The scene of Dalaran's death was mapped back to Yarlin's consciousness. He naturally saw the murderer's fierce face clearly. In fact, the Blackbeard group didn't have two minutes before and after they came out and left the scene. Heartbroken and ruthless, Yarlin didn't expect that Dalaran could hardly even say a last word. His head was shattered into dregs, and he died thoroughly.
The sixth apostle, die!
From the appearance of Ace, to the end of a fierce fight, Blackbeard brazenly appeared on the stage of "killing and overtaking", then to Vincent Mok Nitch's strange appearance and his weird act of picking up corpses, None of the subsequent changes in this series are in Yarlin's preset script.
"It's a simple hunt and kill and clean up a few mice. I really didn't expect to pull out such a big drama having ups and downs." Yarlin expression indifferent swept Dala Ran's corpse, and then pursed his lips.
The air filled with mirror ripples, and the body of Sanjishi was sent out and fell quietly at Yarlin's feet. His eyes were like vultures staring at the prey, icily said: "Brothers? But your eyes tell me that you didn't help to condense the corpse for the sake of brother. Tell me what's special about this corpse?"
There was a haze flashing in the depths of Nizhi's eyes, and he was careless. He scanned the corpse exposed by the mirror, and cursed in his heart: "Like the guy who controls the blood, the ability to manipulate the mirror feels very tricky and weird!"
Master father's command It cannot be violated, Sanji's body must be taken back intact.
"You misunderstood, although I hate this younger brother, but since the man is dead, the body must be taken back to the father for the last look. This belongs to the son's filial piety!" Niche was serious Explained.
"Then why is the blood taken from my subordinate's corpse?" Yarlin grinned, asking indifferent expression.
"After all, he killed my trash-like younger brother, picking up a little bit of bones, or giving the father an explanation. It was used to pay homage to Sanji during the funeral and to comfort him. Revenant." Niche said a series of lies without blinking, and secretly praised his wit in my heart.
Too wise!
"It makes sense. In principle, I believe what you say." Yarlin's tone immediately became colder: "So, in order to prevent your father from coming to find me for revenge, I have to keep you too. Here, this is called killing people, you should be understandable!"
The smile on Nizhi's face froze, and his face became the color of soy pork liver!
Stepping on the ground, a violent electric arc flashes on the soles of the shoes, and Niche rushes towards Yarlin like lightning.
"Heh~"
Yarlin was not afraid, his hands dangled in his trouser pockets, the black feathers were blown by the strong wind, and the hair on the temples of his forehead swayed gently Showing the dark and deep cross pattern, he does not dodge the rays of light reflecting the arc-splitting air in the heavy pupil, icily said: "It is not impossible to take the corpse and escape again!"
The arc splashed and Nizhi appeared in front of Yarlin. The whip of his flicking leg was tightened like a steel bar, and the terrifying electric arc lingered on his feet, like countless neighing snakes biting on Yarlin's neck madly.
clang!
A cluster of black glow silently annihilated the air, an invisible space splits a sharp gully, and the terrifying sword intent pierces straight into it and cuts boldly The shattered arc snake head, followed by the majestic air, was like countless fine blades slamming on Niche's leg whip.
Dull and agitated, Nizhi felt like he was kicking on a Blade Mountain. The blood vessels of the ankles under the trouser legs broke and splashed with blood. The sharp penetrating flesh seemed to cut through the bones. Fine lines, tingling and cold.
"Great Swordsman!"
Nichi's heart twitched, he looked hard towards another man standing beside Yarlin, wearing a weird mask, holding steady in his hand A gloomy iron sword crossed in front of him, and the sharp sword intent spread out from the opponent, his scalp was numb immediately, in an instant a Black Sword seemed to emerge in front of him and cut himself in two with a knife.
This is the opponent's Way of Sword. It is pure to the extreme, and the unstoppable cutting edge is almost solidified!
As far as Niege knows, being able to perform this way means that the opponent's sword technique has reached the extreme peak on his own path. In this world, the great swordsman can do this. It can be counted in the palm of your hand, no more than ten fingers at most.
However, with the cold black and white mask and the cold and merciless aura exuding all over his body, Nizhi couldn't guess the true face of Lushan under that mask.
"I have other things to deal with now, so don't say that I don't give you a chance." Yarlin gently stroked the starter, and stared at Nige with a faint smile: "Before I come back, Kill the two apostles and you can run away with the corpse, otherwise, you will just fill in the death of the sixth apostle for me, and the vacancy left by it is good!"
"…" Vincent Mok Nitch's cheek twitched. He looked around all around, only to realize that all around had been delayed for a moment. All around was covered by a dripping mirror. The smooth and weird mirror surface was like an upside-down bowl, pressing the lid. A closed space is formed on the ground.
A mirror prison about half the size of a football field, even the wind and sand are blocked outside, quiet and cold, two silent bodies lying on the ground, the second apostle Dodge (Accelerator) Standing in the center of the space, his gaze was firmly fixed on Niche.
The mirror mirrors the illusory and fuzzy silhouette of Niche, densely packed hundreds of channels, and behind each channel, you can see the strange figure of the seventh apostle Gana integrated into the mirror, one The sickly cold face looked over.
His eyes seem to be staring from all directions, unable to distinguish between true and false and illusory images.
"It's really busy today!" Yarlin lifted his foot across the body of Sanji, which is different from Teach's go back on one's word. Yarlin always speaks for words, he leaves the body to Niche.
The swordsman wearing black and white masks followed Yarlin, and the two walked outside. When they touched the mirror, a circle of faint ripples rippled, and Nige saw two silhouettes and walked in. Going into the mirror, and then slowly disappearing, as if traveling through an infinitely extending tunnel.
Outside the mirror prison, the moon frost under the night is condensed into a thin mirror. The mirror is the size of a person. Two silhouettes walk through the ripples and glance at the direction slightly. Follow Blackbeard in the direction not far away just now…