I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Twice, in Zefa's eyes, he had experienced two failures in his life. One was that he failed to protect his wife and son, and the other was that he failed to protect the group of disciples who had followed him for many years.

He is over seventy years old and has been in the Navy for almost sixty years. How many sixty years can a person have in his life?

He devoted his whole life to the navy. In the end, his wife died and his son died, leaving only a few disciples to stay with him to take care of themselves in old age.

He worked hard and tried his best, treating his disciples as if they were his own sons.

It seems good to live like this for a lifetime, but what is the result?

Edward Weibru and his son didn't even want to leave this small wish to him. His disciple, his dream, and the pillar of his survival were all gone, all destroyed by these two guys.

Hatred grew like fire in his heart, and he gritted his teeth, wishing to tear the two guys in front of him into pieces.

His face was ferocious, and the blood splashed from Edward Weibru's face dyed his cheeks red. At this time, Z was like a vengeful devil crawling out of hell.

"Let it go? Let it go? I'll let you go, who will let my disciples go..."

Zefa's lips trembled up and down, and he kept repeating this sentence in his mouth, his eyes were red, as if he was trapped in a demon.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

His fists kept hitting Edward Weibru. Today he just wanted to beat this guy to death, or be beaten to death by this guy.

"You bastard!"

Edward Waybru's face was swollen, and one eye seemed to be blind. The other eye was staring at Zefa. His huge body was struggling under the pressure of the crusher. Even the beast had to fight hard when it reached the end of its rope. , not to mention him.

He was a man who inherited the blood of Whitebeard. How could he die here, at the hands of such an old man?

Edward Weibru kept telling himself in his heart, holding the deck with both hands and trying to get up from the ground.

His physical fitness is really scary. Except for the Sith who draw their physical strength from other personalities and the perverts like Charlotte Lingling who have full physical strength, Edward Weibru is almost as good as a mortal. The limit reached.

The energy surged through his body, and he almost became stunned.

But unfortunately, he was facing Zefa, a man who had been on the battlefield for nearly seventy years. He had never seen any big storms, and these little gadgets were just leftovers from his play.

Don't even think about overturning the world from him just by one Edward Weebrew.

With a fierce light flashing in his pupils, Zefa turned his five fingers into knives and aimed a hand knife at Edward Weibru's left arm.

The domineering energy in his hand was as strong as gold and iron. With a stabbing sound, the muscles and bones in Edward Weibru's hand were severed.

Blood spattered and the arm was cut off instantly.

"what!"

He let go of his teeth, and screams came out of Edward Weibru's mouth unconsciously. His whole body was trembling in pain, and he was breaking out in cold sweat. For a moment, he forgot to struggle. The pain of breaking an arm was beyond his imagination. It feels so good.

But this was just the beginning. How could Zefa's attack be so simple? Just when Weibru was distracted, the crusher on Zefa's right hand hit his elbow joint at the same time.

No matter how strong a person's physical fitness is, people are people and their weaknesses will always remain the same for thousands of years.

Joints, this is a threshold that every practitioner of physical arts cannot get around.

In an instant, Edward Weibru's other hand was also crippled by Zefa. In the end, he had to repay the revenge of the broken arm twice.

Seeing this scene, Miss Bajin's eyes were split open and she almost fainted from anger.

It was crippled. Her son was crippled. This crippled not only Edward Weibru's hands, but also her hopes for the rest of her life.

It's over, it's all over now.

"Zefa, I will fight you."

With a loud roar in his mouth, Miss Ba Jin's hair stood up from the roots, and his pace accelerated by two points.

She wanted Zefa dead, no matter what the price, she wanted Zefa dead.

Without Edward Waybrough, she couldn't realize her ambitions, so what was the difference between living and dead?

Wealth, status, without these, she is nothing but a walking corpse.

All the strength in her body was poured into her cane, and with a wave of her right hand, there was a sword light as cold as a crescent moon.

Zefa squinted his eyes and glanced at Miss Bajin. He had never relaxed his observation of the enemy, and all these actions were expected by him.

Miss Ba Jin's problem is the same as his, they are all too old, so old that they can't even remember how strong they once were.

But they are different. Zefa, who is backed by the Navy and the World Government, enjoys the most luxurious personalized medical treatment in the world. Coupled with the sharp weapon of a crusher, the power he suddenly burst out is definitely not what an old woman can imagine. Comparable.

Besides, he is already stronger than Miss Ba Jin, much stronger.

But this does not mean that Zefa does not take Miss Bajin seriously at all. He is still very serious. A dying jackal is more terrifying than a hound that is full all day long.

With cold eyes, at the moment when the sword light was about to approach, Zefa took Edward Weibru and threw it in the direction of Miss Ba Jin.

Bang!

The sword light and the thick body collided in mid-air, and the blood spray immediately obscured their sight.

Holding the cane, Miss Ba Jin was still rushing forward quickly, with no hesitation in her eyes, even if the person she struck was her son.

An occasional stab is nothing. If Zefa doesn't die today, then they will all die.

After crossing the blood mist, Miss Bajin stepped on Edward Weibru's body and jumped up. With his hands clasped together, all the strength in his body spurted towards the cane.

"Go to hell."

Using the staff as a sword and pressing down on the sword, the aura around his body seemed to set off a storm composed of energy particles.

A bright light flashed in his eyes. Zefa had been waiting for this blow for a long time. They were all the murderers of his disciples. None of them could leave today.

Zefa stepped on Edward Weibru's head. All the strength in his body was surging, and his domineering power had already filled his left hand.

Come on, come on, get this over with.

His eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and ordinary people could hardly imagine how powerful the hatred was hidden in his heart.

boom!

A huge white air wave spread from all around, making a roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami. The momentums pressed against each other during the collision, and even Miss Ba Jin's skin was compressed and twisted in an extremely ferocious way.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a thin invisible crack on the cane that Miss Ba Jin was holding tightly in her hand, followed by a second and third one, like a snow mountain collapsing...