Alberton raised his head and was slightly startled.
Brando had taken advantage of this moment of confusion to jump up from the rubble. His figure was like a tall shadow, leaving discontinuous afterimages behind him, as if in an instant,
The distance of more than ten meters has passed by in one go.
Alberton immediately discovered that the opponent's forward trajectory could not be captured - the ten-fold burst of charge speed gave Brando 44 levels of dexterity at this moment. He was like the wind, or just a gust of wind; his whole body was covered with a layer of pure white.
The armored undead knight had just turned around - but Brando was already behind it.
Alberton had already guessed that this was a terrifying speed burst technique. In fact, he had seen it once at the beginning of the battle. But now that he experienced it personally, it was different.
This young man is not simple.
The pale fangs of the 'White Knight' were unsheathed in an instant, and it instinctively moved its backhand behind its back, grabbing the elf sword in Brando's hand with a loud blow.
This sword has broken away from the scope of swordsmanship.
Both sides are fighting with experience.
But Brando missed a blow and turned back. He still had one second. Like a ghost, he bypassed Alberton's sight and stabbed the white knight's left chest with a sword from the left.
But Alberton immediately returned his sword and swept away Brando's sword edge without any flaw——
"It's so difficult." Brando, who was covered in wounds, gritted his teeth.
But this time it was the undead knight's turn to change his expression. He suddenly felt that Brando was divided into two, one on the left and one on the right, forming a flanking attack on him - what is this, projection? Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts?
Alberton felt the threat from behind, and immediately looked back and struck a sword, but he also immediately saw a gargoyle split into two halves under his sword, and then rolled away far away.
That moment was like an infinitely stretched slow motion. In the fire of the soul burning in its eyes, the scattered gargoyles slowly decomposed and disintegrated in the air, but the undead knight immediately felt something bad in his heart.
.
Brando has drawn his sword on the other side. This is his last sword in the explosive state of charge - burst of power, white crow swordsmanship.
But at this moment, the 'White Knight' Alberton lowered his sword, and the nightmare horse he sat on suddenly collapsed with all four hooves outwards, killing him instantly - and then a huge force that no one could resist was sent outwards.
The force instantly pushed Brando out of mid-air with his sword, and he was not allowed to resist at all.
Wall of Will!
Although Brando expected that Alberton must have learned the halo tactics of the Sun Knight's Egwenson as a high-level knight during his lifetime, he still had a trace of luck, but Alberton's reaction at this moment pushed him away.
Heading towards the bottom of the valley. He couldn't miss the opportunity. He made a sudden move and took seven or eight steps back. After stopping, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward again.
‘White Knight’ Alberton just stood up from the ground at this moment, but this gap was enough for him to fight back.
It threw its pure white cloak back, strode forward and raised its pale teeth indifferently, "bang, bang, bang" and exchanged swords with Brando three times. Each blow made Brando's steps unsteady.
The young man retreated continuously, feeling a sharp pain in his chest and almost wanting to cough up blood.
At this moment, Leto and Mano finally escaped from the entanglement of the skeleton soldiers. When they saw what was happening here, they immediately turned their horses and rushed towards this side——
"Eruin."
Alberton watched indifferently as Brando's defense line was almost in disarray, and raised his sword for the last time. The pale flame in his eyes was as cold as ice and almost solidified:
"Too old."
A sword thrust out.
But Brando showed a smile at this moment. He let go of the Elf Sword with his left hand, raised it and pressed it against Alberton's pale teeth——
The bast leather glove initially emitted a circle of blue light, but was pierced in an instant.
The smile on Brando's face faded, and he pressed his sword down with a calm expression - the protective gloves on his hands instantly burned due to the overload of magic power.
But the sword still pointed downward, leaving a bloody gash on his palm. Then he bit open the chain armor on his body, and the broken metal ring fell like smooth wood that had been cut, and the snake-like sword drilled through again in an instant.
into the young man's belly.
The blood was as dazzling as aged red wine——
But what Alberton saw at this moment was not victory.
What it saw was that Brando used his bloody left hand to hold his right hand, which was only a skeleton. Slowly but powerfully - he kept the pale teeth piercing. Then he raised the elf sword in his right hand.
In the eyes of the undead knight burning with frost-colored flames, what was also reflected was a sword burning with blazing pure silver holy flames.
'The sword is born from the light, chilling the courage of all enemies'
The sword was engraved with this elf text——
Then.
A sword moves forward.
Alberton stretched out his left hand to block, but the pure fire on the sword burned through his bony palm in an instant, and then passed out from the other end and inserted into its chest.
The two swords connected the two knights.
At that moment there was only the sound of cold wind blowing through the valley.
…
"I said," Brando replied weakly: "Old guy, you missed one thing..."
"You think you won, young man?" Alberton said coldly, his voice hoarse and low, as if coming from another world.
It felt as if its chest was burning, and the pain was like torture, but Alberton knew that it was not a fatal injury to it. Of course, a long period of rest after this battle was inevitable.
.
"No, it's just..."
"Although Eruin is old..."
"But there are still people who love it."
Brando couldn't help but exhaled with difficulty. The 'White Knight' was waiting for this opportunity.
The two of them drew their swords at the same time and attacked again. The young man leaned to the left and allowed Alberton's sword to bite into his right lung. But at the same time, the elf sword he raised high also made the undead knight's whole body hurt.
Only his left arm flew far away.
Then they both stepped away at the same time.
Brando immediately fell to his knees on the ground and coughed loudly. He felt that his lungs hurt like fire. He had never experienced such a scene in the game - but he had experienced it once in Butchi.
The talent of 'Unyielding' has been activated, and he endured waves of pain and stood up with his sword on the ground.
But Alberton had already stood up first, and his injuries were much lighter than Brando's. Although he was amazed by the young man's resilience and unyielding confidence, in comparison, at this moment, the undead knight was even more
Need to win.
It swayed a little in the gravel. After losing its left hand, it was a little difficult to maintain its balance, but compared to Brando who stood up and immediately knelt down, it was much better.
Alberton glanced to the left - Leto and Mano were still a hair away from entering the battlefield. So it seized the opportunity to raise the White Fang and rushed towards Brando again.
But this time it suddenly saw a golden light flashing on the top of the mountain.
That's not an illusion.
Almost everyone who raised their head and looked at this side saw the golden-red, dazzling light. One end of it shot out from the ring in Freya's hand, and the other end pierced straight towards the 'White Knight' Alberton.
But to Alberton himself, it was completely different. What he saw was not a straight line at all, but a rolling fireball.
Because the speed is too fast, the afterimage left in the dark night gives people the illusion of seeing a golden and red line of fire——
"Flame——!" Then Freya's bright scolding voice sounded in the valley.
Alberton immediately raised his sword, but it was still a little late. The flame hit the tip of his sword, and in an instant it exploded and expanded into a ball of fire. The air wave expanded beyond the flame - at first it was a wave visible to the naked eye.
The shock wave spread rapidly along the ground of the entire valley in an instant, everyone's hair was raised back in an instant, fir trees fell down, and needles flew into the night sky.
Then countless gravels washed past under the hooves of Leto and Mano's horses in the distance, shocking these beasts to stand tall with a roar.
But the flash of fire only existed in everyone's eyes for a moment, and then all the light sources dimmed, as if the entire night had become darker. People couldn't help but turn around, feeling that they couldn't see their fingers around them.
But only Brando, who was blown out by the shock wave and lying on the ground, could see the 'White Knight' Alberton half-kneeling on the ground behind the vast smoke not far away.
The undead knight remained motionless.
Brando knew that he first took a 30-damage wind bullet, then two of his own swords, which caused at least 140 damage, and then a 45-damage fireball. No matter how powerful this guy was, he should still stand now.
Can't get up.
He couldn't help but touch his forehead, he couldn't believe that he actually won like this. However, Freya's fireball almost blew him up half to death. Fortunately, he had the legendary Xiaoqiang talent of 'Unyielding'.
Brando couldn't help but laugh. He said that Alberton made a mistake because he expected that the other party would not know that he had such a big secret.
He looked at the other person, wondering what the former Eruin hero was thinking with his head lowered at this moment——
Are you thinking that it will fail like this?
Or are you reminiscing about past honors?
Brando thought for a while, couldn't help coughing and was about to sit up from the ground, but heard a crashing sound behind him. He turned around and saw Freya and Charles sliding down the hillside with nervous expressions on their faces.
Come down.
"Brando!" The pony-tailed girl saw the young man lying on the ground. At that moment, all thoughts in her mind were thrown out of her mind. She only had one thought, which was to rush up to support him and asked cautiously: "Brando!"
Duo, you, are you okay?"
Brando was about to answer, but his heart moved and he lay back down.
"Freya, is that you?" He suddenly coughed and asked weakly while lying on the ground.
"Yes, it's me, you...can't you see me?" Freya saw that Brando was covered with injuries, especially the wounds on his chest and lower abdomen that were bleeding out, and she couldn't help but for a moment.
Somewhat at a loss, he looked like he was about to cry: "Brando, please stop talking, I, I will bandage you..."
"Freya, no need, I have something to ask you to help me with."
"What, what's the matter?" Freya couldn't help but panic when she heard such words, and her heart tightened subconsciously.
"Let me think about it... why don't you kiss me first?"
"Eh, ah... ah?" There were still tears hanging from the corners of Freya's eyes, but she couldn't help but be startled when she heard this strange request.
Seeing the serious look on the ponytail girl's face, Brando finally couldn't help but laugh. He hurriedly sat up with difficulty and replied: "I'm just kidding, Freya, I mean, please help me stand up."
——”
"You, your injury, Brando, please don't move! Don't be like this... I, I will just kiss you." Freya was so confused that she thought Brando was angry with her and couldn't help it.
He lowered his head and said loudly with a red face.
Brando was startled, then realized that he had gone too far. He quickly explained: "Freya, I'm really fine."
"How can it be!"
"I'm not just a knight, I'm a wizard, you know-" Brando didn't expect that Freya didn't believe him at all, so she deceived her in a good way.
"You, are you really okay?"
"certainly."
As if to show that he was indeed fine, Brando gritted his teeth and endured the pain while posing like "I am very healthy", and then went to get the No. 9 holy water in his backpack with a cold sweat on his face.
But Freya looked at him blankly, her face first turned from red and hot to white, and then turned red again. Then she bit her lip, then lowered her head and slowly clenched her fists.
