I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Using Silver Island as bait was a joint decision of the Blackbeard Pirates. Although the Blackbeard Pirates were very strong, they were not strong enough to face two powerful forces at the same time.

With a wolf in front and a tiger behind him, Teach did not believe that the Sith would remain silent during the decisive battle between him and the Whitebeard Pirates.

It was a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake ready to bite his neck at any moment.

As long as the Blackbeard Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates move, what will come behind them will definitely be the Sith's knife. He can do such a thing. Likewise, this is what they try to avoid.

You have to eat the food one bite at a time, and you have to deal with the enemies one by one. The first step to becoming the emperor of the sea is to divide the enemies.

Like many great deeds in history, what Blackbeard lacks now is an opportunity.

He didn't wait too long for this opportunity. Soon, in just a few days, the east wind he was looking forward to was delivered to him personally by Wilson Sis.

That guy Wilson Sis actually ran to Gulan Tezoro. He didn't know why Sis went to Gulan Tezoro. He only knew that his opportunity had come.

Like him, the Whitebeard Pirates also don't like the Sith guy, or it's not an exaggeration to say that there is a blood feud. With a little stimulation, his two-front battle life and death situation can completely become that of the Whitebeard Pirates.

First, they need to find an impulsive idiot and a shady intermediary.

The appearance of Doflamingo not only acted as a black intermediary, but also helped him perfect the plan and provided the idiot Scuyard with the appearance of the red-haired pirates and Edward Weeble, which seemed a bit smart, although This drama will appear more real, but they don't want to see Wilson Sith face to face directly. This is too dangerous, and one day they may lose a core cadre.

All in all, Lafitte had to run away. Although it was still early, there was no big mistake. A supporting character like him should leave before the protagonist appears.

"Hey, Lakyo, you want to keep me, but I don't want to fight with you. The owner of this island is coming back soon, so goodbye."

Then, Lafitte held his bowler hat and gave a final bow to Lakyo. A pair of white wings sprouted from behind him. He abandoned the pirate ship under him and took advantage of the wind. As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to run away.

"Damn it, shoot me, don't even think about running away." Lakyu slapped his hand on the railing and pointed at Lafitte and said angrily.

boom!boom!boom!

In an instant, the round shells were like rain, and they were all heading in the direction of Lafitte.

Lafitte curled his lips with a look of contempt on his face. His movements were very agile. When he was in Impelton, not even the guards of the navy and impel city could stop him, not to mention several pirate ships whose firepower was far inferior to that of warships. Boat.

ridiculous!

Except for the Blackbeard Pirates, there may not be a winner today. Wilson Sith lost his subordinates, the Red-haired Pirates provoked a hyena, and the Whitebeard Pirates suffered heavy losses. Although the process was slightly tortuous, the result was still good. Yes, everything is going according to his plan.

If you win, the new world will usher in a new sea emperor after today, Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach.

"Goodbye, everyone. I wish you all a good time. I'll excuse you for a moment... huh?"

Before he finished speaking, Lafitte suddenly felt a chill, as if he was being targeted by some prehistoric beast, and his arms were covered with goosebumps.

The cold wind lifted the corners of his clothes, and Lafitte's expression condensed, feeling as though a storm was about to come.

No, the wind has changed.

Unlike amateur navigators like Melinda, Lafitte is a talent that Blackbeard has carefully recruited from all over the world. From a navigator's point of view, there are not many people in the world who can surpass him.

Whether it was wind direction, course, or weather, he calculated it clearly. According to his calculations, the wind should be southeasterly now.

Something seemed wrong, some uncontrollable factors beyond his plans.

Although he had wings on his back, he still didn't have the confidence to fly a long distance and gliding with the wind was the secret to his escape.

After calculating the direction of the wind, he had already arranged a boat to meet him on the sea not far away. As soon as he flew out of this small sea, they could immediately escape from the area where the man could radiate.

If he didn't have an absolute guarantee of escape, I'm afraid Blackbeard wouldn't trust him to carry out this plan. He values ​​his life very much, and he has no intention of handing over his life before Blackbeard ascends to the top of the Pirate King.

But what is this weird wind direction? Could it be that he made a miscalculation?

He couldn't help but start to doubt himself, but suddenly, his pupils shrank.

In his sight, a small black spot appeared, as big as a firefly in summer. It suddenly appeared, then grew larger, rotated, and raised a tide, disrupting the originally extremely accurate wind direction.

Is that guy so fast?

This can't be a coincidence, let alone some supernatural event. It's that guy, the owner of this island, and he's back.

This was the only thought left in Lafite's mind, and beads of sweat squeezed out unconsciously from his forehead, from his back, and from all over his body.

It’s so cold!

He had no extra time to continue sighing. The endless darkness was attacking him from all directions like tentacles, with spikes on them. Lafitte could not doubt their power.

With just one roll, he is finished. His body and bones will be crushed into pieces by that tentacle. He has to escape. His dominance has not yet begun. How can the ministers of the Prime Minister fall first?

As soon as he bit his teeth, the wings behind Lafitte began to beat up and down desperately, whipping up strong winds. He danced left and right in the air like a real bird.

That guy can't kill him yet.

The conjunctiva was congested, and Lafitte's eyes turned red. He quickly flew towards the end of the darkness as if he were practicing for nothing. He never gave up hope and bet everything. He bet that he could survive.

Whoosh!

Another gust of cold wind blew through the collar of his jacket. He had never felt the wind be so cold, not even when he was in the Drum Kingdom.

The wind there just made your body tremble, but this time the wind was cold to the heart and freezing to the soul. He seemed to be able to feel his soul trembling up and down.

Is it really that cold?

He didn't know if this was his illusion, he only knew that his instinct as a creature was howling.

Run away, run away!

"Where do you want to go? Lafitte, you beat me and messed up my place, you want to be punished simply like this? Who gave you the courage, is it Teach? If it was him, why not let him How about doing it by yourself? To be honest, I miss him quite a bit, but he probably does the same, he probably imagines my death every night."

Suddenly the hairs on my body stood up and goosebumps piled up thickly.

coming!

Holding the cane tightly in one hand, Lafitte turned around almost instinctively, holding the cane across his chest.

Between life and death, the body's memory may be more effective than reason.

Stab it!

There was a loud roar in the ears, and the air that had filled the surroundings was instantly torn apart by the fist, as if a vacuum belt was being pulled out at extremely fast speeds.

The fists as big as sandbags were getting faster and closer, getting closer and closer, zooming in rapidly in my eyes, and seeing them clearly.

The domineering quilt on the fist is like a sharp weapon forged from black steel, heavy, thick, but full of lethality.

Click!

The fist met the cane, and there was only a crisp sound. The dark red cane, which was originally made of iron birch wood, did not even hold up for a moment, and was torn in half by the fist wind in an instant.

"Damn it, how could he come back so fast?"

Lafitte cursed secretly in his heart, and his expression suddenly became extremely ferocious, as if he had seen the most ferocious and vicious ghost.

How did that happen?

His brain was spinning rapidly, and he tried his best to solve this crisis.

Avoid? Yes, dodge, as long as you turn slightly sideways, Wilson Sith may not be able to hit you.

Such a seemingly reasonable thought suddenly came to his mind, and a ray of hope shone in his eyes.

The brain controls the body, but the body remains motionless, as if frozen in place.

He was like a kitten facing a dragon, unable to do anything but tremble.

At this moment, his body was no longer under his control. Everything about him was held tightly by a thing called fear.

The muscles on his face twitched, and he tried to put on a flattering face. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and he lowered his body, trying to beg for mercy.

Who would want to die if they could live?

Hiss!

The muscles in his body were torn apart by some kind of sharp weapon, followed by severe pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

"Ah...ah..."

The sound was crowded in the throat. It couldn't go up or down. No matter what, it couldn't make a sound.

Lowering his head slightly, a slender, white, but extremely powerful hand penetrated his chest and held his heart directly in the palm of his hand.

Blood was dripping and spraying down, and he could even feel his heart beating up and down. It had never been so powerful.

It’s over.

This is his most intuitive thought. Life is passing by, along with blood. Their plan is obviously so perfect, but why does it cost his own life?

Is it strength?

At this moment, Lafitte realized that sentence most clearly. In the face of absolute power, any technique is useless.

thump!

There was a big splash on the sea, and the Sith threw away Lafitte's body like trash. No matter how beautiful it was in life, it would be the same after death.

Indifferent eyes swept across the entire scene, and the sea area seemed to have calmed down in an instant, and even the temperature dropped several degrees.

"The Blackbeard Pirates? The Whitebeard Pirates? The Red-Haired Pirates? Whitebeard II Edward Waybru? Okay, okay, we are all here. If I don't go out occasionally, I won't Do you know that I still have so many enemies? One by one, do you want to kill me, or do you want to turn my territory upside down?"

Wiping the blood on his hands, Sith's aura dissipated.

Red and black lightning exploded in the sky, the majestic domineering force came down like a mountain and sea, and the strong wind rolled back. It was a doomsday scene, and even Edward Weibru couldn't help but look solemn.

Although his brain is not very bright, he still has the most basic judgment. Just like a beast in nature, he always unconsciously wants to avoid a lion when he encounters it.

"Webru, come back, it's time for us to leave."

An old but sharp female voice suddenly broke the silence. It was a short woman on crutches, wearing a small round hat and a fur coat.

Thick wrinkles covered her face, and time had carved a knife on her body. Her lips were bright red and covered with lip gloss. This was a woman with an old heart. Even now, she still only thinks about her future. Get a piece of the pirate era.

"Mom?" Edward Weibru turned around and answered in the direction of Miss Ba Jin.

Mother? Is this a mother-son pair?

Including Yizang, many people on the field had such a doubt in their minds.

However, Miss Ba Jin obviously had no intention of answering anyone's questions. He turned around and cast his gaze in the direction of Sith.

"We want to leave, Lord Wilson Sith won't stop us, right? After all, the World Government just sent my son Edward Wibrew an invitation letter to the Shichibukai not long ago."

"Your Majesty's Seven Martial Seas?"

Sith shook his head and made a contemptuous sound. The shadow pulled, and the whole person disappeared from the spot. His five fingers turned into claws and he was behind Miss Ba Jin in an instant.

"The King's Shichibukai is a matter of the World Government. What does it have to do with me, Wilson Sith? Old man, don't show off your petty thoughts in front of me. If you cause trouble on my territory, you will have to pay the price."

There was a faint voice, and the five fingers were like eagle claws grabbing at Miss Ba Jin's neck.

Miss Ba Jin's face changed drastically, as if she didn't expect that the Sith would take action immediately. This is not the world government at all.

The small leather shoes slammed on the floor and the cane was swung out. Miss Ba Jin's movements were actually a few minutes faster than Lafitte.

How to say? Is she really worthy of being the woman who was on the same boat as Whitebeard?

The corner of Sith's mouth curled up slightly, but he was not annoyed either. He flew forward with a whip kick and kicked Miss Ba Jin away like a cannonball.

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue, but that also depends on the person. If he has mercy on such a dangerous woman, he might be the one who dies today.

"Webru!"

The body was flying in the air. Miss Bajin looked hideous because of the severe pain in her abdomen. She yelled in the direction of Edward Weibru with some difficulty. For an old woman, it was still too reluctant to deal with the Sith.

"Mom, Wilson Sis, I want you dead."

Seeing Miss Ba Jin being kicked out, Edward Weibru's eyes instantly turned red. He stepped on the air waves under his feet and hit the Sith head-first with the big knife in his hand.

"Sword power - draw the sword and strike!"

Holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, Sith's hand flashed out in the air. The sword was like a sword. In an instant, it was on the big knife. His eyes were unbiased, and the two huge forces collided in the air. .