I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Lakyo!"

Yi Zang's eyes almost oozed blood. His brothers died one after another. Unexpectedly, even Lakyo died before him today.

"Wilson Sis, I want you dead."

Yi Zang yelled angrily, with a death wish in his heart, he clicked the flintlock gun in his hand quickly, and rushed towards the Sith like a suicide.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The smoke obscured his vision slightly, and Sith raised his head and glanced sideways at him. His expression did not change, and he swung the long knife sideways, shaking off the blood drops on the blade.

The footsteps shook the ground and the rain splashed. He was like a long and narrow shadow, flipping left and right in the air, dodging bullets, and slashing towards Izou's neck like a ghost.

His speed was so fast that Izo could vaguely sense his shadow, but his body couldn't react, so he had to fold his arms and barely make a blocking movement.

Sith snorted, his body fully able to follow the movements.

While approaching quickly, Sith changed his moves while galloping. The originally straight-cut blade flipped in the air and turned into a fierce attack from the bottom up.

From the beginning to the end, he never intended to let anyone go. Since Whitebeard was a remnant of the old era, why didn't the Whitebeard Pirates die with him? Whether it was retirement or defeat, the Sith only I want to tell them a truth. The time when they stirred up troubles has long passed.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, bloodshot eyes flying, and the Sith's knife instantly cut through the muscles on Izo's chest.

The huge impact was like a rapidly running bull, dragging his wounds to the extreme, leaving even his internal organs on the ground. His life was about to come to an end.

Eyes wide open.

When a person is about to die, his words are good. This kind of thing can only be said. Not everyone can see it and let it go.

Full of hatred in his chest, Izo could not let go of his hatred for the Sith and Blackbeard until his death. Without them, perhaps the Whitebeard Pirates would still be swimming in the sea.

But I soon started to hate him. Sith didn't care. Even when he was alive, he couldn't do anything to him. What could he do to him after he died?

This is a pirate, not a fairy tale fantasy. Could it be that he could still be filled with hatred and turn into a red-haired and unknown person after death?

No longer wasting time on the dead man, with cold eyes, Sith turned around and ran in the direction of Lackey Lu.

Lucky Lu's eyelids were twitching wildly, and his sleeveless shirt was even wet with cold sweat.

Two captains, these were the two captains of the Whitebeard Pirates, were killed so easily? Isn't this easier than killing a chicken?

Although Lucky Lu is very confident in his own strength and always thinks that he is stronger than the average captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, no matter how strong he is, he cannot be stronger than several captains working together!

Counting Scuyard, four captain-level figures died in this short period of time.

Four? Four of you, this is not a fish market where you can buy three fish and get one for free. This is a famous pirate on the sea. When he gets angry, even the big shots in the New World will tremble. Like Chinese cabbage today, it is worthless to die.

He has no control over whether other people are valuable or not, but he must not let himself become so worthless. As a pirate, it is better to stay alive.

His small eyes kept turning left and right under his sunglasses, and he became more and more anxious. Where is his way of survival?

The Whitebeard Pirates? All three division captains are dead, and they still have the captain of a pirate group like Scuyard. Even if they call the remaining people over, what will happen?

Stand in front of him and serve as cannon fodder?

Even if he is willing, the remaining members of the Whitebeard Pirates will not be willing. Their lives are their own, and Laki Lu is not familiar with them. Why should they block Laki Lu's knife?

Moreover, with Sith's strength, it is still unknown whether they can block him or how long they can block him. If he starts to run away in high spirits, it will be interesting if Sith backhands him with a knife in the back.

He couldn't be beaten from the front, let alone from behind. Killing him was just a joke for the Sith.

The safest way is to wait until the pilgrims come to rescue him.

Looking south, Edward Weibru and Miss Bajin were fighting hand-to-hand with a black giant python, and they were fighting back and forth. Although Edward Weibru was able to suppress the giant snake with his strong physical fitness, the snake was still in danger. It's a snake, and it's possible to fight back at any time, and the two of them obviously can't pull it out.

Gritting his teeth, Lackey Lu's expression became more ferocious, and his hatred for Edward Weibru and Miss Bajin deepened.

If it weren't for these two pig teammates who randomly started a team, they would still be seven against one. How could they drag Xiangkesi to come to help? How could it be so miserable?

The figure of Sith was getting closer and closer, and an inexplicable sense of oppression made him unable to breathe.

It was really too bad. He thought about it for a long time, and finally the most reliable way he came up with was to rely on himself. He was obviously a gentle fat man who had nothing to do with the world, so how could he rely on himself?

Armed domineering energy crawled all over his body in an instant. Lackey Lu punched the tentacle in front of him hard, broke free from the entanglement, and retreated quickly.

Even if he couldn't win, he would never face the Sith head-on. He would try his best to wander and delay. As long as he waited until the big troops arrived, he would win. Without follow-up support, the Sith could just let them knead them however they wanted. pinch?

He was fooling himself with these words in his mind, and his fat body burst out with speed and vitality that ordinary people could not imagine.

Lucky Road is definitely a nimble fat guy.

However, there is a gap between people. His flexibility in the eyes of ordinary people, or in his own eyes, may not necessarily still be unattainable flexibility in the eyes of the Sith. You know, the Sith originally eats speed. Rice.

The blade dragged on the water, causing ripples under the soles of his feet, and Sith rushed over like a dragonfly touching the water.

The black mist floated, and a powerful force pushed the surrounding seawater backwards, like steel knives scraping bones, rotating at high speed, forming a huge hemispherical barrier in the air.

The corners of Lucky Lu's eyes were twitching. He couldn't describe how powerful it was, as if the fat on his body would be cut to pieces in the next moment.

"There's nothing you can do, Wilson Sis, go to hell!"

The figure of Sith was getting closer and closer to him, and only a few figures were left.

Turning around, there was nothing he could do. Except for a life-and-death struggle, he seemed to be unable to do anything.

The air screamed, and the fist penetrated the air. Laki Lu almost used all his strength to punch.

The Sith showed no fear, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was a faint trace of bloodlust.