The scene of Dalaran's death was reflected in Arlen's mind. Naturally, he saw the vicious face of the murderer. In reality, Blackbeard and his gang hadn't lasted more than two minutes from the time they appeared until they left. They were ruthless and ruthless. Even Arlen hadn't expected that Dalaran wouldn't even have a chance to say his last words before his head was smashed into bits. He was dead.
The Sixth Apostle, dead!
From Ace's appearance to Blackbeard's brazen appearance towards the end of the fierce battle to "kill and rob", to Vincent Moke Niji's strange appearance and his strange behavior of picking up corpses, none of these subsequent changes were within Arlen's preconceived plan.
"It was just a simple chase to get rid of a few rats. I really didn't expect that it would lead to such a big drama." Ya Erlin's eyes swept over Dalaran's corpse indifferently, and then he pursed his lips.
The ripples of the mirror were reflected in the air. Sanji's corpse was sent out and fell quietly at Yarlin's feet. Yarlin's eyes were like a vulture staring at its prey. He said coldly, "Brothers? But your eyes tell me that you didn't help to collect the corpse because of brotherhood. Tell me, what's so special about this corpse? "
A haze flashed in the depths of Niji's eyes. He casually glanced at the corpse that was spat out by the mirror and cursed in his heart, "Just like that guy who can control blood, this ability to control the mirror feels very tricky and strange!"
Father's orders cannot be disobeyed. Sanji's corpse must be brought back intact.
"You misunderstood. Although I hate this brother, since he is dead, I have to bring his corpse back to show father one last time. This is filial piety!" Niji explained seriously.
"Then why did you extract the blood from the corpses of my subordinates?" Ya Erlin grinned and asked in a noncommittal manner.
"After all, he was the one who killed my useless brother. I picked up some of his remains to give father an explanation. During the funeral, I will use it to pay tribute to Sanji and comfort his soul." Niji lied without batting an eyelid. He was secretly praising himself for being quick-witted in his heart.
He was too damn quick-witted!
"That makes sense. In principle, I believe what you say." Yarlin's tone suddenly turned cold. "So, in order to prevent your father from seeking revenge on me, I have no choice but to leave you here. This is called silencing a witness. You should be able to understand!"
The smile on Niji's face froze, and his face turned the color of pig liver!
Niji stepped on the ground, and a flash of electric arc flashed on the soles of his shoes as he rushed towards Yarlin like lightning.
"Heh ~"
Yarlin was not afraid at all. His hands were half in his trouser pockets, and his black feathered mantle was blown by the strong wind. The hair on his forehead swayed gently, revealing a deep black cross. He did not dodge, and his double pupils reflected the light of the electric arc cutting the air. He said coldly, "It's not impossible for you to snatch the body and run away!"
Electric arcs splashed, and Niji appeared in front of Yarlin. His legs were twisted tightly like steel bars, and terrifying electric arcs wrapped around his feet. Like countless hissing snakes, he frantically tried to bite Yarlin's neck.
Clang!
A cluster of black light silently annihilated the air, and the invisible space cracked into a sharp gully. The terrifying sword pierced straight into it, and brazenly cut the heads of the electric arcs into pieces. Then, the majestic air rolled back like countless fine blades, and brazenly smashed into Niji's leg whip.
Niji felt as if he had kicked a mountain of knives. The capillaries on his ankle under his trousers were broken and blood was spilling out. The sharpness that penetrated his skin and flesh seemed to have cut fine lines on his bones. It was piercing and cold.
"Great Swordsman!"
Niji's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at another man wearing a strange mask standing next to Yarlin. The man steadily held a dark iron sword in his hand and blocked in front of him. Niji's scalp immediately went numb, and in an instant, a black sword appeared in front of his eyes and cut him in half.
This man's swordsmanship was pure to the extreme, and the sharpness was unstoppable. It was almost solid!
And according to Niji's knowledge, to be able to perform like this, it meant that the man's swordsmanship had reached the peak of his own path. In this world, the number of Great Swordsman who could do this could be counted on one hand, and at most no more than ten.
However, the cold black and white mask, and the cold and merciless aura that exuded from the man's body, made Niji unable to guess the man's true face under the mask.
"I have other things to deal with now, so don't say I didn't give you a chance." Yarlin lightly flicked his hair and looked at Niji with a half-smile. "Before I come back, kill two apostles and you can run away with the bodies. Otherwise, you can just fill in the gap left by the death of the sixth apostle!"
"…" Vincent Mock Niji's cheeks twitched. He looked around and realized that in that split second of delay, the surroundings had been shrouded by a dripping mirror. The smooth and eerie surface of the mirror was like the mouth of an inverted bowl, covering the ground to form an enclosed space.
The mirror prison was about half the size of a football field, and even the wind and sand were blocked outside. It was quiet and cold, and there were two silent bodies lying on the ground. The second apostle, Dodger, was standing in the center of the space, and his eyes were firmly locked on Niji.
The mirror reflected Niji's illusory and blurry figure. There were hundreds of them, and behind each of them, the seventh apostle Gana's strange figure could be seen. Gana's sickly and cold face looked at Niji with a gloomy expression.
The eyes seemed to be staring at him from all directions, and it was impossible to distinguish between the real and the illusory images.
"What a busy day!" Yarlin stepped over Sanji's body. Unlike Teach who went back on his words, Yarlin was always a man of his words. He left the body to Niji.
The swordsman with the black and white mask followed behind Yarlin. The two of them walked outside. The moment they touched the mirror, a circle of light rippled. Niji saw the two figures walking into the mirror and then slowly disappearing, as if they were shuttling through an endless tunnel.
Outside the mirror prison, the moonlight under the night sky condensed into a thin mirror. The mirror was as tall as a person. Two figures walked out of the ripples, glanced at the direction, and chased after Blackbeard not far away …
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