"Right arm!"

"Coccyx"

"...... Throat"

"Lower abdomen"

......

Infit had been practicing with the old man for more than a month, and he now saw that ten people might be able to identify one or two real weaknesses.

"Don't be in a hurry, it's not a simple matter to find weaknesses, it's possible that the weaknesses of your enemy don't know themselves, but you have to distinguish them in just a few seconds, this requires accumulated practice, I can't teach you, and I can't do it quickly" The old man looked at Infit, he was not very satisfied with his improvement in a month.

Although Infeit was still not satisfied, but the old man said it, he could only nod his head in approval.

The old man knew that Infit had only superficially listened.

"After knowing the weakness, it is necessary to form your own killing style, one blow to defeat the enemy, not what you think, I saw a weakness, I took advantage of his unpreparedness to kill him, the so-called style, is the way you are good at cutting, how to go around the opponent's back, that is, his blind spot" The old man said.

The first thing that came to Infett's mind was his Celestial Walk, and he felt that Brint's combat skills were the top cutting skills.

But he didn't say.

The old man continued, "Generally speaking, there are all kinds of different types of cutting magic in black magic, and in addition, the more suitable cutting is wind magic, because the element of cutting is silence and extreme instantaneous speed"

As he spoke, the old man's whole body turned into a black veil and turned into a wisp of smoke, and Infit saw this wisp of black smoke drifting towards him, but he didn't react, and the next second, a hand suddenly stretched out in the black smoke, and the surrounding black smoke turned into a sharp knife, which directly hit Infit's neck.

The black smoke gradually condensed, and it changed back into the appearance of an old man: "This is a way of cutting, relatively speaking, it is more focused on silence"

As he spoke, the old man's eyes changed, and a black afterimage was drawn, and he came behind Infit, and the black blade stretched out from behind and grabbed his neck.

"This is another kind of thing," the old man put the knife away, "Actually, when you first entered my house, you did a good job, but unfortunately, you are not clever enough to hide your own aura and murderous intent, and it is still difficult to complete a complete kill with no speed, especially if you want to kill someone with a higher level of magic cultivation than yourself."

The Celestial Walk is not suitable for long walks, but the rapid movement and delicate pace in a small area are top-notch, and Infeit is now trying to make her murderous intent less visible.

"Actually, we are in the ring, so we are limited by the conditions, and there is one of the dumbest but most useful ways to kill in general, which is to wait for the person you want to kill when he is tired, I like this method very much, it is very healthy" The old man said with a smile.

Just when Infeit was still thinking and studying, the old man had already brought the meal to the table: "Maintaining good physical strength is also an important part of successful killing, come on, there will be a blood sea of life and death battle in the afternoon"

The night game can basically be perfectly avoided by the old man, although Sherlock staring at Infeit can also see the old man's tricks, but it is not foul, the night is irregular, and he is not the only one who has survived by one move for a few years.

......

Infit has to stand on this dueling platform every day, and now the combination of him and the old man has become famous, and many people are reluctant to line up with them, because the two of them basically book two survival places as soon as they get on the field, so every time Infit and the old man are in a row in the team, there is often no one behind for half a day, and the people who happen to be in front of him will suddenly leave.

"Seven, eight, nine, ten!" the tenth just clicked on Infeit in front of the old man, and the old man was coincidentally placed in the next round.

Infit was stunned for a moment, glanced at the old man, the old man smiled, and nodded at him: "It's okay, believe in yourself"

Without the help of the old man, those who were originally a little nervous suddenly relaxed a little.

"Hey, boy, you won't survive today without that old thing by the side" A big man with a pointed helmet was the only one who told everyone else's thoughts.

Infitri ignored him.

But he did feel that the nine eyes on the dueling table were all focused on him, as if nine hunters were staring at a lamb.

As the sharpened iron railing rises, the battle of life and death in the sea of blood has officially begun!

A tremor almost erupted from the feet of the others on the dueling platform, and in front of Infit, nine people rushed up together.

The nine shadows even covered the people of Infit, and the young man in front of them, who was fragile and could only hide behind the old man, even closed his eyes arrogantly in the face of the siege of the nine.

Six-Star Extended Mystery • Divine Knowledge!

It will take a long time to judge the enemy's weaknesses based on his own ability, but with the assistance of Divine Knowledge, Infit seems to have opened an eye of heaven at this time.

Bright Blade!

The first form of the Celestial Walk - One Step!

Lumbar vertebrae, lower abdomen, ankles, side neck, eyes, eyebrows, right arm, chest, calf bones!

Bright Nine Consecutive !!

Like a golden bolt of lightning, Infit slid out at once, and when everyone was dazzled, the weaknesses of each of the nine people were all slashed by the sharp Bright Divine Blade.

Infeit had already appeared behind the nine people, and the nine people, in silence, landed one after another.

Some were dead, some were blind, some were lame, some had broken arms, some had severed hands, and whatever injuries they had, they were almost fatal.

Infeit didn't look at his results, he quietly felt such a state, his brain seemed to be running fast, maybe it was because he practiced the old man's sense of sight and smell, he really had a feeling of opening God's perspective just now, this feeling was very comfortable.

An incredible light also flashed in the old man's eyes, but the next second it was pressed down.

"Infeit seems to have made a lot of progress this month" The moment Infeit made a move, the cup in Sbuch's hand stopped, and the black tea leaked onto his body.

Although Sherlock is still not satisfied with Infit's sense of precaution, it seems that under the teaching of this old man of unknown origin, he has made a lot of progress.

But as a father, Sherlock only frowned a little, and didn't say anything about Infeit in front of Sbuch.

While talking, Infit had already come out of her senses, and with a wave of her hand, nine golden long swords fell from the sky, whether they were alive or dead, the nine golden long swords were impartial and accurately inserted into the chest of each of them.

1 out of 10!

Infit's actions undoubtedly tell everyone that he is not only strong when he is with the old man, but also strong himself.

The sharpened iron railing was retracted, and Infit slowly walked down the dueling platform, and the people around him who were already alive consciously moved out of the way, and they didn't even dare to look at Infit.

Infit stood silently at the exit of the survivor - he was waiting for the old man.

The old man was the first in the next game, and when he went up, he sat directly at the exit of the survivors, his hands in each other, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

And the people who came up actually consciously stayed away from the old man, and the sharpened iron railing reappeared, and was directly used as a backrest by the old man, and the other nine people, as if they didn't see him, fought with each other.

It wasn't until there were only three men left, and the iron railing behind the old man opened automatically, that he walked slowly, followed by three exiles who were completely limb but had survived.

Two people, one old and one young, walked to the door of the seventh circle to receive food in everyone's eyes.

"If they continue like this, they may directly break the rules of the sixth circle, but it's not a big deal, but Infeit won't get exercise," Sbuch said, looking at the picture.

Sherlock is also very clear that from today onwards, the spread of the exiles in the sixth circle may have spread, and few of them may be willing to fight with the two of Infit, as long as they stand on the dueling table, they will automatically have a survivor position.

Sherlock watched Infit and the old man of unknown origin take the rich food and walk back, he also closed the magic crystal ball: "There is no shortage of masters in the sixth circle"

......

Golander sat up from his Black Spirit Temple, and beside him lay a female orc of the fox clan, enchanting and colorful, but at this time, Golander had no heart to appreciate this graceful body.

He looked at the Book of Gods • Continent Map!

The shining sun-like point of light had been in the Temple of Eternal Light, but the members of the Dark Church who were on the front line blocking the progress of the Modist priestly forces had heard that they had met the Pope, and in an instant the ranks were scattered.

"Could it be some kind of light clone?" Golander looked at the map, and the Church team headed west, past the Imperial Capital District, and directly through the Cranmore District to reach the Exile Lands.

Now the acting bishop of the Fire Rowin Sect in the Cranmore District is Norhan, and Simberdin is still practicing in the penal land, if they really meet Pope Otten, they really can't beat it, but such a small matter requires the Pope to take action himself, and he is not afraid to break into his Eternal Light Temple by himself.

Golander still doesn't believe that the Book of God is not the power of the Church, it is the inheritance of the predecessor period, it should not deceive people, even Puri in his heyday cannot escape the Book of God.

"Halley!" a magic circle appeared in front of Golander, and the "disabled person" who had been in the chaise longue all day appeared in front of him.

"What's the matter, it's in the afternoon, don't you bother," said Harley, as Moyt fanned his fan.

"Let me ask you something, where is Orton now?" said Goland.

"Orton, what are you asking him for, don't you have a book of gods, just read it yourself, you're much more accurate than me" Harley thought that Goland was playing tricks on him, and he had to turn off the magic circle of communication.

"People in our church say he showed up in Cranmore, but my book of God shows that he is indeed still in the Temple of Eternal Light," Golander said.

"Then be in the temple, and listen to the book"

"Show me!"

"Good, good" Harley couldn't resist Goldland, he waved his hand, and a magic crystal ball appeared, on which appeared the scene of the Temple of Eternal Light, the Temple of Contemplation, Otong stood quietly in front of the huge statue, as if it were a day, "It's still there, Cranmore is fake"

"Is your magic any good?"

"Get out!"

A new chapter is presented, I hope you like it.