Uncle B of the pirate is invincible

Chapter 346 The King of the Five Seas
Rear Admiral Dauberman confidently waited for the target pirate ship to be sunk into the sea by his powerful firepower, especially when his excellent dynamic vision caught a shell fired by the ship and drew a pleasing parabola, Accurately flying to the naval gun deck located in the middle of the pirate ship, he was even more certain in his heart: "The battle is over."

"Don't mess with Lao Tzu's boat!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, the cannonball considered by Major General Dauberman to be enough to end the battle was cut in half by a crescent moon that tore through the atmosphere.

"Lanjiao?!" Major General Dauberman, who is a master of the Six Styles, exclaimed. This accident was beyond his expectation.

The major general raised his head to follow Lan Jiao's trajectory, and a brawny man with black hair fluttering and his upper body bare came into his sight in mid-air.

"It's him!"

The major general immediately confirmed that the brawny man was the one who used Lanjiao, because the other party was staring at him viciously at this time, and was walking towards the warship with moon steps.

"Can you even know how to walk on the moon? Bah, another bastard who wants to degenerate!"

Seeing the fallen navy that betrayed justice, Major General Dauberman held the saber around his waist with his right hand, and the scar on his face jumped violently with the raging anger in his heart. The true colors of the hot navy.

"Shh!"

Dauberman, who couldn't wait to clean up the door, did not wait on the warship to wait for work. He used Six Styles. Shaved, and appeared in the air as if teleporting, with his feet on the ground as if walking on the ground. The one who kills is welcome.

"Good come!"

When Burt saw someone on the warship come out to fight with moon steps, he knew that he was definitely a master, and his fighting spirit was very strong. The madness in the roar came out at will, and the domineering aura in his body like a demon god bathing in fire rose to the sky, flaunting it wantonly.

"This offal must be the one that Huang Yuan noticed!"

A huge sense of oppression rushed towards the face with the conspicuous changes of the enemy on the opposite side. Dauberman was amazed and even more murderous. He gathered all the energy and spirit of the whole body on the knife that was about to be cut, and when the two sides approached less than three meters, At this time, Dauberman made the first move.

"Wolf!" The fierce wolf slashed Bert's neck with a knife.

"Baquan!" Completely ignoring the major general's slash, Burt confronted him tit for tat, and with a fist that condensed a strong armed domineering look, he slammed towards Dauberman's face with a tragic momentum.

"Stupid!" His own slash was ignored, Major General Dauberman became more angry, and the sword was three points stronger, and he slashed Bert's neck under the impetus of killing.

"How can..."

"Boom!"

The atmosphere was squeezed by a huge force, and an air ring with a diameter of tens of meters burst out. The sea below was also depressed by the sudden violent shock wave, and then surged back after the shock wave swept away, setting off countless waves. The huge waves of meters high made the sea, which had been awakened by Huang Yuan's eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, completely angry, and countless strange waves screamed and swept all the boats in it.

"Big sister, the ship, the ship is going to sink!" The second mate of the Trade Wind screamed in despair, and in front of him a wall of blue water several meters high was pushing horizontally across hundreds of meters.

"Hold on to the hull!" The sea witch hugged the mast tightly beside her in a coquettish voice, her pale face was pale without a trace of blood, her jade teeth bit her pale lips tightly, her heart was beating violently stop.

Facing Tianwei, the witch is as proud as the sea, and she can't hide her fear. As a devil fruit capable person, she is more afraid of the sea than ordinary people. Her ability can't play any role in this situation. She can only hold on to something that can bring some sense of security. Mast, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Boom!" The azure water wall collided with the Trade Wind, and the terrifying impact threw the thousand-ton pirate ship out of the sea like a toy, and spun towards another pirate ship, the Monsoon. .

"Help!", "I don't want to die", "Mom!"... Countless black dots were thrown from the violently spinning Trade Wind, most of them were pirates on board, and the desperate screams flowed in. The howling wind made it even more miserable.

"Hehehehehe..." The captain of the Monsoon was about to go crazy with fright, suspicious white smoke was already coming out of his mouth, and his body was trembling almost to pieces.

But it can't be said that this old pirate is timid, and no one will perform better than him when a big ship hits his head.Just like the other pirates on the Monsoon, their emotions had already collapsed at this time, and they plunged into the sea regardless, even if they were immediately swept away by the turbulent waves and disappeared, they still went on and on, in an endless stream.

Finally, there was a big thick leg standing still beside him, which allowed the captain to retain a little bit of courage under the effect of the ability. He tried to escape by jumping into the sea without going crazy like the minions. He turned his stiff neck and looked expressionless. Falentine, who was staring at the trade wind above his head, trembled, "Tell, mention, mention..."

He wanted to ask Van Luntien if there was any way to save his life, but the extreme fear made the captain just keep 'talking', unable to say a complete sentence.

Van Luntien didn't pay attention to the ugliness of his subordinates at all, and all his attention was on the trade wind horn on his head at this moment.As a devil fruit capable person, ordinary people can try their luck to jump into the sea, but he, a landlubber, can't do it absolutely. He can only bite the bullet and use his own ability to solve this terrible crisis.

"I, Van Luntien, roam the North Sea. I will never die here, never!"

The falling Tradewind was getting closer and closer, and the wind pressure brought by the huge mass was like an invisible wall of air covering the hull. First, the tallest mainmast broke with a 'click', and then the two shorter masts broke. Then the air wall that cleared away the obstacles finally squeezed onto the deck, and the entire pirate ship sank half a meter in an instant, and the hull made a continuous "click" sound, and could not "raise" the following. The captain didn't even have time to scream, he was crushed onto the deck, thrashing around in vain, like a live fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Van Luntien was also having a hard time, his bones were creaking all over his body, his triangular head was almost squashed into a square, his eyes were even more bloodshot, and might burst open with a bang at any time, the form was extremely dangerous.But this hero of the North Sea, Admiral Haichao, was the only creature standing on the deck. There was no trace of fear on that ugly face, which was full of ferocious madness, and his eyes were fixed on the top. The mast of a sky-reaching wooden gun.

Finally, just as the main mast of the Trade Wind was about to stab at Van Luntien, ending this myth of the North Sea, the man who was already bleeding from his seven orifices moved.

"My hegemony is unstoppable, get the hell out! Reverse the shock!!"

The thin and slender left arm pressed onto the mast one second before the head was stabbed.

"boom!"

The miracle happened!
The Trade Wind was blocked by an irresistible force, no, it was not just blocked, it was lifted up, accelerated continuously under the incredible force, and recoiled towards the boundless sky.

"World, have you seen it? This is me, the king of the five seas, the power of Van Luntien! Hahahahahahahahaha..."

Van Luntien, who looked like a ghost with blood on his face, laughed wildly and stretched out his palm to the sky, as if he had already grasped the world in his hands.

At this time, the highest point of the Monsoon's ship's side was less than a palm's distance from the sea surface.

(End of this chapter)