Law of the Devil

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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty [Holy Order?

Sebastian looked at Dewey, angry and angry in his heart, but also saw Dewey as a guy, and at this moment he seemed to be doing something wrong.

This kid looks a little weird, his eyes flashing, I don't know if he's scared or what else it means. Is there anything else he wants to do? Especially this guy, wearing a wide robe, covered himself with a walnut wood wand in his hand.

It's just that this robe looks too generous, like it was stolen.

In Dewey's heart, there were bitter words, and in his storage ring, there was only one set of clothes left, or a generous magician's robe.

“Humph!” Sebasta squinted her eyes: “Why? Did you finally come out? Oh... you're wearing a magician's robe. Do you want to show your dignity as a magician before you die? ”

His tone was ridiculous, but his eyes didn't dare to relax. After all, he even ate Dewey's bitter head today and had long since become a bird of shock.

Dewey sighed and the walnut wooden wand rested on the ground: “Come on, Major General, for a while... Alas, just don't be afraid. ”

“Joke! I'm afraid it's you!” Sebastian was already ready, with the branches in his hand, the sharp end facing Dewey: “You don't even have a chance to run now! At such a close distance, even if you flee the wind immediately, I can stab you before you fly... besides, do you have a chance to recite the spell! ”

Dewey frowned bitterly, but held up the staff with both hands... He was in a very strange position. It was said that it was definitely not a magician's maneuver. He was carrying a long walnut wooden staff with both hands, but it was like a samurai holding a spear. Sebastian laughed at the sight: "You don't need magic, but you fight with me. That's what you're looking for! ”

At the end of the conversation, he shook his stick, shook, his strength was broken, and he stabbed at Dewey's heart. Sebastian's heart really hated Dewey, and he came up to the critical spot.

Dewey's eyes flashed a slight discoloration. When Sebastian arrived, he swayed his sleeve and threw it away. Sebastian's stick poked Dewey's sleeve, but he couldn't pierce it.

Ding, as if something hard had been stabbed, Sebasta's hand shocked and felt the stick snap into two pieces. And Dewey suddenly rushed forward, hitting Sebastian so hard.

Before Dewey came out, he added a bull force to himself. The force of this collision was even more powerful. When they hit each other, Sebastian felt like he had been hit by a running horse.

But after all, he's a Class 9 fighter. Can a rookie like Dewey compete? After this collision, he just paused. He didn't get hurt. After a slight step backwards, he stood still. After this collision, Dewey felt like he had just hit a wall on his own initiative. He ran into Venus with two eyes. He fainted and fell at risk.

Sebasta laughed and drank: "I told you, you don't have to do magic and I don't have to fight, you just want to die! ”

Half a truncated stick in his hand swept right at Dewey's neck! Though it was just a tree stick, under the temper of the 9th level samurai, it was harder than the iron stick. If it did sweep, he would have to blow Dewey's head off.

At such a close distance, Dewey felt an icy cold air flurry, busy, suddenly heard the cold sound of the White River in the cave: “Turn around, type six! ”

The voice flew fast and short. It was when the brain was blank that Dewey listened to it. He had not yet responded. But the chest robe hid the arm underground. Inside, there was the seed of power left by the White River. None of it was perfect for the White River. He immediately acted on his own.

A snowy knife burst out of Dewey's chest, suddenly dividing Dewey's robe into two pieces, and the snowy knife cut up against Sebasta's stick.

This was fast, Sebastian looked at Dewey in horror and suddenly had this strange reaction. The knife came along the branches, destroying the whole branch, and even every piece of wooden wire burst open. If Sebastian didn't let go, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold a few fingers of the branches.

He immediately loosened the branches and suddenly took a pause. After that, he was born and retreated. After he stood steady, he looked at Dewey and had to stay.

“You... what the hell are you!” Sebasta stared at Dewey and opened her mouth wide.

Dewey's chest, Heran is the third arm, and he holds a machete in his hand... at this moment, Dewey's shape is quite like the one in ancient Chinese mythology that can turn into three heads and six arms, but he's only two heads short and only three arms, not six.

Sebasta looked at Dewey like a strange look, and she couldn't help but have some hair in her heart. She looked at the snowy knife. The knife just now was a tacit match for some very brilliant martial arts... This Dewey is just a magician, how could there be such martial arts practice?

Surprised, however, to strike. Sebastian glanced at the branches on the ground and laughed coldly, suddenly reaching out, and suddenly his palms condensed, and the air around him was drawn by him with a frost bucket, condensing into a block of ice columns in his hand, which was sharp, facing Dewey: “Let's do it again! Look how many tricks you can take from me! ”

Sebasta's ice column shook, and then Dewey felt a white light shining in front of her. In the white light, Sebasta's body seemed to become a one-by-one illusion. The Ninth Warrior did it with all his strength! Sebastian was just a prick in the eye, and Dewey felt like he was stuck with ice columns on all sides! How can he resist such profound martial arts?

All of a sudden you hear the White River's sad voice in the hole: "Backbend! ”

Dewey didn't have time to react, and for a moment, Blessed to Heart, suddenly made a backward bending motion in the body surgery of the Great Snow Mountain.

This bend is not strong enough, he just stood there raw, but his waist suddenly broke back, suddenly fell back, even his head could almost stick to the ground. And such a move almost exceeded his physical limit, it immediately let Sebasta's prick fall, Dewey felt Sebasta's frost fighting, turned into a whirlwind, and crossed from his body, the whirlwind did not know how many powers were hidden, if hit, only to fear that his upper body would be completely strangled!

It's just that this bend is too hard, and Dewey just learned this big snowy mountain technique for a few days? This “high difficulty” move, he is far from building enough, this time, the bend is bent, but Dewey feels his old waist is going to be broken as if both his eyes are black - can bend, he is also desperate, this moment goes on, ask him to stand up again, but he will never be able to do it.

Dewey didn't have a chance to breathe, and Sebasta shot down and saw Dewey's move, he had to "raze”.

He also learned the martial arts of the Great Snow Mountain. How can he not recognize the physical arts of the Great Snow Mountain? When he saw Dewey stretch out, he moved his heart and immediately released: Well, it must have been the White River that taught him.

But he was even more disheartened, this big snow mountain physical surgery, he had been working out since he was a kid, and by the count of proficiency, Dewey was too far away to catch up with a horse. Doesn't this shitty bastard want to kill himself with what he knows best?

After this lower back movement, a series of movements below, Sebastian is rotten and familiar with the chest.

This “lower back” motion, suddenly, makes people almost “fold” up suddenly, making the opponent impatient, the attack suddenly disappears, and after this one, there are three or four subsequent motion changes, all demanding people, can stand up momentarily, then three more powerful motions behind, the first is the side bend, like the lower back motion, just not back, but side down, extremely difficult, but can also avoid the enemy attack. The second change is twisting, requiring a cut from below your chest to above your hips that is completely snake-like and distorted enough to avoid any of the other party's attacks on you three ways. And the third change is the upright forward stroke, but is it not a means of dodging, but a means of attacking, demanding to use the extremely strong qualities and acumen of the body, instantly approaching the enemy's body...

These three changes, Sebastian didn't know that he had practiced hundreds and thousands of times since he was a kid, his head moved, the ice column in his hand had swept away, instantly stabbed 17 or 8 times, only the cold light flashed, and sealed all three changes that followed this action!

If Dewey were to follow that “genuine" Big Snow Mountain technique, he would be facing Sebasta's attack with either of the three variations, and there would be only one dead end...

But…

I don't know if it's Sebastian or Dewey's luck. Because this kid Dewey, learning this big snowy mountain body technique, is a wild road out of the house! The next three sets of subsequent changes, he learned, but for a moment, he didn't even think about it! Just now, such a back to back motion has been made only by chance in desperation.

And... by the way, all three of the subsequent actions have a premise that the person to be carried out must “stand up” first! But Dewey's body, being able to bend, was already killing him, and he stood up again... even if Sebastian stood still and looked at it again, Dewey himself could not stand up.

So, regardless of how clever Sebastian stabbed the sword, he sealed all the subsequent changes, just because people like White River sad saw his sword, he couldn't bear to praise him... unfortunately, these are also beautiful eyes for the blind to see.

Sebastian shook his sword out and suddenly saw seventeen or eight cold lights staggering in the air, like a meat grinder climbing through Dewey's belly! And Dewey still didn't even move —— not that he didn't want to get up, but that he couldn't get up.

Even more wonderful, Sebastian stabbed the sword in the past, people immediately flushed forward a few points, and at this moment, Dewey couldn't hold on to this “fold” waist movement, suddenly she felt the center of gravity upside down, the head was lightweight, but instead she flipped out backwards, so that it was like a person turning back to her head, and her feet suddenly left the ground, her feet turned high...

bang.

Dewey had a “close contact” with Sebastian's chin while his hands and feet rose in chaos...

After a bang, Dewey felt like she had kicked something in her feet, but the whole person had fallen backwards on the ground, hands and feet climbing together, and then looked, had to stand still.

Sebasta's jaw was “kicked” by Dewey, then kicked like that with his strength, he really didn't get hurt at all, but the rage and humiliation in his heart came more intense than anything! He was always arrogant, but his nine-level strength was kicked in the jaw by a martial arts rookie! How shameful and humiliating is that? And Dewey kicked him in the face, even though he didn't hurt him.

The iron surfaces flew out and landed on the ground, Sebastian retreated two steps and had revealed his otherwise pale face, his eyes caught fire and stared dead at Dewey.

“You… you… you…” Sebasta's body trembled: “Unforgivable! Unforgivable bastard! You kicked my face! ”

His original pale appearance without blood was clearly due to the lack of sunlight from wearing a mask all year round. And he looked handsome, just weird to Dewey... he didn't have a scar on his face, so why wear an iron noodle?

Sebasta's surroundings suddenly flashed with silver light, and a strong aura emanated from around him, forcing Dewey to breathe as if he couldn't even breathe. He stepped back one step at a time and watched this guy with vigilance...

I'm afraid you don't even know how strong this guy is. But Dewey knew, because he had seen the battle between the Major General and the Golden Dragon.

Sebasta's eyes had turned into a devilish silver color, suddenly raised his hand, gently to a tree in the distance, a wave, the tree suddenly made a broken sound, suddenly broken, then Sebasta's palm broke, over the trunk of the tree, the wood chips flew, suddenly cut by him with a fighting gas into a tree stick more than two meters long, like a spear.

This spear flew into Sebastian's hand, his hands held up, his fingertips suddenly, the spear spinning like a flying wheel, and headed toward Dewey!

This time, even the White River, hiding in the cave, sounded a surprise “Yi”.

Just because this spear of Sebasta has developed martial arts, it is not the martial arts of Snow Mountain at all! It was the Golden Dragon's Golden Gun martial arts that he learned during the Golden Dragon duel that day!

This is Dragon Clan's final lesson.

Dragon people gold gun out, one end of the spear, all fierce fighting, strong momentum, as if it can destroy everything! Dewey felt like she was standing in front of a huge wave, staring at her, and she had to fly back fast! Sebasta shook her wrist and stabbed her at the tip of the gun at dozens of points.

Dozens of shots were stabbed with such a breath, at such a speed, Dewey, don't say it was resistant, you can't even hide! The violent airflow, as if to disrupt the air around Dewey, tried to open his mouth and sing the spell, but he could not open his mouth.

Dewey's heart was terrified, naturally, and his heart was desperate to meditate on the spell. He didn't even know what use it was.

Dozens of gun tips are almost simultaneously in front of us, unlike the fictitious moves in ordinary martial arts. Dozens of gun tips, each of which is true, are just Sebasta's hard-boiled, differentiated Qi fighting entities with tough martial arts!

Dewey could not recite the spell, the magic could not be carried out, he could not hide behind, in despair in his heart, he could only wait for his death.

Seeing the dozens of gun tips rolled onto Dewey like a raging tide, Dewey closed her eyes and her heart had given up, but suddenly she heard a tinkling and banging sound in her ear like a rain point.

Thought it was a frenzied attack, but didn't hit himself. He opened his eyes and looked, but saw that Sebasta had taken more than a dozen steps back. He stood there and looked at himself surprised. He had a wooden spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear had been severed. Above the spear, it was the rupture marks of the spots! This spear was stabbed by Sebasta with a fighting temper. Although it is wood, it is actually harder than iron. At this moment, it seems to have been cut a dozen times with a sharp blade...

Dewey saw his third arm in his chest, holding a white river sword in his hand, above the blade, a silver cold light flashing against Sebastian.

The other party's breath was like a storm and rain for dozens of hits, and the whole number was blocked by this third arm!!

Dewey suddenly woke up, but he was so sober, he felt a sharp pain in his third arm! This arm is clearly not his own, but it hurts at the moment to make him feel black in front of his eyes!

It turns out that at that moment, Dewey's brain was blank, but instead it was hidden in line with this “blank paper” law. This arm of the White River sadness, according to the seeds of the power rule implied above, operated by itself! The White River's grieving rules of power, how powerful! I can't believe we're blocking all of Sebastian's stormy attacks!

Unfortunately, the rule boundary is high, but the real strength of Neho Dewey at this moment is really bad, and the power on this arm is too weak. Although blocked, it was damaged by the fighting temper of the other party, and the muscles and bones inside were greatly damaged. Dewey looked down, over his fingers, hidden blood flowed, and dropped along the blade to the ground.

However, it is hard to tell whether this blood is its own or the white river is sad.

Sebasta's heart was even more appalled, staring dead at Dewey's third arm...

There's no one in the world who can resist that attack, but Sebastian is arrogant and can stop it, unless it's the Holy Order Powers! Because my father once said to himself, under the sacred steps, that he can be considered the number one in the world! As long as you don't meet a holy martial artist, the other martial artists on this continent are definitely not your opponents - because you have an "infinitely close to perfection" stunt!

That series of blocks just now clearly feels that the other party's power is not strong, but it deviates from each knife, you can find the moment when your spear punctures, the weakest entry point of the force, the precise point on your spear, so weak power, but the ability to block yourself from such a powerful attack!

Realm like this...

Sebasta glanced at Dewey in horror... is this bastard, he's actually holy?

But the idea flashed away. If Dewey was truly holy, he would have killed himself.

Whatever it takes, kill him! We must kill him!!

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