"Dead?"

"It should be... Dead, right?"

"After all, it has been cut into minced meat and scattered into the surrounding seawater, no matter how strong the regeneration ability is, it is impossible to grow a Woody out of thin air again..."The surrounding sailors sighed, it was not that they had never seen the Arcanist fight, but it was the first time they had seen this kind of strange Arcane. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's just that all of a sudden.....

In the salty and humid sea air, a faint arcane wave on the deck began to flow... In the air, there were faint arcane fluctuations, and Woody's body gradually turned from translucent to a physical existence.

"It's almost lunchtime, and not eating on time is not what a gentleman should do!"

Woody's body slammed onto the deck, patting the dirt on his tuxedo and muttering something unrelated to the fight.

"Actually.... The body really grows out of thin air!!"

"I didn't even kill him in this way!" "Is this monster really immortal!!" the sailors muttered to themselves with blank eyes.

And the few clansmen who followed behind Picca Chilo, the elder of the Night Weeping Clan, also faintly began to be afraid when they saw this result!

Woody, for the battle in front of him, has always been very indifferent and elegant.

Or rather..... Woody had never taken the third-order powerhouse in front of him in his eyes, and he didn't think that the Night Crying Clan elder in front of him at all... Have the ability to kill yourself!

When the situation seemed to be about to go on like this, suddenly, the battle on the scene began to usher in a turning point.

"It's almost time to get serious, and it's time for lunch..."

"After all, as a gentleman, I have long developed a good habit of eating on time. I saw Woody, a handsome young man, shaking his shoulders very casually as he spoke.

His original, listless look... began to have a very serious expression, and he said with a straight face: "I don't care about the arcanists you tortured and killed countless human races, because the human arcanists I killed are no less than you!"

"You use conspiracy to set a trap to intercept me, and I can not say anything, after all, life and death fighting... You can do whatever it takes!"

"But you have a sentence that I strongly disagree with, even.... Some angry. As Woody spoke, he looked slightly at the sky and said in a deep voice, "Why is the noble arcanist... Can't solve the problem with your fists?"

"It's just that we're knowledgeable, or are we like a dead house.... Hiding in the Arcane Tower all year round to research and develop arcane models?"

He suddenly looked at this third-order knight powerhouse of the Night Crying Clan, and for the first time his eyebrows showed a hint of his carelessness.... Very serious look: "Perhaps, this is your idea, but for me, the bloody hand-to-hand combat between fists and feet.... It's the highest romance of a gentleman!"

When Picca Chilo heard this, he seemed to understand Woody, who had never fought back... Prepare for the intention to start working now.

Maybe it's the fear of the unknown, or maybe it's.... Woody's constant ignorance made him finally unable to hold back, and he began to suppress his anger, "You guy, a knight-level combat power of a mere second-order high-level, you can't even see my speed clearly, and you still want to resist?"

The Night Weeping Clan's Elder flickered rapidly, and his mouth began to growl!!

"All you rely on is a barely immortal body!!"

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped, and at a speed that Woody couldn't even see clearly, he flashed in front of Woody again and stretched out his hand.... Popped Woody's head alive!!

At the same time, looking at the headless corpse Woody who had no head and fell on the deck, Picca Chilo said fiercely: "As a second-order high-level, you have no power to fight back, and this will only be tortured and killed by me in the third order again and again!!"

"I'm going to make you pay for your frivolity now, and I'm going to want you now.... Die dozens of times!!"

On the deck now.

With a slight arcane fluctuation, Woody's head began to grow gradually, and he got up from the ground, and he was sorry for Picca Chilo, who had killed him countless times.... There was no angry look at all.

"You think I'm really.... Is it just a second-order advanced arcanist?"

Woody shook his head slightly, and as he stood on the deck, he suddenly uttered something of unknown significance. "In a sense, I'm a third-order low-level knight...."

He stood on the deck, looked at the clown-like angry Night Weeping Clan Elder in front of him, and said with a very light tone and a smile: "You're right, I'm just a second-order high-level knight's body, and all I can rely on in front of you is my immortal Woody body." ”

"But ....."

Between the words, a faint light white flame gradually surrounded Woody, and his aura began to rise gradually!"It is precisely because of immortality that I can squander it wantonly.... All the life force in my body!"

Woody's body, a terrifying to the extreme, gradually steaming from nothing.... gradually climbed to the peak and began to impact a certain invisible barrier!

Airplanes!!

The pale white flame of life began to surround Woody's body!!

This steaming white water vapor covered his whole body in a steam-like form, and the pupils of his eyes had disappeared, and even emitted and steamed out white flames visible to the naked eye....

"This is... A secret biography common to knights and arcanists, the forbidden demon pattern martial arts that burns life--- seven degrees of time!"

Knight Kaga, looking at the strange scene of white smoke steaming on Woody's skin in front of him, looked shocked: "Seven degrees of time is to burn all life energy and end his own life, and forcibly raise a level in a short period of time!"

"However, the horizontal grooves in each rank are so powerful, as the price of forcibly upgrading a level, the time to obtain it is only seven seconds, and after seven seconds... Surely death!"

The forbidden demon pattern martial arts of burning life among knight warriors, Messiah naturally heard about it, and when he heard this, he suddenly asked. "A person who has spent all his life and time in exchange for a higher-level combat power is only seven seconds?"

"And rightfully so!"

Mideku, who had been silent on the side, explained: "Low-level, middle-level, high-level, the span combat power of each level is increased geometrically, if you don't use this kind of life-burning move, it almost doesn't exist.... The possibility of fighting across levels!"

In fact, the same is true.

How difficult it is to ascend each level, just like Mideku has been preparing for several years on his own, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will be able to live another life.... Successfully construct an incomparably complex second-order mid-level arcane model, and promote to a second-order mid-level arcanist.

"The combat power strength of the third order low position..... It's just the same as you are now!, and now I only have seven seconds to live..."Woody muttered to himself as he stood on the deck, looking indifferently at his palm, which emitted white smoke like steam.

"But... Enough is enough!!"

"Now, in the first second of the last seven seconds of this life, I'm going to blow you in the face!!"

The voice did not fall....

But Woody's form is gone...

In the next second, his skin was steaming with white smoke in his fist.... It slammed into the face of the Great Elder of the Night Weeping Clan, distorting his countenance...