I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Hey, would even the Golden Emperor turn to the Celestial Dragons for help?" Sith sneered disdainfully, looking at Gilder Tezoro with eyes full of contempt.

Tezoro's eyelids twitched, and his heart hurt. As long as there were other ways, he would not use the name of the Celestial Dragon.

But the effect is still there. Aren't Sith's movements obviously slower than before?

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This is the shortcoming of the World Government. No matter how strong they are, they still cannot disobey the orders of the Celestial Dragons.

"Why don't you get out of the way quickly? If you retreat now, I can pretend that nothing has happened. Otherwise, I, the Tianlong people, will not let you have an easy time."

Gilder Tezzolo began to roar loudly at Sith in a triumphant manner, and Sith shook his head as if he was looking at a clown.

"Gilder Tezoro, what do you mean? A man who kills dogs will become a dog? Don't forget your past and beg for mercy from the Draco. Are you really willing?"

After saying that, the Sith's knife struck again, and the golden drill was cut away with one move. The whole person was like an unpredictable shadow in the air, and it only took a blink of an eye to touch Tezzolo's side.

When he raised the sword and dropped it, the sword seemed to have been drawn in vain.

Tezzolo's face changed again and again, from fear to anger.

That guy really found out about his past.

He was more concerned about this than the sudden attack by the Sith.

That was the pain he had hidden deep in his heart that no one could touch. How dare he...

No, what doesn't he dare to do? He is so powerful and has such a tough backing that even the Tianlong people dare not look down on him. What can a person with extraordinary talent like him who can be called a star of tomorrow not dare to do?

Abandoning the last trace of luck in his heart, Tezzolo's face became more and more cruel. His expression was not like a human being, but like a wild beast in the jungle that was beginning to fight for its life.

The Tianlong people couldn't save him, and his money couldn't save him either. The only one who could save him now was himself.

With scarlet eyes, Tezzolo's body twisted together strangely, and the gold coating around it condensed into a gorgeous armor.

He turned around, punched, and then with a bang, his whole body was knocked away by the Sith knife.

puff!

Scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth, like a slightly brighter blood-colored rainbow. His eyes were a little distracted, and everything in the past was playing in his mind.

Absolute strength is absolute strength and will never be changed by some small means.

He was dying. He could feel that his life was passing away bit by bit. The huge wound extended from his neck to his lower abdomen. The blood was pumping out and he couldn't cover it even if he wanted to.

Stella, he saw Stella's gentle and clear eyes again, this was not a good sign.

"I won't make it easy for you, Wilson Sith, I won't make it easy for you, die, die, die to me, let this giant ship Grantesoro be buried with me, the Golden Ocean !”

Tezoro's ability was activated with all his strength, and the gold originally stored in various parts of the giant ship began to tremble almost at the same time, then shattered and turned into a golden torrent.

He didn't want to use gold to limit the footsteps of the Sith. He just wanted to flood the entire Gulan Tezoro. Since this city rose because of him, why not accompany him?

The world's largest entertainment city, hundreds of thousands of tourists, and three Tianlong people, it's worth it. It's worth it to hide with him like this. He won't leave everything to the enemy, if he can't grasp it. In the palm of his hand, he would rather destroy.

"Destroy? This is not possible. Your identity, your status, and everything about you are an indispensable part of my plan. You'd better stay here obediently!"

Putting away the long knife, Sith's two hands stretched out at the same time. The top was covered with darkness, which was bottomless.

Suddenly, the darkness was like a forest fire in the mountains in autumn. When it encountered the wind, it instantly swelled up wildly. The wind, wind and fire were in a trance, as if the end of the world was coming.

It was not fire, not darkness, it was soul, it was spirit. Sith's back seemed to be covered with a cloak woven by the soul, and the golden ocean was wrapped in it from all sides in an instant.

Tezoro's face froze. He had completely lost. No matter whether it was the Sith or trying to destroy Gulan Tezoro, he could not do it. The boundless darkness seemed to threaten him and the world. Separated, people outside can neither feel him nor affect the outside world.

Stab it!

There was a pain in his chest, and he lowered his head with some difficulty. His body was pierced by a slender right hand, and his heart was held.

It was Sith, it was Wilson Sith. He didn't even need to raise his head, he knew who the owner of that hand was.

It was over, his magnificent life was over, and it ended in his own territory.

As soon as his eyes narrowed, Gilder Tezzolo no longer lived.

The shadows and darkness dispersed. Because of the deliberate suppression of the Sith, the disaster was limited to a radius of one kilometer. It was like drawing a big circle with a compass on Gulan Tezoro. There were basically two circles inside and outside the circle. Different worlds, one is like the end of the world, and the other is still reveling in life, feasting, and feasting, although no one is interested in having fun now.

The gold that permeated the surroundings was almost crushed into a pile of gold cakes by the darkness of the Sith.

Boom~da!

Several broken walls were lifted, and Rob Luqi crawled out from under the rubble with Barbera in his hands. He was covered in black and gray, and the originally custom-made handmade dress was torn into tatters, and there was no trace of elegance at all. , but rather like a savage on the run.

Looking up at Sith, Rob Luqi threw Babira out of his hand.

Of course, he didn't save Babila's life because of pity for her. People like them from CP9 did not have such traditional bad habits. He saved Babila's life because he felt that Babila was still useful.

As a sword in the hands of the former World Government, he knew very well what the Sith were thinking, which was nothing more than trying to seize Gilder Tezzolo's family property. Just an empty shell.

Barbila, this woman can still use it, no, not only him, but also Tanaka, Dais, each of them can use it. Except for the Golden Emperor, all the original team members can be used. Only such a fake can be fake.

Paralyzed on the spot, Babila was trembling all over. She was a little afraid to raise her head to look at Sith, even though he was half-crouching next to Tezzolo's body, with his right hand stretched down, and he didn't know what he was tinkering with.

Swallowing her saliva, she knew her current situation very clearly. Her life was in that man's hands. Whether she lived or died was all in that man's thoughts.