If the White Crow Swordsmanship is still out there, then in the history of the Flash Sword, only the direct descendants of Gilt can practice it. It is a swordsmanship that belongs to the Fire King and is one of the prides of the Eagle Empire.

At this time, not to mention the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles, even the wide and fat Eruin nobleman who fought with Brando from the wolf disaster could not help but suspect that this young man Whether the nobleman is a Cruz or not.

Although it seems that Brando is more like an Eruin.

But in fact, except for the blond hair and blue eyes of the descendants of pure-blooded Eagle Knights, most Cruz people are very similar to the Eruin people. After all, the two were born from the same nation centuries ago.

Not to mention that Brando's mother is a Cadrego, and her ancestors are a branch of the Cruz people's aristocracy, so he really doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference.

At this time, Robberon suddenly felt enlightened.

No wonder!

No wonder this young man dared to teach the little princess with a mosaic collar so mercilessly, no wonder he dared to contradict Veronica in person, no wonder he didn't take the golden-maned lion man in his eyes.

Emotions: This young man is originally a Cruz, and he is not an ordinary Cruz. He can flash a sword, which means he is a direct descendant of Gilt, the King of Fire.

Cruz is not like Eruin who has changed dynasties, with the Corcova dynasty replacing the Sifah dynasty. Because of the support of the Temple of Fire, it is natural that the descendants of the King of Fire have always ruled the empire.

Anyway, to sum up the above.

In other words, this young man is not only a Cruz, but also a Cruz royal!

When he thought about how they had dared to aggressively find trouble with a member of the Cruz royal family, Count Roberon couldn't help but want to raise his fat white hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He paused and hurriedly said to Brando with some hesitation: "Mr. Baron, please forgive me. We should not have offended you before -"

He did not dare to directly say that Brando was a Cruz, in order to avoid being offended, but in his opinion, Mephistopheles had recognized Brando's identity, so it actually made no difference whether he spoke or not.

But when he opened his mouth, Otales just glanced here without knowing the truth, but Brando, who had put his soul back into his body at this time, almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it, even if I jumped into the Yellow River this time, I couldn’t clean it up!

"Lord Otales," he couldn't help but be speechless: "You——"

"What?" Otales was slightly startled. She was not an idiot. After hearing Mephisto's strange question and looking at the suspicious attitude of the fat man Robbern, she naturally understood that she might have done something stupid. .

But what she couldn't figure out was that the swordsmanship of the Fire King Gilt was also the swordsmanship of an upright sage. Could it be that the descendants of the Fire King were now in a situation where everyone was shouting for beatings?

But it doesn’t look like it.

"Aren't you a wind elf? Why do you use a flash sword?" Brando asked feebly: "Generally speaking, people will use the swordsmanship they are most accustomed to, right?"

"That's right," Otales replied: "But little guy, this body is your body after all. I practice mostly swordsmanship suitable for women. Gilt's swordsmanship is probably the most suitable. Only when your swordsmanship is improved can you exert 100% of its power."

"In the situation like that just now, sister can only protect herself by using all her strength," she replied in her mind: "Besides, didn't I also use the flashing sword in the Tianming Arena last time?"

Brando almost lost another mouthful of blood. He thought Ortales was an unexpected savior, but he didn't expect what was the worst decision. This was the worst decision.

But he also knew that the female knight herself had no fault, but he couldn't think of such a coincidence no matter how hard he thought about it.

What a coincidence!

But it is meaningless to say anything more now. Even Eruin's envoys present began to doubt his identity. Naturally, those centaurs and tree elves did not have the ability to prove his identity.

At this time, only Kuran, Antitina and Qian knew that he was telling the truth, because they had seen him use the Flash Sword in the underground world.

But then again, can Kuran, Antitina and Akane really be sure? Brando knows that he is also a mystery in their hearts.

What's more, even if the two ladies are willing to testify, the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles may not necessarily believe them at this time. After all, in the eyes of the Sword Master, they are on the same side as him.

Brando glanced over there.

Akane seemed to want to step forward, but was held back by Antitina. This move made Brando breathe a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Qian would be impulsive. Mephistopheles didn't kill him because he was still useful, but he might not be really merciful to others.

In fact, at this time Brando understood that there was only one way left to prove his identity.

That is the silver brooch of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

It is impossible for a real member of the Cruz royal family to pretend to be a member of the Knights of the Eruin royal family.

However, it was obviously not appropriate to display Her Royal Highness the Princess's silver brooch here. Brando looked around and then said to Ortales: "Ms. Ortales, do you have any techniques that can increase the speed?"

"Of course, what?" Otales replied while wary of Mephistopheles.

"Find a way to lure that guy away from here, to a place where no one is around." Brando replied.

"Little guy, you are too whimsical," Otales shook her head: "His absolute power is much greater than yours. I can only make up for it temporarily with my skills. I can't escape-"

"Enough, Gray Sword Saint Mephisto's speed is his weakness," Brando replied firmly: "Although I don't say get rid of him, it is more than enough to lure him away."

"Are you so sure?" The female knight was slightly startled.

Brando thought that if he was not sure, he would not be able to pass the task of the black iron body back then, so he nodded, "Listen to me, Lady Otales, go west from here and lead him there a place."

Ortales hesitated, then nodded.

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