Chapter 254 I am a sword saint

Lan Jun's two bright space pupils are gradually fading, and it seems that he did not expect things to develop to this point. He had been slightly upturned, and the corners of his joking lips finally returned to calm, and his face was slightly solemn. Obviously, the genius, like him, finally felt that the magic of his whole body was becoming more and more difficult. But he is still making a final effort.

"Chatter... Fatty, don't waste any more effort. My forbidden magic field has banned all the magic powers here. Although you have learned the nine-level magic, the pupil of space that has been lost for a long time, so what? In this field where even space magic power is prohibited, unless you are a holy magician and can break the rules between heaven and earth, you can only drink hatred on the spot. Didra performed this anti-level magic because of excessive consumption of magic, which made the skin color on his face, which lacked sunlight, paler, and his body was about to fall, but he was not aware of it at all, and his face was full of excitement and madness.

As he said, Lan Jun's 'space pupils' without human feelings finally extinguished like a candle that had lost oxygen, revealing his original eyes. His face is very fat, but his eyes are not as small as many fat people. Instead, his eyes are big and flexible, indescribably beautiful. However, at this moment, he frowned and his eyes were slightly dark. Obviously, he was forced to stop the use of magic, and his body was bit devoured, which was not good at this moment.

He looked at the great swordsman in front of him who tried to control his body but couldn't stop gasping. In a blink of an eye, he looked at Didra, the dark magician who was about to fall in the distance, and suddenly smiled faintly: "You are very good. I underestimated you, especially you. Your name is Didra, right? I didn't expect that you were mediocre, but you could use such profound magic in the forbidden demon field. Even I dare not try to use this magic before reaching the peak of the great magician, but you dare to use it. It's really brave. Hey hey, but unfortunately, it's really sad that you won't have the possibility of winning a better level from now on, and even the possibility of dropping the level.

"Hmm, I naturally know the consequences of doing this. But how can I be pathetic compared with you? At least I can return to the dark parliament and use the strength of the parliament to restore my body and strength, but you can't, because you are going to die here soon. Ah ha ha ha! Hahaha..." Didra looked up to the sky and smiled, with a happy face.

However, because he laughed too violently, he coughed hard, which was already weak at this moment, and the painful cough was slowly stopped for a long time. After taking a few breaths, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Lan Jun seriously and said, "Oh, by the way, I want to apologize for my previous words, because until now I finally believe that you are a sword saint. Even if you are not his apprentice, at least have a deep relationship, although I don't know why Roland took a magician as an apprentice. . But your magic skills are enough to prove all this. Well... Well... Well... I've had a fight with the strong men of the magic department of your college, and the spells they use are not comparable to yours.

"Thank you for the praise. I like others to praise me, hehe." Lan Jun grinned and smiled with satisfaction, with no consciousness that he was about to die.

"Well, fat man, I really don't know if you are a genius or a fool. Obviously, he is strong, but he has never done it with all his strength, otherwise it will be difficult for me to complete this skill and cover you in it. And now you have no magic, but you don't think about how to get out of trouble. Instead, you are happy with these most useless compliments here, which is really stupid to the extreme. It's really his biggest mistake that Sword Saint Roland would let such an inexperienced and unexperienced genius come out. Hey hey, fat man, your death will be the biggest loss to the college..."

As Didra's words fell, Mondrey in front of him also raised the tip of the sword at the same time. Obviously, the scene he should have finished speaking, and then there was nothing to say. Since there is nothing to say, as a hostile camp, the next thing they can do is to kill. However, his fighting spirit just rose, but he was shocked by Lan Jun's words...

"Hahaha, old man, who is the fool? Since I am the key protection genius in the college, the sixth apprentice of the dean, do you think I will come here alone? My breath has been isolated by your forbidden demon field for so long, but you haven't done anything for a long time. Instead, you talk so much nonsense. Now there is no chance. My master's old man is coming..." Lan Jun laughed and said, and then looked up at the sky as if he felt something.

"What? Is the sword saint Roland also here?!" Didra's face changed wildly.

Mondrey, the great swordsman who was ready to kill Lan Jun on the spot, suddenly stopped moving forward and looked at the sky nervously. Although he himself knows that if Roland, the strongest martial arts man, comes, no matter how vigilant he is, it won't help him to make much preparation in advance. But no one would want to sit and wait for death, so even if he was scared and sweating by Roland's name, he still held the dark short blade in his hand tightly and his whole body was running vigorously. Although Didra also wanted to do something, his whole body had no magic, and he was exhausted to the extreme. He was about to fall down, and he could only be desperate at this moment. Looking at the sky.

However, five seconds passed, and nothing happened... Ten seconds passed, and the legendary character still did not come. Didera's desperate little eyes came back to her senses and couldn't help squinting? Mondrey's face twitched a few times, and he also thought of a possibility. Next, Lan Jun's sudden shocking laughter finally confirmed their guess...

"Haha, that's so funny. At least you two are practitioners who have experienced so many storms and waves that you can even believe this kind of nonsense? What kind of person is my master? How can his apprentice accompany him in person when he practices outside? He hasn't left the college for nearly ten years, and how can he come here? Hahahaha, I don't even believe this lie, but you believe it. It's really hard to imagine how such a stupid person like you can live to this day, hahahaha..." Lan Jun suddenly held his big belly and laughed crazily. His mouth was already big and became more because he laughed too exaggeratedly. The huge saliva in the mouth that sticks between the upper and lower teeth can be clearly seen. Although it is a little disgusting, it is not scary, but a little funny. It's just that Lance, who is standing next to the castle and hiding, can't stand it slightly. I really can't figure out where so many bad interests came from this fat man, and he can laugh like this because of this...

Lan Jun smiled happily, but as the person who was laughed at, the two dark practitioners could not be happy anyway. They were really humiliated today. First, he was forcibly covered by this fat man with his high magical talent to cover the fantasy magic "Everlasting Night"; and he was burned like a dog by his powerful nine-level magic "Yang Yan's Wrath"; with the advantage of space magic rune, he hid the swordsman Mondrey first, but he did not expect that the other party's achievements in space magic were even higher. At the extreme, pretending not to know the assassination and joint attack designed by the two of them, and just play with themselves as fools. Now, although they are trapped in a cage, they still dare to speak unscrupulously and make fun of them. Even if ordinary people are treated like this, they absolutely can't stand it, not to mention that the two murders and have a bad temper. The dark apostle who is tyrannical and often kills...

However, before they took action, Lan Jun's crazy laughter suddenly stopped. He held his knees and straightened his sore waist with a smile. He looked up at the two people in front of him and said expressionlessly, "Well, in fact, there is nothing funny. Two boring people, I won't play with you..." With that, Lan Jun stretched out his hand and pulled out a dark golden sword from behind. It's the one Mondrey used before.

"Do you want to play any more tricks? I won't give you another chance, little fat man. You have to die now. Seeing that his beloved sword was grabbed by the dirty, seemingly oily pig's hand and pointed it at him with the tip of his sword, Mondrey's anger finally calmed down, because he knew that the fat man in front of him was about to die. So he doesn't want to be influenced by the other party any more, and he doesn't want to listen to any nonsense. Simple arms raised, and the short blade in his hand has been filled with the dark silver fighting spirit that kills people...

"Huh, don't you understand? Why didn't I show any worry after falling into this nine-level magic? Because you seem to have forgotten the most important problem, that is, I am a sword saint..." Lan Jun said slowly. Sword saint Roland is known as the first martial arts person in the world. What he remembers most in the world is not his identity as the dean of his college, but his world-do realm and fighting spirit cultivation. So as his proud disciple, of course, Lan Jun's most worthy of praise is not how high his magical talent is and how deep his magic is, but that since he has been accepted as a sword saint and has now gone out and walked around the world, then he is naturally a terrible swordsman.

Mondrey figured this out, and then he saw a pair of fierce eyes full of martial arts pressure tightly locking himself, and then a huge deep silver fighting spirit was killed with suffocating horrible pressure...