I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 322 My Brother Cannot Be Surpassed!

"You have a new short message, please pay attention to check it!"

A soft female voice alert sounded, and a message came from the mana communicator on the table.

The steel finger tapped the screen of the communicator, and Lan Shaoqing glanced at the message, with a few contemptuous smiles on the corner of his mouth, and said:
"Participate in the first floor of the tower? Hahaha! Just such a guy, how can he still grab a woman from my brother? Then he participated in the first floor of the tower? Is the trade union blind and accept him as a scumbag? ? The rumored moisture is really big enough? Hehehe, waste my eyes!"

He shook his right hand with the modified arm heavily, feeling the powerful force from the modified arm.

Lan Shaoqing closed his eyes, fell into the illusion of the tower for an instant, and began to attack the higher floors of the tower, thinking in his heart that it would be best to break through the No.40 floor.

Participated in the eighth floor of tower No.30.

Lan Shaoqing looked at his opponent, his head was a little dazed, and he thought to himself: "Who is this person? He even holds two swords. Do you think you can win if you hold more swords? It's so funny! See me wiped out... "

Oh!

A flash of white lightning rushed in front of Lan Shaoqing in an instant, directly hit his abdomen, and burned a large piece of fleshy scorched fragrance there.

Lan Shaoqing looked down, his abdomen was almost burned by the white lightning, and then the pain spread from his body to his brain, and then he fell to the ground with a thud, with the white lightning arc still flashing on his body.

"Wind and white thunder?"

Lan Shaoqing suddenly opened his eyes, shocked in his heart, and whispered uncertainly.

"It stands to reason that the opponents that appear in the illusion of the tower training should be people I have seen, or who I regard as opponents, but I don't seem to have any impression of that guy just now."

Recalling the blow that brought him burning pain, Lan Shaoqing wanted to scold the street, secretly said:
"He can flow wind and white thunder! Lightning method? Lightning control technique? If this person holds a sword, then what he uses should not be the thunder technique exclusive to thunder magicians, but the special talent-lightning control technique."

Thinking about some basic information about the Lightning Control Technique, Lan Shaoqing murmured to himself:

"There are five kinds of lightning control techniques in the present world, namely purple lightning cloud thunder, golden light sky thunder, black air evil thunder, green thunder and Liufeng Bailei. Although Liufeng Bailei is not the most powerful, its speed is the fastest Swift."

As he spoke, a beautiful image appeared in Lan Shaoqing's mind.

He thought of the good times in the college again, especially Su Yi, a beautiful woman who taught the course "Basic Theory of Talent and Special Talent".

But these are just, a lightning-like miniature in his mind, and then disappeared like a fish swimming in the bottom of the water.

Thinking of the burning pain in his abdomen again, Lan Shaoqing couldn't help thinking:
"Who the hell is it? He's going to be in vain! If I've ever met such a person, I won't be able to forget it!"

The fingers of Lan Shaoqing's modified arm were clenched tightly and then loosened, clenched and then loosened, and there was a clicking sound.

After a short pause, he closed his cold eyes in the pitch black again, and instantly sank into the mirage.

Mirage No.30 has eight floors.

That figure reappeared, but he only held a sword in his hand and stood with his back, like an expert from outside the world.

Lan Shaoqing said with a blank face: "The guy who pretends to beep! See if I can't be destroyed..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the sword light that made his scalp numb.

It would be okay if there were only one or two sword lights, but hundreds of sword lights swarmed like a hurricane, and everyone would feel dizzy.

With just one breath, Lan Shaoqing's figure was torn into pieces by the sword light, turning into countless fragments and scattered on the land in the illusion.

In the cubicle, above the small bed.

Lan Shaoqing was obviously disgusted, cursed and said, "Who the hell is this? You are so handsome and I don't know?"

Suddenly, Lan Shaoqing thought of a certain possibility, then shook his head and said with a sneer:

"Am I crazy? I wondered if it was that guy! How could it be him? How could it be possible for a vegetable dregs who have only passed the first floor of the tower to participate in the training?"

Whoosh!

Taking a few deep breaths, Lan Shaoqing suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Calm down and calm down, your mood gradually calms down.

After a long time, he looked up at the few books on the small table, remembered those inspiring stories, closed his eyes again, and entered the illusion of the tower.

Mirage No.30 has eight floors.

Lan Shaoqing saw a yellow-haired leopard with a strong body and grass on its head.

With a sneer, he shouted loudly: "Iron will, iron fist!"

Lan Shaoqing seemed to want to vent all his depression on the yellow-haired leopard with grass on his head, and directly activated the first martial skill "Iron Arm God Fist" attached to the modified arm.

As he punched out, the air exploded with a bang, and the energy of the punch reached the leopard in an instant.

The yellow-haired leopard was also nimble, it slammed its front legs on the ground and kicked its hind legs vigorously. Shaoqing attacked.

Lan Shaoqing smiled wickedly.

He naturally knows that the weakness of Iron Arm God Fist is that it is too slow, but he also knows that this move is very powerful. In order to avoid this punch, the leopard will definitely dodge, and the leopard's route of advancing or retreating is within him. in the mind.

In the hand of the bronze-colored left arm, a long sword was gripped impressively, and he stepped out suddenly with a speed as fast as lightning.

With a puff, the long sword entered his body, and bright red blood splashed all over Lan Shaoqing's body, staining his blue coat with patches of livid purple.

The yellow-haired leopard screamed a few times, and its sturdy figure turned into gray fragments, disappearing into the illusion of the training tower.

Lan Shaoqing closed his eyes, absorbing some gray fragments that did not disappear immediately, his cultivation seemed to have improved, and his understanding of martial arts and exercises seemed to have increased.

These gray fragments that did not disappear immediately were different from those talent fragments or special talent fragments absorbed by Lu Shan. They were just the product of magic energy after transforming, containing a small amount of magic energy or cultivation perception.

After only three breaths, in the hallucination of the participating tower, the eighth floor of No.30 became chaotic, as if there was nothing inside.

Lan Shaoqing also disappeared in it, and then he appeared on the ninth floor of Mirage No.30.

Looking at the lonely and independent figure on the top of the mountain and the cliff in front of him, Lan Shaoqing's eyes were startled, and he shouted unconsciously: "Brother!"

call out!
As soon as he finished shouting, he only heard a sound of piercing through the air, and then his figure disappeared into the illusion.

Lan Shaoqing opened his dark eyes, widened in disbelief, and muttered to himself:
"It turns out that my brother is also one of my goals. Maybe it's better to describe it as an idol. Not to mention the me after the broken arm, even the me before the broken arm, there is no possibility of surpassing my brother! How can it be possible to surpass my brother? !"

Lan Shaoqing muttered in a low voice, as if a little dazed.

In the cubicle, his whisper echoed: "How could it be possible to surpass my brother?"

In the cubicle, his whisper echoed: "I can't surpass my brother!"

(End of this chapter)