Back at the inn, Caesar lay on his back on the soft bed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info He looked at the gray ceiling in front of him, thinking back to the bits and pieces of this day, the magic academy, the auction house, the auction, the Holy Rank fighting skills, this was the first day he came to Virgina, and just now, he had made his first friend here.

Caesar smiled to himself at the ceiling, and slowly, the corners of his mouth slowly drooped, returning to his former horizon calm. He stared blankly, but he didn't know what was going on in his head.

The beautiful face that appeared in front of her today was so similar to her in front of her in the past. Caesar probably knew about her existence, but he didn't expect that he would meet her on the first day he came here. I have to say, this is fate, and you can't hide from it.

Trying to clear his mind, he took out the biggest gain of the day - the brocade box containing the Nine Heavens Thunder Fighting Technique.

Looking at the gorgeous brocade box engraved with the unique badge of the Lint Auction House, the soft touch unique to high-end silk comes from the fingertips, and the silver thread is engraved with intricate patterns, which embellishment the brocade box with a hint of mystery.

This box should sell for a good price!

Caesar thought unconsciously.

On his first day in Virgina, the prosperous imperial capital made him realize the importance of money here. There's nothing money can't buy in Virgina, and if you do, it just means you don't have enough money.

Carefully opening the brocade box, a scroll that was so simple that it even looked a little worn appeared in front of me.

When Caesar saw this scroll for the first time, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, this throbbing seemed to suddenly rise from the bottom of his heart, it was a kind of familiarity, a kind of memory that seemed to come from a past life.

At this moment he seemed to be no longer himself, and he fell into a strange emotion, a sense of identity that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

Caesar stroked the fighting technique, he watched his movements, his consciousness seemed to rise into the air, he could no longer control his limbs, everything seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, the world seemed to be moving away.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and an endless stream of pure white poured into his pupils.

This is a world of the whitest and purest of all.

Caesar looked around, and there was nothing in the white world.

He knew very well that he must have fallen into a certain space of spiritual consciousness, which was the most original place of life, and the distinction between higher and lower beings often stemmed from the generation of self-consciousness, and this is the source of consciousness.

Only those who step into the Holy Steps can get a first glimpse of this space, and what Caesar knows more about it is the broken memories inherited from Odelisis, the Lord of Thunder and Fire.

The question is, whose mental space is this?

In this space, time does not exist, and space itself is ethereal, and the key lies only in consciousness itself. Caesar wandered aimlessly, thinking of a way to get out of here.

It seems that there is another mystery on this scroll, and the meaning of its existence may not be the Nine Heavens Thunder Fighting Technique itself, this space may be its true value.

So whether the people who owned it before knew about the existence of this space?

Gradually, Caesar felt that something had changed in the white, mysterious space, but he couldn't tell. Here, his attention seemed to be unable to concentrate, his consciousness wandering, and he felt like a dream.

Caesar bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to brace himself and concentrate.

At this time, he realized that he didn't know when, there was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in front of him. The middle-aged man wore a mantle, his long silver-white hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his resolute and cold face was a little more sloppy against the background of the scum.

The man's eyes were closed, Caesar couldn't feel any breath from him, he was completely integrated with the space, he seemed to be there, and he seemed to be just a phant.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly broke away. The sword eyebrows pointed to the sky, and bursts of thunder seemed to flicker in the blazing purple pupils, and the sea of lightning swirled in the eyes. Caesar, who looked at him, saw a kind of wildness in it, that is, a kind of domineering self-esteem.

Caesar's heart trembled, and his mental power was shaken.

In a trance, he seemed to feel a sense of familiarity from the middle-aged man's body.

And at this moment, the middle-aged man put his hand on the ground and suddenly jumped up. Between the flips of his hand, a long sword formed by the convergence of purple electric light appeared in his hand, and as soon as he held the hilt, the momentum of who else was better.

A middle-aged man holding a long sword in mid-air turned over and came towards Caesar.

Caesar was stunned for a moment, and when he looked around, he saw that there was also a sword made of white light on the ground beside him.

He turned and drew his sword, then danced his lightsaber in the air in a graceful arc, and once again turned to point directly at the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, Caesar found that in this space, his Flame Fighting Qi was completely unusable, and the only thing that could be used was the Thunder Attribute Hell Thunder Fighting Qi that stayed at the Great Swordsman level.

The two swords collided, and the light splashed ripples, and the entire space set off circles and circles.

Caesar didn't know that the flame's fighting spirit could not be used, so he hurriedly collected half a point and withdrew after taking advantage of the opponent's attack.

In the first meeting, he fell behind.

Falling from the sky, Caesar touched the ground on one knee and looked up: long silver-white hair fluttering, elongated purple electric light in his eyes, sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and the figure walked towards him step by step.

Standing up and clenching the white sword in his hand again, Caesar swung the sword and smacked his lips. The sword didn't feel the slightest weight in his hand, and he really wasn't used to it.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and waved his sword, and a thunderbolt was like a dragon and a snake, but it moved like thunder, and it came to Caesar's eyes in an instant.

Caesar's sword was connected to lightning, and purple light flashed from the sword's body, burrowing into his body along the long sword.

It stands to reason that Caesar's Hellthunder comes from the dragon king Odelisis, and it should be the highest level of thunder in itself, and it should not be afraid or even able to devour any thunder and lightning. But this thunder and lightning from the middle-aged man entered his body, which actually made him feel a tingling pain, and the paralysis instantly spread throughout his body.

Caesar shook his body, looked up to the sky and roared, and he shouted:

"Cool!"

A backhand sword is also thrown out with a thunderbolt.

The middle-aged man was still approaching Caesar step by step, and in the face of the oncoming lightning, he only stretched out his left hand, and grabbed Caesar's prison thunder in his hand like a small water snake.

With a pinch of five fingers, the electric light was easily crushed.

"Awesome!"

Caesar gasped, this person's thunder attribute fighting qi was definitely above the holy rank, and his own only great swordsman-level hell thunder fighting qi naturally couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

However, this did not affect his fighting spirit in the slightest.

The next moment, instead of retreating, Caesar, who was high-spirited, pointed his toes on the ground, set off lightning and thunder, and took the initiative to pounce on the middle-aged man who was walking step by step.

In an instant, the sword light flickered, coming and going as if intertwined with a large net full of stars, and like the glow of the sun, the color changed.

Between the swords-to-sword clashes, everything seems to be slow, slow.

Between the thunder and lightning, Caesar felt little by little the hearty paralyzing sensation, a feeling that could not be achieved on paper.

His perception of thunder and lightning is being sublimated, not an impression of "on paper" but a shock of one move and one formula.

Lightning thundered, thunder roared.

The figures of the two were as fast as lightning, and the traces between the sword moves had long been invisible, and only the light could catch up with the two of them, rising happily.

As the lightning faded, Caesar struggled to overcome the gap between absolute strength, and he gradually began to lose track of the other party's pace. From the evenly matched gradually fell into the downwind.

Hurriedly fending off the roaring attack, Caesar was embarrassed, but the more he fought, the more he fought.

The two of them dodged at the same time, turned around at the same time, and swung their swords at the same time, and two thunderbolts shone across the sky.

"Boom!"

All the movement was calm again, and all the turmoil was gone.

Caesar looked at the long sword that passed through his chest, and then looked up at the expressionless face, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

When Caesar awoke, he was still lying on the soft bed of the inn, holding the more mysterious scroll of fighting skills in his hand.

That man...... Could it be Leodani? The legendary Thunder Swordmaster, Leodani?

Caesar couldn't get an answer, but he felt that if he could cultivate the thunder attribute fighting qi to such a realm, it should be eight or nine without leaving ten.

Thinking about it, Caesar suddenly found that a mysterious lightning imprint appeared in his mental space, and it was the breath in that pure white space that overflowed from time to time.

Transferred from the scroll to my mental space?

Caesar didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse, but after a closer look, his prison thunder fighting spirit was faintly showing signs of a breakthrough. The effect of personally experiencing the battle in this way is naturally far stronger than cultivating the fighting skills from the text, and the operation mode of the fighting qi in the fighting qi meridians has been silently understood in the battle. From this point on, this fighting skill has lost its value to him. All he needs is a way to improve his level, as for the skills of fighting, the knowledge obtained from the dragon king is like a sea, and the rest only needs to be carefully pondered and honed in actual combat.

It's just that now the brand has lost its movement, and no matter how Caesar stimulates it, there is no reaction. He didn't know when he would be able to enter the space again.

"But in this way, you don't even need to copy it, just give the fighting skills to Aode. ”

Caesar suddenly thought.