Law of the Devil

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Chapter 319 [Power of One Arm]

A curved blade?

Dewey “shrugged” and laughed. "Boss Bai, I'm a standard magician. In fact, speaking of knives... knives and knives, I can use them. Not with a machete. ”

He asked me if I would use a machete... why? Is it the legendary "teach the divine power”??

Well, yeah, I'm sure it is. I'm sure it is!

Dewey rejoiced when his heart broke. This is a must for every YY male protagonist!

For example, when the Fox Warrior was stuck in the top cave of Mount Hua by Tian Boguang, the old man came to teach him a lonely set of nine swords.

For example, when the beautiful MM dragon girl and the old reckless boy Zhou Bertong were stuck in the cave by the wheel pope, the old reckless boy taught Dragon MM to interact with each other...

For example……

Shit, no more like that!

So it seems, but whenever you encounter an adventure and get stuck in a cave by a villain, something good always happens!

... did this pie drop from the sky fall on my head?

Dewey thought here, looking at the grieving eyes of the White River, couldn't help but come out with a little star, as if looking at a bunch of golden mountains!

Your Majesty, what does Boss Bai want to teach me? Well, he is the king of witches, the most powerful man in the world, and he can teach me what to do, surely it is not something uninvited!

Just as Dewey was about to come out of the water, the White River sighed softly and nodded: "Well, that's good, you can't use a machete, that's just great. I'm also worried that if you know anything else about martial arts, it won't work. ”

Dewey's heart is more like a peach blossom.

Not a machete, not a machete. This is even more familiar! Didn't the old wind teach the fox to rush the Nine Swords to solitude just to abandon his original swordsmanship trick too rigid? When Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Wuxi that kid Tai Chi, he also asked him to forget all the original tricks!

Visible, but all the best is to ask myself to be a blank piece of paper, the whiter the better!

Master, I don't know any curved knife martial arts, it's exactly what this “blank paper” is all about!

Well, Boss Bai, your last name is definitely "Bai"

Dewey wiped his mouth off and laughed, “Well, Mr. White, are you going to teach me your machete tricks? This... this...” He was going to say, "It's a little embarrassing."

Who knew the White River was sad but glanced at him coldly: "Hmm, teach you? Have you suddenly become stupid? That iron boy Sebastian has the strength of a Class 9 fighter! You don't know anything about martial arts. You rely on only two sets of moves. You're just a little stronger than normal people. Even if I teach you something, with this moment of kung fu, you can learn to increase your strength, and immediately change from a normal person, you can defeat a level 9 fighter? Don't say talent like you, even when I was younger, it took me a few years from practicing martial arts to reaching level 9! ”

It was like a barrel of cold water that immediately extinguished the enthusiasm in Dewey's heart. He suddenly felt cold and calmed down. He laughed bitterly and admitted that the White River was saying well.

Where in the world is there any magical excellence, after learning, in a few moments, that can make a normal person jump over so many levels and defeat a level 9 warrior directly??

White River also ignored Dewey's expression change. His face sank and he whispered: “Come here! ”

Dewey walked to the side of the White River and took a deep breath of sadness, pointing to him: "Sit down! ”

Dewey fully questioned, since he was not going to teach himself any stunning moves, what was he going to do when he saw the White River sadness?

When he sat down blindly, he saw the White River suddenly stretching out his hand and shouting, tearing Dewey's top apart. Though badly wounded, he had a lot of strength on his hands, tearing Dewey's upper body and outer clothes apart and then taking off his right arm sleeve with his opposite hands.

Dewey looked bitter... this white boss, he took off my clothes and took off his own clothes... damn, he didn't want to try that tune before he died, did he?

This lame thought just flashed by. Then the White River looked more serious: “Dewey, listen to me. The Iron Face guy hates it, but his strength is not bad! Humph, at his age, he will never be able to practice this state of affairs. I think it must be his old man who broke the water and used some special methods to forcibly improve his strength! Well, if I had, I wouldn't have let you beat him. One advantage, however, is that we in the Snow Mountains are practicing frost fighting, and red water is no exception to nature. But this frost struggle itself has some weaknesses and drawbacks, which can only be overcome by one's own understanding of the rules when strength reaches the holy order. Fortunately, this kid hasn't reached the holy ranks yet. So, as long as you grasp these weaknesses to deal with him, you can deal with them for a while. ”

He was already a little weak. He said so many words in one breath. After a short breath, he said again: "However, your knowledge of martial arts is almost impossible, even if I taught you, for a moment and a half, you will not have any real improvement. So, while I'm very reluctant to do this, I can't help it right now. ”

What exactly is the method?

Dewey looked at the solemnity of the White River and couldn't help but mumble in her heart.

The White River continued with a breath of anguish: "I am badly wounded now, but the situation is still there, although it is badly wounded. It's just that the power and temper were damaged, and it won't last for a while and a half. However, there is still a little energy in the body. It's not much energy, but at least it helps me barely support it. With my wounds, if I can get past this level safely, after three or five days, I can recover most of it, up to a month or two, and I can recover completely. But... but if I don't even have this last bit of energy now... then I have to get back to Snow Mountain as soon as possible, and I won't be able to recover without practicing for three or four years! But now it's urgent, and I don't have a choice. Neither of us old guys can move. We can't fight that guy. The only thing I can do is give it a little energy...”

“Energetic? What energy?” Dewey moved in his heart.

The White River laughed rather strangely: “My so-called energy… is a 'seed of power'! This is the purest source power I have ever cultivated, not some flame or frost, but the purest, understanding of the power of the rules. Even if I get hurt worse, as long as I leave this seed in my body, and follow the seed of this power afterwards, it will keep spinning itself and slowly regain my strength! So, even if I get hurt more seriously, I leave myself with this breath. Just now... Dewey, look, this is the seed of power! ”

The White River stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and suddenly a little bright spot appeared at his fingertips. Although the light was bright, it had no temperature at all. Dewey looked, but he felt a staggering pressure. In this light, the silk flowed, and the implicit implication was some sort of rule...

“Every martial artist has a different direction of understanding power.” The White River grinned, “This seed is spinning from my understanding of the power of the rules, so as long as I inject this seed into your body, you can learn my understanding of the power rules in the future! In other words, if you work so hard to fix it, you can save me the decades I spent trying to get this rule! With your gift, in five years, if you meet this Iron Face kid outside again, you can abuse him as much as you want! ”

Dewey's heart is beating again!

... Wow! Could it be the missionary service?

“This... Boss Bai, you gave me this last touch of energy... after yourself...” Dewey swallowed a mouthful of spit.

The White River sneered, “It's just the sheer power I've parted out. As long as my strength is restored, I want as much power as I want! I've given it to you now, but I'll only recover a little slower later, and it's better than dying here. ”

After that, he frowned again: “Unfortunately, this purest power cannot be transmitted directly to you. This is the source of my flesh and blood. Unless I use the witchcraft of usurpation to occupy your flesh directly, I can transfer this power to your body, but then you die. ”

Dewey startled. The White River grinned slightly: "Don't worry, I am seriously injured now, the law of usurpation cannot be carried out. And, as you should know, my witchcraft of usurpation can only be used once in 10 years, even if I am not injured now, it is not. Well, there's only one way to get it to you! Not only do I have to give you power, I have to give you flesh and blood! Otherwise, you can't stand it! ”

The white river was full of sweat, his face was white as white paper, but he saw his right fingertip stretched out, but the light grew brighter, the white river tried its best to force all the last bit of strength over his right arm, then suddenly he drank low, reach out his fingers, in the chest and heart area of Dewey, fingers gently row...

His fingertips were like the sharpest knife blade, so he cut a circle and immediately “cut” a piece of flesh off Dewey's left heart and chest!

Dewey screamed, but the White River was so fast, Dewey couldn't even hide, she saw a piece of leash so round her chest, she was “spinning” down!

When did Dewey ever eat this bitter head, his chest bled like a bet, and he just got black in front of his eyes and yelled: “White... White River sad, do you want to kill me!! ”

The White River pointed at Dewey's forehead and drank: “Shut up and do it honestly! I won't be able to support you for long. If you move again, it's over! ”

Then, the White River suddenly lifted his left hand, his palm like a knife, and cut it down against his right shoulder...

Puffing, blood spurted out, he actually slapped his hand and cut off his right arm!!

White River wobbled, his face almost turned transparent, but he still smiled. “Don't move, otherwise, don't blame me for dying. ”

After that, he had grabbed his broken arm and stabbed it hard against the cut piece of flesh on Dewey's chest...

In the cave, Dewey's voice was a shock and a painful scream:

Ahhhh...............

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When Dewey awoke, he just felt that his body seemed to be hiding something wrong with his head, his chest did a hidden pain. He fell on his back on the floor, opened his eyes and saw the White River sitting beside him, looking at himself strangely.

Dewey immediately sat up with her hands on the ground, but she felt sticky and itchy on her face. She seemed to be stained with blood and raised her hand, wiping it on her face...

This rubs, Duviton stunned!

Hands?

Hands?

Dewey, look around, his original two hands, they're on the ground, making themselves sit up. But with this hand on your face, where did it come from?

He looked down and saw over his chest, on the heart, he had an extra arm! That's the one who was worried about the White River!!

This arm, I don't know what spell the White River used, actually the roots have fitted with my chest, the flesh is connected, as if grown there!

Dewey almost fainted again after not lifting his breath. He bit his tongue hard. Under severe pain, he didn't faint. He opened his mouth, looked at his chest and looked at the White River sadness: “You, you, you... me, me... your hand... me...”

“I lent it to you.” The White River looks miserable and has a weak voice: “Your strength is a little worse than that kid's. You can't do him, though you have good magic. With this arm, with my last little strength on it, I can barely fight him! ”

Dewey suddenly wants to jump up and scold people!

“You're not mistaken! Three hands! I'm a monster with three hands!! Hey, this way, I... where will I go in the future, do I need to see someone else!!! ”

White River grinned, “I don't know what to do, kid! There is the seed of the rule of the power of enlightenment in this arm. After you get it, the seed will be slowly digested by yourself in the future, and it will naturally work and grow. You have a great advantage and blame me me! As for this arm... I gave it to you temporarily with the Big Snow Mountain Witchcraft. In a few days it will come off itself, what are you afraid of! ”

His tone became more and more impatient, and his final voice became somewhat unsupported. He broke one arm himself, was injured, bled too much, and was already a little overwhelmed.

Dewey found out, at least, he quickly grabbed some medicine from the storage ring to get his wound first. He just looked at his chest with an extra arm, and he could not help but laugh.

“This is my hand with a machete! I also injected the seeds of my power! Even though I'm not around anymore, as long as you fight, the seeds of power will work naturally, and this arm will use the machete according to instinct! Just let it go. Just leave it alone. Nature can help you...”

Help me with my arm?

Dewey laughs so hard... this is a real "one arm force”!

“Boss Bai... you...”

“You're on your own.” The White River lay down sadly: “You don't have to thank me. If you don't, everyone dies. I'm not doing it for your own good, I'm just doing it for your own life. Give you an arm, also because of the seeds of this stretch of power, your boundaries are unbearable. ”

He lay on the ground, lifting his left hand and passing his machete.

Dewey Murmer took over, and the White River grinned, “My machete can't get out of the sheath easily. Since it's out of the sheath, you can't lose! Don't lose the honor of my machete! ”

The Pope beside him sighed: "Your Majesty the Witch, you are also very strong! Come on, I have a little bit of sanctity left over, barely a cure. Let's heal your wound first. ”

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Outside the cave, Sebasta was restless and regretted it. He was really shaken up by Dewey a few times just now, and he was scared. That's why we lost our chance for nothing. Although he saw through Dewey's external strongman, he had returned, but because he didn't dare to go into the hole immediately, otherwise...

Sebastian hates the itch of his teeth, but he can look at this magical junction in front of him, and he thinks that a magical junction won't last long! When the time comes, this magical junction will disappear. He won't get away with it!

As for himself, knowing that this advanced magic junction is not something that his unwieldy warrior can break, he simply does not waste his energy, but stands outside the hole and waits quietly.

Indeed, until the distant sun gradually slopes west, the magical light gradually diminishes and finally disappears!

Sebastian's heart is pounding! He lost his long sword and picked up a sharp, sturdy branch to use. At this moment, he mentioned a branch, which he was about to take a giant step into the hole. I saw the hole flash and Dewey walked out by herself!

(That's only 5,000 words today. The publisher urged me to submit the final draft for publication. I will take the time to revise it. I will also take the opportunity to take a closer look at this set of books from the beginning and sort out my thoughts... so please rest assured that I will make up for it more tomorrow.

Finally, the month ticket, the month ticket thing, please ~)

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