The scene of Dalaran's death was reflected back into Yaerlin's consciousness, and he naturally saw the murderer's vicious face. In fact, the Blackbeards and the gang took no more than two minutes to complete the scene from the scene to the murder. The heart is black and the hand is cruel, but Yaerlin didn't expect that Dalaran almost didn't have time to say a last word, his head was smashed into scum, and he died completely.

Sixth Apostle, pawn!

From the appearance of Ace, to the end of the fierce fight, Blackbeard's outrageously appeared on the stage of "killing people and stealing goods", and then to the strange appearance of Vincent Mock Nidge, and his bizarre behavior of picking up corpses, this series of follow-up Changes, none of which is in the script that Yarlin preset.

"It's just a simple chase, to clean up a few little mice, I really didn't expect such an ups and downs drama." Yaerlin swept over Dalaran's body indifferently, and then his lips Sip lightly.

The dense air reflected the ripples in the mirror, and the body of Sanji was sent out and quietly landed at Yaerlin's feet. His eyes were like a vulture staring at his prey, and he said coldly, "Brothers? But your eyes. Tell me, you didn't help to keep the corpse in for the sake of brotherhood, tell me what's so special about this corpse?"

A haze flashed in the depths of Nizhi's eyes, he casually swept over the corpse revealed by the mirror, and cursed in his heart: "Like that guy who controls blood, the ability to manipulate the mirror feels very tricky and weird! "

Father's orders cannot be disobeyed, and Sanji's body must be brought back in its entirety.

"You misunderstood, although I hate this younger brother, but since a person is dead, the corpse has to be taken back for the last look at the father. This is the son's filial piety!" Nizhi explained seriously.

"Then why was the blood drawn from my subordinate's corpse?" Yaerlin grinned and asked noncommittally.

"After all, he killed my trash-like younger brother. He picked up a little bit of the corpse and gave him an explanation. It was used to pay homage to Sanji at the funeral and to comfort his dead soul." He told the lies without blinking, and secretly praised his wit in the bottom of his heart.

Too tm full of wit!

"It makes sense. In principle, I believe what you said." Yaerlin's tone suddenly turned gloomy: "So, in order to prevent your father from looking for me for revenge, I have to keep you here too. This is called Murder and silence, you should also understand!"

The smile on Niji's face froze, and his face turned into the color of pork liver with sauce!

Stepping on the ground under his feet, a surging electric arc flashed on the soles of his shoes, and Nichols rushed towards Yaerlin like lightning.

"Huh~"

Yaerlin was not afraid, his hands were half in his trouser pockets, his black feathers were blown by the strong wind, and the hair on his forehead and temples swayed gently to reveal a dark and deep cross pattern, which reflected in his heavy pupils. With the light of the arc splitting the air, he said coldly, "It's not impossible if you want to **** the corpse and escape!"

The electric arc splashed, Nizhi appeared in front of Yaerlin, the whip of the leg was twisted like a steel bar, and the terrifying electric arc lingered on his feet, like countless hissing snakes madly biting Yaerlin's neck.

Keng!

A cluster of black awns silently annihilated the air, the invisible space split into a sharp ravine, and the terrifying sword intent pierced straight in, brazenly smashing the arc snake head, followed by the majestic air that rolled backwards like countless The shredded blade slammed into Niji's leg whip.

The dull agitation made Niji feel as if he had kicked into a mountain of knives. The capillaries of the ankles under the trouser legs were broken and blood was spattered.

"Great Swordsman!"

Niji's heart twitched, and he stared at another man wearing a strange mask standing next to Yaerlin, holding a dark iron sword in front of him, a sword that was incomparably sharp. The intention spread out from the opponent, his scalp immediately became numb, and in an instant, a black sword seemed to appear in front of him, slicing himself into two pieces.

This is the opponent's kendo pure to the extreme, and the razor-sharp killing is unstoppable and almost condensed into reality!

And as far as Nichi knows, being able to perform like this means that the opponent's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle of his own path. The great swordsmen in this world who can do this can be counted with one palm. No more than ten fingers.

However, with the cold black and white mask and the cold and ruthless aura all over his body, Nizhi couldn't guess the true face of Mount Lu under that mask.

"I have other things to deal with now, so don't say I won't give you a chance." Yaerlin stroked the ends of his hair lightly, stared at Nizhi with a half-smile, and said, "Before I come back, kill the two of you. Apostle, you can run away with the corpse, otherwise, you will just fill the gap left by the death of the sixth apostle for me!"

"..." Vincent Mock Nidge's cheeks twitched, he looked around, only to realize that after a momentary delay, the surrounding area was already covered by a dripping mirror, the smooth and eerie mirror like an upside down button. The mouth of the bowl, the gland forms an enclosed space on the ground.

The mirror prison was about half the size of a football field. Even the sandstorm was blocked outside. It was quiet and cold. There were two silent corpses lying on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ The second apostle Dodge (the accelerator) stood there In the center of the space, his eyes were firmly fixed on Niji.

The mirror mirrored Nizhi's illusory and blurry figure, and hundreds of lines were densely mapped, and behind each of them, the strange figure of the seventh apostle Gana integrated into the mirror could be seen, and a morbid and cold face looked over. .

His eyes seemed to be staring at him from all directions, unable to distinguish between true and false images.

"Today is really busy!" Yaerlin raised his foot and stepped over Sanjishi's body. Unlike Titch's renegade, Yaerlin always kept his word, and he left the body to Niji.

The swordsman wearing a black-and-white mask followed behind Yaerlin, and the two walked outside. The moment they touched the mirror, a circle of faint ripples rippled. Niji walked into the mirror when he saw the two figures, and then Slowly disappeared, as if passing through an infinitely extending tunnel.

Outside the mirror prison, the moon frost under the night sky condensed into a thin mirror. The mirror was about the size of a person. Two figures walked through the ripples, glanced slightly at the direction, and followed the black beard and left just now. Chasing in the not-too-distant direction...