Law of the Devil

There was a murderous air in the room, and a biting cold shone on Du Wei's body. Du Wei only felt like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake.

I saw the servant in gray behind Lan Hai. Although he just stood there quietly, after Du Wei said the phrase It's an enemy, it's a friend. His eyes were fixed on Du Wei like an eagle, and the biting murderous aura shone on Du Wei's body.

He was obviously an unremarkable guy dressed as a servant, and he didn't have any expression on his face, just standing behind Lan Hai. Just such a look. But it gave Du Wei a feeling of extreme danger. Du Wei could only feel such a sense of oppression in the past from masters like Hussein or Rodriguez, but obviously such a servant can also have such a feeling. momentum!

With a ding, the teacup in Du Wei's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The gray-clothed servant's gaze was like a sharp sword. Although Du Wei felt a heavy burden in this kind of eyes. But his face did not reveal the slightest clue. He even turned his head and turned his side to the servant without reservation. Then look at the blue ocean. A smile on his face seems to be very relaxed. Sighing slightly, he said, Mr. Lan Hai, it seems that you have already made a decision in your heart?

Lan Hai huddled in the chair, he was tightly wrapped in the blanket, in the biting cold wind in the morning. He was like an ordinary aging old man, holding out his hand tremblingly to hold the teacup. He sighed slowly, and then sighed—his sigh was full of exhaustion, and he said in a low voice: Master Tulip Duke, if I wanted to be your enemy, why did I send my eighty disciples back then? Woolen cloth……

Du Wei smiled lightly, his eyes flickered and said: Mr. Lan Hai. As I said just now, your intentions may not have been pure at the beginning. I'm afraid that you may have selfish intentions in helping me pacify the Northwest. Today you sent someone to invite me here Here...the so-called dark moon and high winds kill night... Du Wei couldn't help but looked up at the sky outside the window at this time. He smiled lightly, then turned his head and stared at Lan Hai closely. Although his tone was relaxed, his eyes were dignified: Although it is not night, there is no moonlight in the sky. But the place is very secluded, and there is this breeze Still water is not elegant, in such a quiet and elegant place, killing a lot of people, and then burying them on the ground is probably very secretive. If you die in such a place, even after you die, you can listen to that day and night The sound of Taotao water is also pretty good.”

Lan Hai laughed when he heard the words, and then he raised his hand. He signaled the servant in gray behind him to leave. The gray-clothed servant refused at first. He looked at the blue sea hesitantly. There was some hesitation in his eyes. Lan Hai sighed faintly and said: Although you have been with me for so many years, your current cultivation level is considered good. But that person will come after a while. Even if you stay here, I am afraid that you will not be able to meet him face to face. Now, since I dare to sit here, I am sure of it.

The gray-clothed servant saw his master's resolute expression, although he was a little reluctant. He had no choice but to take the order to leave the room and slowly close the door.

When only Du Wei and Lan Hai were left in the room, Lan Hai smiled at Du Wei and said, Now don't worry, I'm just a weak one. Would the famous Duke of Tulip still be afraid? A frail old man?

Du Wei smiled: A disciple of the Daxue Mountain sect. How can there be someone useless. He paused. Du Wei said again: What do you mean that the person came? You said that person. Did you date anyone else besides me today?

It's not an outsider, just an old friend.

Du Wei's expression changed, Old friend? Lan Hai looked out the window and took a deep breath: There are many kinds of old friends. But this old friend is the one who wants my life wholeheartedly. Turning his head to look at Du Wei, he said calmly, Your Excellency, you can rest assured now. In fact, I invited you here just to invite you to be a spectator.

Du Wei looked disapprovingly: Audience? I have never been interested in being this kind of audience, whether you kill someone or someone else kills you. Isn't it interesting to watch such a scene? Or You, Mr. Lan Hai, have such a hobby. Do you like to be watched by someone when you kill or be killed?

Lan Hai smiled: Of course I don't have such a hobby. It's just that you must be the audience today. I think you are in the northwest, Mr. Duke. Of course, you are very curious about the things in Daxue Mountain. The person I am waiting for today is on Daxue Mountain. visitors.

Although Du Wei was full of doubts. But looking at Lan Hai's unfathomable expression, he didn't know how to ask again. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room froze involuntarily.

It's windy in the morning. The two people in the room, the old and the young, just sat opposite each other, with only a jug of water in between. Neither of them spoke. Everyone has their own thoughts.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the darkness of the dawn gradually receded, a little whiteness appeared on the far horizon outside the window, and a faint red mark was revealed faintly in the morning light on the horizon. Lan Hai looked at the figure that was still about to rise in the distance, and said in a low voice: It's almost time. That person should come too. I have made so many appointments with him and he has never been late. Today should be no exception. .”

At this moment, Du Wei's heart suddenly moved. He is a magician. The sensitivity of the senses is far better than that of ordinary people. Although he didn't hear the slightest sound, his mental power naturally enveloped the entire small building when he sat here. At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if a strange force invaded the envelope of his mental power. Du Wei tried to catch it with his heart, but it felt too strange. The feeling of being engulfed by the intrusion of his spiritual power was only a flash. Obviously, the cultivation of the spiritual power of the incoming person is probably better than his own.

With this feeling in Du Wei's heart, he was about to speak when he heard Lan Hai sigh, He's already here.

With Lan Haidi's sigh. Du Wei suddenly felt a kind of vigilance in his heart, and he couldn't help but look up as if there was a feeling in his heart. I saw that the screen near the door of this room was originally empty behind it, but Du Wei looked up for such a short moment. Suddenly the silhouette of a figure appeared behind the screen. I don't know when this person came. It just appeared suddenly. Like a ray of ghost, After all these years, your ears are still very good.

The voice was soft and musical. Listening to it, people can't help but feel close. It's just that such a melodious voice fell into Du Wei's ears, but it seemed to have a strange attraction. Originally, Du Wei's cage illuminated the entire mental force field, as if the tranquility had been thrown into a stone, and suddenly it was impossible to maintain the original tranquility. What's more, the man's voice is so weird that it seems to have a kind of charm. People are attracted involuntarily. Even at the moment of speaking, even a magician with strong mental power like Du Wei lost his mind instantly. .

Lan Hai seemed not to be disturbed by this. I don't even look at the figure behind the screen. He just smiled and said in a low voice, You really didn't disappoint me, nor were you late.

It's a pity that you let me down. The voice didn't finish. The man has turned out from behind the screen.

Du Wei finally saw the appearance of this man clearly. His white robe was exactly the attire of a white-clothed shaman on Daxue Mountain, his long silver-gray hair was disheveled, and a few strands of messy hair on his forehead covered his eyes, which flickered behind the messy hair. As bright as the cold stars in the sky on a winter night, Du Wei is no stranger to the costume of a white-clothed shaman on the Daxue Mountain, when he fought the prairie people under the city of Jiliat in the northwest. Du Wei also personally killed a white-clothed shaman, and he also pretended to be a white-clothed shaman to deceive the messengers of the grassland peace talks during the peace talks with the grassland people, so of course Du Wei recognized the white-clothed shaman's attire at a glance Come out, but this person's attire is a little different. I saw a golden belt tied around the waist of his white robe, and on the belt was matched a scimitar of a common style on the grassland, that scimitar was very small. The size is less than half of the usual. There is a thumb-sized pearl inlaid on the end of the handle.

Although Du Wei is not good at martial arts. But with a strong intuition, he could see at a glance that the machete was by no means a pretentious ornament, which just made Du Wei feel strange. He also knows a lot about Daxue Mountain, but he has never heard of any white-clothed shaman who is a master of both magic and martial arts, and as a shaman, he is openly equipped with a warrior's weapon. Then this person's martial skill must not be low.

What makes Du Wei even more strange is that what Lan Hai said just now is an old friend of many years. Du Wei also guessed that the person who came here might not be younger, and most of them are people of the same age as Lan Hai. But looking at this person's appearance, he has fair skin. Pale. There were no wrinkles on his face at all. If he just looked at his appearance, he might be at least 40 or 50 years younger than Lan Hai.

After the man came out from behind the screen, he stared at Lan Hai quietly for a while, and said in a calm voice: You have aged a lot over the years. I remember that when I saw you last time, your face was not so How wrinkled. Hasn't your wound been healed since we met last time? Then he looked at Du Wei again. The sharp eyes swept over Du Wei. In an instant, Du Wei felt as if he had been completely seen through. There was a touch of surprise and admiration in the man's eyes: It seems that you have not been idle all these years. You have accepted such an outstanding disciple. I have heard people say that there is a person who is good at using frost on the mainland. The fighting spirit warrior seems to be named Rodriguez, who has reached the level of a paladin, probably he is, but he is so young, I think we have many disciples on the Daxue Mountain, but we can have such an outstanding appearance There are not many of them.

Don't get me wrong, he is not my disciple. Lan Hai glanced at Du Wei: This is the famous Duke Tulip on the mainland. The disciple of the magister Gandolf has a little relationship with our Daxue Mountain .Today I invited him here just as a spectator. If I die unfortunately, I will also trouble him to collect my body.

When the man heard the name Gandalf, a gleam flashed in his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: Oh? Gandolf. Is that the guy who is known as the number one magician in the mainland? So it's his disciple, no wonder. No wonder. After finishing speaking, he just nodded. Don't look at Du Wei anymore.

Du Wei noticed that when this person mentioned Gandolf, it was as if he was talking about the number one magician in the mainland. Not only was there no respect in his tone, but there was a hint of disdain on the contrary.

Okay, you and I have been waiting for this day for too long. Since this is the case, let's start. The man looked at Lan Hai and frowned slightly: It's just that you still stand up now?

Lan Hai sighed lightly when he heard the words: It doesn't matter whether you stand up or not, since you have been waiting for this day for too long, then you might as well do it.

He sighed softly, and this sigh contained many complex meanings such as regret, emotion, intolerance, hatred, etc. Before the sigh was finished, the person's body suddenly disappeared on the spot. The next moment had already flashed in front of Lan Hai, and even a strong man like Du Wei couldn't see the movement clearly, only to see the man's palm lightly waved, and a ball of fiery light suddenly burst out in the palm of his hand . The palm faced Lan Hai's forehead and pressed it down.

Lan Hai was wearing a blanket. She looked like a frail old man. Obviously already looks weak. Without hearing a chirping sound, the blanket all over his body suddenly shattered due to the cold. Turning into countless fragments and flying, the blue sea cage shone in a mass of silver-white light, and at this moment a frail old man showed an awe-inspiring and inviolable expression between his brows. He originally hid his hands under the blanket. Gently pointing out the fingers, a bit of cold air condensed between the fingers. Although this bit of cold air seemed small, it turned into a whistling ice edge in an instant when it pointed at the man's chest.

The man smiled slightly. He took a step back with a sneer, and it turned out that his empty hand was blocking his chest. With another swipe, with a wave of his palm, he instantly wiped away the whistling icy edge of Lan Hai, and the man pushed it out with his palm, and the fiery light from his palm roared out, and Lan Hai looked awe-inspiring. Raising his skinny arms to meet it, the mass of crimson fiery heat collided with the silver-white cold air, and the red and white were immediately separated into positions, but strangely, there was no life under the impact.

I saw Lan Hai with his beard flying and his sleeves bulging, obviously he had tried his best. And the man just retreated with one blow, and after a push, his body floated away gently. Withdrawing his arms and standing behind his back, he nodded and smiled, It seems that you are still immobile.

However, Lan Hai seemed to be struggling a bit. Du Wei was so close that he could already see Lan Hai's chest heaving gently, but the two balls of cold air between Lan Hai's palms were still covered with red-hot flames. The anger dissipated, and finally he had to withdraw a hand. With a hook of his finger, he immediately sucked out a stream of water from the pot on the table.

What a powerful fire spell this white-clothed shaman used. How can this small pot of water be extinguished? It's just that there is a stream of Wenshui. The flame immediately seemed to have found a place to vent, and immediately broke away from Lan Hai's control. Burn all the way along the water flow. I heard a few chi chis, and the water was instantly evaporated by the fire. It turned into a faint white gas, but the flame didn't stop at all. Quickly swooped on the kettle on the table. The silver kettle was gasified in an instant, leaving no scum left. .

Du Wei sat aside and watched the two fight. Both of them moved quickly and shortly. It's dizzying. It's like seeing the flames used by the white-clothed shaman. It made Du Wei even more frightened. This strange flame is so powerful. He actually burned a silver pot without a trace in an instant - Shewei himself is considered an expert in fire magic, especially if he uses intensive fireball techniques to kill people. It's just that the ordinary flame temperature can burn this silver pot in such a short time! The spell on the Daxue Mountain is really weird and powerful.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke in from outside. It was the gray-clothed servant, his whole body was full of silver fighting spirit. His face was murderous. He shouted: Don't hurt sir!

After speaking, he stretched out his palm. The fighting spirit in the palm of the hand instantly condensed an ice sword, and he flew forward. When a person is in the air, he chops down with a sword. This sword shone coldly. Frost grudge has been brought to the extreme. The whole room became cold in an instant, and the tip of the ice sword brought out a vortex of ice and snow mixed with fine ice edges, roaring towards the white-clothed shaman.

Du Wei looked at it and raised his eyebrows. This humble servant, the power of this sword. Bingshuang's martial arts attainments were faintly comparable to Sebasta's, the major general of the Northwest Army. Du Wei guessed in his heart that the gray-clothed servant's martial arts might be at level eight.

With a chuckle all over his body, the white-clothed shaman whispered softly: Frost battle qi is not used in this way.

He spoke very slowly. The servant in gray came very fast with his sword. But at this time. Time and space seem to have a chaotic distortion. Obviously, the servant in gray had stabbed his face with a sword, but when he finished speaking this sentence slowly, the sword hadn't pierced him yet.

It's not the first time Du Wei has seen this sense of time-space distortion and confusion, and today he saw this time-space distortion and confusion scene again. Two words suddenly jumped out of Du Wei's heart:

holy steps!!!.