"Elegant arrogance...."

Messiah looked at Woody, a handsome man in front of him who talked and laughed easily even in the face of a great enemy, and suddenly made a comment from the bottom of his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's the first time I've seen it, but I'm still surprised!"

Standing beside Messiah, the Navigator of Midku smiled bitterly to himself: "Immortal Woody, ranked seventh on the deep-sea wanted list, although not the strongest combat power, but the most mysterious evil arcanist, known as the immortal body of a thousand hammers. ”

"The mystery of the immortality of his body is reasonable, and it is completely beyond all the logic of the world! However, since it is an arcane developed by Woody himself, it must also conform to the basic logic of the existence of the real world of arcane!"

Midku looked at Woody, who was obviously pierced through the heart in front of him, but stood up as if nothing had happened, "What kind of terrible arcane has this monster developed to have such an amazing immortal body in a certain sense!"

In fact, not all Arcanists follow the path of their predecessors.

Every powerful arcanist has basically reached a high level, and the level of knowledge accumulated by them is already comparable to that of a huge library.

One could almost say so .... Every high-level arcanist is basically a development and research scholar with a very wide range of knowledge.

Its understanding of the structure of the world, as well as a wealth of knowledge.... It is enough to develop all kinds of powerful and mysterious arcane models in the spiritual sea.

And the evil arcanists who have committed heinous crimes and can still get away with it....... Basically, there are a group of top-notch combat power existences who have independently developed their own arcane!

In other words, a group of arcanists like Midku, who have no ability to develop arcane arts, and can only practice the arcane laws of their predecessors, can only be at the bottom.

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In the deep blue sea.

There was a fishing boat floating alone, not only the sailors who were squatting in the corner, but also two high-ranking powerhouses standing staring at each other on the deck.

The atmosphere of silence is about to spread....

Suddenly, the elders of the Night Weeping Clan broke all this!!

Piccachiro suddenly jumped up from the sea....

From Woody, who rushed to the deck of the ship, Picca Chilo's huge fist full of dark scale armor let out a roar in the humid sea air!!

Bang!!

Woody looked at the fist full of scales in the casserole in front of him, and the way to deal with this punch turned out to be.... Woody suddenly stretched out his punch and punched it out!

Smack!

With the sound of minced meat being crushed, where the fists met, Woody's fist... Suddenly exploded, turning into a blood mist in the air!

"Eternal Woody?"

Picca Chilo looked at Woody, who was only left with his shoulder and lost an arm, but he didn't have anything to do, and suddenly laughed softly, his expression gradually became hideous, "If you don't guess, your immortal body is also flawed!"

The Night Weeping Clan Elder has fought countless battles in his life, and has seen and killed too many powerful arcanists.

He was extremely experienced in combat, and he could see a little clue at a glance: "I heard that you are a knight and an arcane dual cultivator, but you can only use the knight's physical combat ability, but your arcane can't use it, probably because of the relationship between maintaining an immortal body, right?"

"It's really sad, as a noble arcanist, you can only fight with your own fists!" As the Night Weeping Clan Elder spoke, his legs suddenly bent slightly, and he took a big leap!

Bang!

The deck of the ship was trampled to pieces by the Night Weeping Elders!

In an instant, he slammed into Woody, who had lost an arm, at great speed. "As a noble arcanist, you can only fight with your fists, this is simply a disgrace to the arcanist!"

Smack!

Woody's head was instantly beaten by the Night Crying Clan Elder, with a casserole-sized fist.... Woody's headless corpse fell to the deck in an instant!

The next moment...

Suddenly, a slight arcane fluctuation reappeared... Woody's mangled corpse shimmered with arcane light, and in an instant, Woody's head and arms were again.... grew out.

"Blame... Monster!"

The sailors who were huddled in the corner of the deck to watch suddenly couldn't help but spit out this sentence, "Actually.... The head was blown out, and it can really grow, is this still a human!!"

"It's funny! haha! Interesting!!"

When the Night Crying Clan Elder saw this scene, even if he was well-informed, he couldn't help but be surprised. "My head exploded, but it can really grow!"

He burst out laughing, with a look of extreme resistance: "In my life, I like to blow up human brains the most, and now I am the human arcanist who has my head blown out.... There were thirty-seven of them. However, it was the first time I had seen my head blown out... The guy who can grow back!"

"What is the essence of this arcane art you've developed?" said Piccaquillo softly to himself. "I'm interested!"

"It's sacrificing the combat ability of the arcane, it's the construction of a variant model of 'Spiritism'.... In exchange for creatures like the Ryuki starfish..... 's ability to regenerate ultra-quickly?"

"That's not right!!"

The elder of the Night Crying Clan lowered his head slightly, dragging his chin with his hand as if he was thinking very seriously, "Even if it is a super rapid regeneration ability, it is impossible to break the head, and it can still grow!"

"After all, for an arcane artist, the shattering of the spiritual sea in the depths of his mind is no different from death!"

"Then, injuries such as broken arms cannot be recovered, only fatal death can be restarted and restored to a healthy and undamaged state, just like resetting a certain period of time in the entire body, is it an arcane similar to time rewinding?"

But after thinking about it, Picca Chilo denied this answer again, "It can be modeled after the rules of temporality... Simulating part of the laws of the nature of the world.... The construction of arcane models can only be done by the gods and demons of the ancient divine era who are high above!

In an instant, many conjectures about the structure of this arcane art popped up in the elder's mind, but there were no answers, and he gradually stopped conjectures.

"Since I can't guess the principle of the arcane model of immortality, this body of Woody, who claims to be immortal.... Is it true that there are no defects and that there is no immortality?"

Picca Chilo, looking at Woody's appearance in an instant, had already made up his mind in his heart, and he said to the Night Crying clan people beside him, "Bring the knife!"

"Since the neurotoxins around the body are ineffective, and vital organs such as the heart and head are not weaknesses, I want to see... If it is cut into a pureed meat, will a Woody grow out of thin air again?"

"You guy, you're talking about something!" Woody stood there with a very bored expression, looking at Picca Chilo, who was casually moving to him and talking to himself.

"I only fought back a few times, and this guy thought he could go to heaven...", he suddenly looked up, looked at the cloudless weather above the coastline, looked listless, and yawned.

"Speaking of which, it's almost noon, lunch time, eating on time, is a gentleman's highest obedience---"

Before Woody finished speaking, countless sword lights flashed from him....

Brush, brush, brush!!

Just as Woody was yawning, Piccachiro suddenly took a sharp blade, and instantly flashed in front of a nonchalant Woody, waving a rain of knives, like raindrops!

Suddenly...

Woody didn't choose any body that didn't resist, and suddenly under the sharp knife, it turned into a bloody piece of meat, and then from the piece of meat... It becomes a delicate minced meat!

Immediately after, Piccillo slammed the back of his knife and slammed the flesh into the waters around the ship.

After doing these things, Picca Chilo's hand shook, and the blood-stained blade was left behind the Night Weeping Clan attendant beside him, "Go on!"

He then looked back confidently and said as he prepared to return to the deep sea, "Eternal Woody... That's just that, with his super regeneration ability, he is indeed a very tricky guy who runs rampant in the second order of the deep sea!"

Piccachiro took an assessing posture and said in a deep voice: "But if you encounter a powerful existence above the third order that can crush him at will and beat him into slag, it is nothing more than meat on the chopping board... That's it!!"