The sword of the pirate is like a dream

Chapter 93 Attack!Super-sized behemoth!

Nothing happened—

literal meaning.

In awe of the name of the left wheel, Ai Ou began to evade it in advance. After all, compared with the backward muskets in the hands of bandits and pirates, the name of the left wheel sounds much more advanced.

However, after six shots in a row, there was no movement at all, and he couldn't help looking at the man in sunglasses who was still holding his gun.

After the bullet is fired, there must be follow-up movements immediately, either hitting Io's body and bursting out a cloud of blood mist, or hitting the surrounding things to make a noise, but the six bullets of the opponent seem to be empty , there is no follow-up at all.

"Hmph - silent bomb!"

As the man in the sunglasses yelled, a wave of air with flames suddenly exploded at the position where Ai Ou was originally!
Is it the type that can control the detonation at any time?

Ai Ou frowned. If this is the case, the evaluation of the opponent's ability and danger level will be raised by another level. After all, if he can control the detonation at any time, the degree of secrecy will be higher, and it will take more attention to pay attention to the opponent's small movements , you may be caught if you are not careful.

"The next horse is coming, are you ready?"

The man in sunglasses opened the magazine again, blowing air, recovering, and aiming in one go.

"My breath can also explode, surprise?"

Another six-shot burst!

However, Io, who had experience once, easily avoided him before he could shoot.

Fortunately, this guy was too arrogant and directly revealed his abilities, and Ai Ou also avoided a series of analysis processes.

In order to fully develop his skills before, he did not maintain the airflow perception, but now he heard the self-exposure of the man in the sunglasses, and immediately found a few groups of condensed gas flying slowly over when the perception was opened—it was said that it was slow because Io could easily dodge it, In terms of flying speed, it is actually only a line slower than the boogers ejected by the opponent.

Knowing the real body is much easier to deal with. Under the perception of the airflow, this thing is completely invisible, and it is exposed brightly. Ai Ou even had the mood to use the airflow to gather into small pieces and hit them. — This is a product of the same idea that "Air Squeeze" just failed to develop. It is a degraded version. It is absolutely useless to hit people with this, but it is enough to stop this kind of gas bomb.

With a "boom", six groups of gas exploded halfway at the same time, and Mr. 5 immediately frowned.There is clearly nothing in that place...could it be a transparent person with a transparent fruit? !

This guess made Mr. 5 panic. If he was a transparent person, he would not be able to see where the other party was.

Since he can blow it up, he must not be able to eat a few bombs of his own!
With this in mind, Mr. 5 immediately started reloading, and then shot randomly around, never letting go in every direction.

Ai Ou didn't understand what this guy was going crazy, and suddenly started shooting indiscriminately, but this didn't pose any threat to him.After those so-called "silent bombs" were easily detonated by him, it was already certain that they were trigger bombs.

Therefore, the next thing is very simple. He tried to detonate the bullets fired by the man in the sunglasses one by one. It was also a practice of the accuracy of the ability to control the atmosphere - and it had to be said that it was still necessary. It was a bit jerky, and I missed a few balls. Fortunately, I didn't get in danger. After getting more and more proficient, I let them all blow up in vain.

He had a great time playing, but it was miserable for Mr.5. Seeing his "Silent Bomb" explode inexplicably in mid-air, he immediately imagined that the image of the transparent enemy was a A huge creature had already surrounded itself airtightly, and was about to crush itself to death immediately, and the distance of the explosion was getting closer and closer, which just proved his guess.

——Actually, Io became more and more proficient, so he was able to quickly condense out gas blocks and hit those bullets in a shorter time.

In short, Mr.5, who was over-imagined, put more effort into air-loading and shooting, because he found that as long as he shoots fast enough, the distance of the explosion will be farther away, so he thinks that the explosion is still effective against the opponent. , and if it accumulates, it might be able to blow up the opponent—he dare not think about killing him. After eating so many bombs and still maintaining the fruit ability, the enemy must be stronger than himself.

At the beginning, Io used gestures to block the bomb of the man in sunglasses, because this is a newly developed skill, and the proficiency is not very high. It would be easier to use gestures.As his proficiency increased, he gradually reduced gesture assistance in an effort to reduce redundant movements.

During this process, Mr. 5, who found that the explosion distance was getting farther and farther, was overjoyed, but before he finished his joy, the explosion distance approached again, and he was so frightened that he stepped up to blow air and shoot again, so as not to be caught by his own imagination. The transparent behemoth crushed to death at once.

So a strange scene appeared on the battlefield, two people stood still, one blew desperately and shot around randomly, and the other looked around, quite strange.

Ai Ou can already omit all the gestures, but he still needs the help of his eyes to keep up with the movements of the man in sunglasses. Although the airflow perception can mark out all the gas bombs that are shot out, it is just a simple "movement of the mind" to correspond If the position condenses the air, the speed still can't keep up, so I have to compromise, and use my eyes to look at the corresponding position to speed up.

Mr.5 was sweating profusely, and his breathing was extremely short. He was exhausted by repeating the blowing-shooting process. His mouth, which was busy inhaling and blowing, had no energy left to say another word. There was no time to wipe off the sweat.

——He has the kind of body that sweats a lot, and he always maintains a long windbreaker with enough space inside to store various sweat-absorbing items in order to cover up this, so as not to lose his head in front of his glamorous partner; he has always been They all have a little hidden inferiority complex, so their words and deeds are also particularly arrogant.

As long as he looks down on others first, others will naturally be shorter than him——Mr. 5, whose real name is "Jem", thinks so.

The battle became more and more intense, and Mr. 5 didn't care to wipe off his sweat anymore. He was afraid that if he was negligent, the transparent monster would crush him.

Then, unwilling to be lonely, the hand sweats who drilled out densely quickly occupied the entire territory.

Mr.5, who was getting more and more nervous, once again squeezed the revolver and raised it to his mouth; this time, under the rush of the army with sweaty hands, Nanhai's new model flintlock 44-caliber six-shot revolver finally rushed to the free.

Mr. 5 is a skater.

His heart tightened, and then endless panic flooded him——

Without thinking, he tore off the long trench coat, and he used his ultimate move!
"hair burst"

(End of this chapter)