Pirate’s Brood Order

The scene of Dalaran's death was reflected back into Yarlin's consciousness. He could clearly see the ferocious face of the assailant. In fact, it took less than two minutes for the Blackbeards to leave the scene. With a black heart and a cruel hand, Yarlin didn't expect that Dalaran almost had no time to say a last word, his head was smashed into dregs, and he died thoroughly.

The sixth apostle, pawn!

From the appearance of Ace, to the end of the fierce fight, Blackbeard's outrageous appearance of "killing people and taking goods", and then to the strange appearance of Vincent Mockney and his strange behavior of picking up corpses, this series of follow-up changes , none of which are in Yarlin's preset script.

"It's just a simple chase, cleaning up a few little mice. I really didn't expect such a drama with ups and downs." Yarlin glanced at Dalaran's corpse indifferently, and then his lips Sip lightly.

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

A haze flashed in the depths of Nizhi's eyes, he casually glanced at the body revealed by the mirror, and cursed inwardly: "Just like the guy who controls the blood, this ability to manipulate the mirror feels very tricky and weird! "

Father's orders cannot be disobeyed, and Sanji's body must be brought back intact.

"You misunderstood. Although I hate this brother very much, since a person is dead, the body must be taken back to show the father one last look. This is the filial piety of a son!" Ni Zhi explained seriously.

"Then what is the reason for taking the blood from the corpses of my subordinates?" Arlin grinned and asked noncommittally.

"After all, he was the one who killed my good-for-nothing younger brother, so he picked up some fragments of his body so that he could give an explanation to his father. During the funeral, he would pay homage to Sanji and comfort his dead soul." Niji's eyes widened. He told a series of lies without blinking, and secretly praised his wit in his heart.

Too tm full of quick wit!

"It makes sense. In principle, I believe what you said." Yarlin's tone suddenly turned cold: "So, in order to prevent your father from coming to seek revenge on me, I have to keep you here. It should be understandable for you to kill people and silence them!"

The smile on Ni Zhi's face froze, and his face was the color of pork liver!

Stepping on the ground under his feet, a flash of electric arc flickered on the soles of his shoes, Niji rushed towards Yarlin like lightning.

"Oh~"

Yaerlin was not afraid, with his hands hanging down and half in his trouser pockets, his black feathers were blown by the strong wind, and the hair on his forehead and temples swayed slightly, revealing the dark and deep cross pattern, which was reflected in his double pupils. Looking at the light of the electric arc splitting the air, he said coldly: "If you want to snatch the corpse and escape, it's not impossible!"

The electric arc splashed, and Niji appeared in front of Yarlin, his whip whip twisted tightly like a steel bar, and the terrifying arcs lingered on his feet, like countless hissing snakes crazily biting at Yarlin's neck.

Bang!

A cluster of black awns silently annihilated the air, and a sharp gully opened in the invisible space. The terrifying sword intent pierced straight in, blatantly cutting the arc snake head, followed by the majestic air rewinding like countless The shredded blade slammed on Nizhi's leg whip.

In the dull agitation, Ni Zhi felt as if he had kicked a mountain of knives. The ankle capillaries under the trouser legs were broken and spattered with blood.

"Great swordsman!"

Nizhi's heart twitched, and he stared at another man wearing a strange mask standing next to Yarlin, holding a dark iron sword in front of him steadily, the sharp sword The intention spread from the other party, his scalp went numb immediately, and a black sword seemed to appear in front of his eyes for a split second, cutting himself in two.

This is the opponent's kendo is pure to the extreme, and the sharp killing is unstoppable and almost solidified!

As far as Ni Zhi knows, being able to perform like this means that the opponent's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle on his own path. The great swordsman who can do this in this world can be counted on the palm of his hand. No more than ten fingers.

However, with the icy black and white mask and the cold and ruthless aura exuding from his whole body, Ni Zhi couldn't figure out the true face of Lushan Mountain under that mask at all.

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

"..." Vincent Mokney's cheeks twitched. He looked around, only to realize that the delay just now was covered by a dripping mirror. The smooth and strange mirror looked like an upside-down bowl. Mouth, the gland forms a closed space on the ground.

The mirror prison, which is about half the size of a football field, is blocked from even the wind and sand. It is quiet and cold. There are two silent corpses lying on the ground. The second apostle Dodge (accelerator) stands in the center of the space. His eyes were firmly locked on Nizhi.

The mirror reflects Nizhi's illusory and blurred figure, and hundreds of lines are densely reflected, and behind each line, you can see the strange figure of the seventh apostle Gana integrated into the mirror, and a morbid and stern face is looking at it viciously. .

His eyes seem to be staring from all directions, unable to distinguish between real and false images and illusory images.

"It's really busy today!" Yarlin stepped over Sanji's body, unlike Tiqi's back-and-forth, Yarlin always kept his word, so he left the body to Niji.

The swordsman wearing a black and white mask followed Yarlin, and the two walked outside. The moment they touched the mirror, there was a faint ripple. When Niji saw two figures, he walked into the mirror, and then It slowly disappeared without a trace, as if passing through an infinitely extending tunnel.

Outside the mirror prison, the moon frost under the night condensed into a thin mirror. The mirror was about the size of a person. Two figures came out from the ripples. They glanced at the direction and left along the black beard just now. Chasing in a not-too-distant direction...