Chapter 29 Liu Aiguo is dead. Liu Aiguo held Liszt in his mouth and gave him a cigarette called "Dragon Tongue", and listened to Liszt's analysis.
"This girl Nanaxi's full name is Xia Xing Nanaxi. She is my teacher. She is the granddaughter of the mainland swordsman Xia Xingbo. She is called a genius girl, and some people also like to call her a witch." Liszt opened the window to avoid entering the room.
It’s all Liu Aiguo’s tobacco smell
"In terms of strength alone, none of our three nobles have such a young genius. I am considered a good player among the younger generation of the Ailong family, but compared with this girl, there is really a big difference."
"It's just a girl, can she really be that powerful?" Liu Aiguo shook his head, expressing disbelief.
"You are so powerful that you can't believe it." Liszt smiled bitterly, "When she fought with you, she used at most half of her strength to match her ability. She could completely cover half of her body with the armor!"
"Let's take a look!" Liu Aiguo said the Minotaur dialect, and the long cigarette ash in his hand fell to the ground.
"What is the true meaning of your combat power?" Liu Aiguo was more interested in this than Nana Xi.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Liszt said lightly, as if he didn't take this advanced skill seriously. Liu Aiguo was slightly moved, but he still shook his head.
"No, I don't know about superpowers"
"No, isn't your flame a superpower?"
"No, at most it's a kind of magic."
"..." Liszt didn't say anything for a long time and the two girls stared at each other for a long time. He finally said, "You are such a monster. You can actually cultivate fighting spirit and magic power at the same time."
Just when Liu Aiguo was about to give up on the true meaning of Zhan Neng, Liszt changed the topic and aroused his interest again.
"However, fortunately you met me. I have put a lot of effort into the true meaning of combat energy, and I have some experience. Although you cannot learn the true meaning of combat energy, I can teach you a method so that you can possess combat energy armor."
Regarding Liu Aiguo, Liszt had no secrets at all and taught him his unique skills.
Liu Aiguo is now at the preliminary level of the fourth level of fighting energy. Compared with a person of the same fighting spirit level who understands the true meaning of fighting energy, it is like the difference between a kilogram of cotton and a kilogram of iron.
Although the weight is equal, the density of the two is too different. Therefore, for the same one kilogram, the volume of cotton has expanded a lot. This is why Liu Aiguo also has green fighting spirit, but he is vulnerable to Nana Xi.
And the battle spirit armor that Liszt taught him was to compress his fighting spirit to the extreme, and finally form a tangible solid, and appear in the state of armor.
The so-called true meaning of combat power is to turn supernatural powers into weapons and combat energy as armor. This is the only way to truly make full use of the full capabilities of both.
With the help of Liszt, Liu Aiguo spent three days and finally compressed his fighting spirit, forming a vague orange shoulder armor that hung on his left shoulder.
This guy has a habit of preconceptions, and he has a comparison attitude. He imitated Nana Xi and also made a shoulder armor with fighting spirit.
Big, one is light green, the other is cup orange
Only then did Liu Aiguo truly realize the difference between him and Nana Xi.
"It doesn't matter. You can't compare to you in terms of fighting spirit, but in terms of strength, you are still terrifying!" Liszt, who often visits us, pointed to the wound on his shoulder and consoled him.
"I will try my best to catch up with that girl Nana Xi!" Liu Aiguo vowed.
"Don't think about her first. Study your opponent tomorrow carefully. This guy is very mysterious and very powerful. You have to be careful." After saying that, Liszt threw a bunch of information to Liu Aiguo.
The man in the information has a very stupid name. With Liszt's energy, "Nameless" could not investigate the details of this nameless person. He only knew that he entered the King's Holy Tower a year ago and had few failures.
It is recorded in the data that Wuming's level is the middle level of the third level of fighting spirit, which is the same as Liszt's level. But according to Liszt, he fought against Wuming. Although he won, it was not easy to win. Wuming seemed to be hiding.
part of strength
No matter what, after entering the 30th floor, Liu Aiguo didn't want to lose again. A month ago, he had vowed to Mo Tao and Niutou that he would successfully climb to the 40th floor in a month. But now he
I have lost two games in a row, especially at the hands of a woman.
it's his shame
As long as he can kill a few blind enemies, he will have information to greatly increase his spiritual power. Every soul of these masters who understand the true meaning of combat power is a great help to him. It is a pity that the opponent in the first battle
It's Liszt, otherwise he would have killed his opponent even if he tried his best to let the virtual fire burst out once.
…
Wuming is a killer. A year ago, because he killed an important member of the military, his superior arranged for him to be in the Holy Tower of Kings.
Although this place is called the Holy Tower, in fact, it has become unholy. It is now full of the corrupt smell of money and power. But Wuming likes it here because this kind of environment is most suitable for people like him.
In the Holy Tower of Kings, he can tease his opponents unscrupulously and then kill them. He likes to enjoy the desperate eyes of these people before they die, just like the pleasure after taking drugs, which makes him unable to stop.
But since the witch Nanasi guarded the 29th floor, his desire has never been satisfied. Very few newcomers can rise to the 30th floor and let him torture and then kill him.
Now the remaining people on the 30th floor are all real masters, and each of them has a considerable background. They are not something that he, a little killer, can do.
As a result, he became tired of this former "holy place". He wanted to go down to the tower, but he was unable to let anyone go. He understood that the organization had put him under house arrest in disguise. After all, he controlled some organizations and could not see anyone.
secret
If his sword wasn't still useful to the organization, it might have been poisoned long ago.
But now the organization has given him another order, asking him to kill a newbie who has just entered the 30th floor.
This order made him so excited that he almost couldn't sleep for several days. In fact, when the novice had just entered the 30th floor, he had already begun to think about how to torture this guy who didn't even understand the true meaning of Zhan Neng, and then enjoy it.
The pain and despair in his eyes before he died
However, the organization said that it must be done cleanly and without anyone noticing. This undoubtedly greatly reduced his interest, but being able to kill people still made him excited for a while.
He looked at the man named Liu Aiguo in front of him and pursed his lips.
"Are you from the black clad group?" The man looked at his black clad and asked thoughtfully.
Wuming did not answer. As a killer, he rarely speaks.
"You have murderous intent in you." That man was very special. He actually noticed the faint murderous intent in himself. Although he tried his best to restrain it, after all, he killed too many people, and a thoughtful person could still see it.
Wuming showed a yellow fighting spirit glove on his right fist to deal with a newcomer who didn't even understand the true meaning of fighting ability. He was too lazy to use his own power.
The man stopped talking and silently pulled out the long knife from his waist. Wuming admitted that the knife was very beautiful, especially the faint murderous aura on it, which made him like it very much.
"The game begins!" After waiting for a long time, the referee finally said this.
He jumped in front of the man, swung out the glove of his right hand, and took his chin. He was confident that he could break the opponent's skull with one punch.
But Liu Aiguo's actions surprised him. The novice actually showed off a fighting spirit shoulder armor on his shoulder. Although the color of the shoulder armor is ridiculous, there is no doubt that this move is effective. The opponent ducked and blocked it with the shoulder armor.
dropped his punch
"Huhu, it seems to have some effect." The novice touched the shoulder armor with several cracks and said calmly.
Wuming felt a little angry. This newbie actually used himself to test the battle energy armor he had just learned.
But Wuming's expression was still as plain as water, like a zombie without emotions. He punched Liu Aiguo again, this time on his chest.
"Beng Zi Jue!" The opponent waved the knife across his chest and sneered Wuming. He punched faster. The originally yellow glove suddenly turned into light blue.
A tearing pain spread through Liu Aiguo's heart like a falling rose. His heart was torn apart by a punch.
"You, you..." As he spoke, he spit out a large mouthful of blood and slowly fell backwards. At this time, the referee ran over and tried the novice's breathing with his hand. After 10 seconds of silence, he raised his hand.
, declare the person dead
Wuming sneered twice, leaned over and picked up the long knife that had been restored to bright silver from the ground, put it in his hand and played with it
This knife is very strange. In the opponent's hand, it can turn black and red. It seems to have a kind of fire power. He wants to take it back and study it.
"You did a good job." In the lounge, a man wrapped in black clothes and wearing a mask said to him coldly, "The organization will reward you."
"Master God Envoy" Wuming had long been accustomed to his tone, and he bowed his noble head to this man, "Wuming didn't dare to ask for rewards, I just hope that the organization can let me out of the tower. One year has passed, and I think the wind has spread outside.
It’s calm”
"Yes." The other party's words made Wuming secretly happy. "Your request is not worth mentioning to the organization. You can leave the tower in a while."
"Thank you, Lord God Envoy!" Wuming was ecstatic, completely contrary to the calmness of a killer. Although the environment in the King's Holy Tower was very good, to him, it was undoubtedly a luxurious cage. He was tired of it and began to
Yearning for the outside world, yearning for freedom
"Wu Ming will always be loyal to the black regiment, and is willing to follow the regiment leader and become a qualified sword."
"Very good..." The man in black, who was called the Divine Envoy, nodded. He stretched out his hand and took out something from the space bag.
"You have always been loyal to the organization. Over the years, you have helped us get rid of many enemies secretly." He said lightly, without any emotion in his voice, like a cold machine.
"A year ago, you risked your life and assassinated the commander of a military department. Your achievements were recognized by Master Tuanzhan. To reward you, he asked me to give you this 'War Qi Pill'."
As he spoke, the man in black opened his palm and showed a white pill.
Wuming was ecstatic when he saw that thing
"Thank you, Lord Divine Envoy! Thank you, Captain! Wuming is deeply grateful to the organization for cultivating Wuming!" Wuming leaned over and knelt down in front of the Divine Envoy, and took the pill with trembling hands.
War Qi Pill, this is a thing that can raise the fighting spirit by one stage (a stage under the true standard of combat energy). It is quite valuable. A crystal worth 100 million has been sold on the black market, but it is also priceless.
It seems that the leader has not given up on himself, he still values himself very much
"Thank you, Lord God Envoy, thank you Lord Captain, Wuming is willing to be loyal to the organization forever, and is even willing to die for the organization!" Wuming said, stuffing the pills into his mouth, and then waited in surprise for the upgrade of fighting spirit.
But two seconds later, Wuming's expression was dull, his smile quickly dissipated, and a thick blue-black color appeared on his face. He fell to the ground without even saying a word.
"Haha, if the organization fulfills your wish, just die for the organization." The envoy smiled sinisterly, waved his hand and put the nameless corpse into his space bag, and then picked up the fallen soul fire sword.
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame that boy. He turned out to be a friend of Elon Liszt, Mr. Elon. No one can afford to offend him..."