Phantom of the Pirate

On the red island at this time, Locke was confronting a red figure at this time.

The red figure on the opposite side was completely composed of blood-red energy, covered in blood-red armor, with only a pair of eyes shining black on the head.

He still held the blood-colored long sword that was lying on the bluestone platform in his hand, but at this time the broken long sword had returned to its original state.

Drops of blood-donation-like light dripped from the long sword, and when it was about to drop to the ground of the island, it turned into mist and returned to the long sword, which looked very powerful.

"Roar!"

The bloody figure let out a roar, and then rushed over with the sword in mind thinking of Locke.

Locke didn't talk nonsense, he put the Tang knife across his chest, and then saw the light of the knife flash, and several slashes exuding purple light flew out.

Then I saw the blood-colored figure, although he raised his sword to parry, but it was not of much use.

Except for the slash blocked by the long sword, the other slashes still concentrated on his body, and then slashed across his body.

The slash that passed through the body flew about another meter before dissipating in the air.

The blood-colored figure was cut into several sections, and then fell to the ground.

"Damn it, it has become stronger again!" Locke said fiercely, seeing the slash that dissipated after flying one meter away.

As soon as Locke's voice fell, the bloody figure that was cut into several sections by Locke slowly came together, and it didn't take long before he stood up once.

"It's really endless!" Locke complained, but there was no reason for the shot. Before the figure was formed, several slashes flew over.

The bloody figure was chopped into pieces again, but the broken pieces slowly returned to the figure after falling to the ground.

Looking at the bloody figure in front of him who couldn't be cut to death, Locke was very helpless. Originally, he and the white figure who claimed to be the sword god had a good chat.

Who knew that such a thing would happen.

This matter started a few hours ago, when the man who claimed to be the sword god was still telling Locke the story of the past.

"Don't do anything first! Listen to me first!" The white figure stopped Locke who was about to draw his long sword.

"I don't want to hear it! I just want to get out of the island. Either you tell me how to get out of the island, or I will find a way myself!" Locke said firmly.

"Young man, don't be so anxious, if you always behave like this, you will suffer in the future!" The white figure said earnestly.

"What do you want to do? Stop, I haven't finished my sentence yet? If you draw your sword recklessly like this, you will release that man, and then most people on the island will die for you!" Seeing Locke take another step forward, the white figure said quickly.

As for the white figure, Locke was noncommittal. Just during the chat, Locke had already seen that this figure who claimed to be the sword god should not have any offensive power.

Although he looked very powerful when he spoke at the beginning, when he wanted to touch the long sword, he was very nervous.

It was a threat at first, and now he was reasoning with himself again. Even so, he never did anything to Locke. No matter how he looked at him, he was not as strong as he said.

But when he heard and played back something, Locke hesitated.

Although I am very confident in the strength of my partners, if there are so many people in the village who will die because of their actions, to be honest, as a Locke who grew up under the red flag, it is still a bit impossible .

But I have to go out, which is a bit tangled.

So Locke decided to listen to what this guy named Sword God wanted to say, and what was the origin of that sealed guy.

The so-called know yourself, know your enemy, and win a hundred battles. There is no harm in listening first. Anyway, I am not in a hurry. As for why I behaved like that just now, it is only due to my simple displeasure with the figure in front of me.

As a sword god who exists like a lamp god, it's too bad that he can't realize his three wishes.

"Okay! Speak, remember not to talk nonsense!" Locke thought for a while and said to the figure.

"That's right! It's better for young people to be cautious. If you are too impulsive, you will do wrong things. Think about when I was young."

Seeing Locke suddenly put his hand on Tang Dao, the figure stopped abruptly.

"Okay, okay, can't I stop talking!" The figure looked at Locke helplessly and said.

For this white figure, Locke basically felt that he had already figured it out. This is a ostentatious person, and his strength at the beginning was completely pretended.

And that's not all, this guy is still a chatterbox, as long as he talks, he can't stop talking.

"Cough! Cough!" After coughing twice and demonstrating his embarrassment just now, the white figure continued: "This story starts a long time ago, when I was still very young!"

When the figure was talking, he still took time to glance at Locke, who was still putting his hand on the handle of the knife, fearing that he would have a sudden convulsion, so he drew the knife and chopped himself off.

After seeing that Locke didn't do anything, the figure was slightly relieved, and then continued.

"At that time, I was just 20 years old, and my swordsmanship had already reached the realm of perfection. In the world, it was basically difficult to beat my opponent. Even those strong people who had eaten the fruit of heaven did not dare to act presumptuously in front of me! Those who belong to him are called Sword God Lingfeng." Said the figure raised his head proudly.

"If you're talking nonsense, I'll do it!" Locke said threateningly as he looked at the figure who was moved by him speechlessly.

"Hmph! If it hadn't been too long, you wouldn't be able to catch my sword at all!" The figure said, looking at Locke with disdain.

Locke didn't say much, and directly pulled out a piece of Tang Dao.

"Ahem! What did we talk about just now?"

"That's right! I just said that I was 20 years old, and I was already invincible in martial arts, and it was rare to meet an opponent in the world."

The figure asked and answered by itself and began to talk again.

"Until I met that person, that person's swordsmanship is not much weaker than mine, but his swordsmanship is based on killing, and the sword will be stained with blood. People in the world call it the sword demon."

"As long as someone provokes him, he will kill his whole family, even the small animals in the family will not be spared."

"His reputation has basically reached the point where he can stop children from crying."

"Because I have committed too many evils and no one can cure them, someone finally came to me." said the white figure with nostalgic eyes.

I didn't notice Locke's mouth twitching when he heard the story.