I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The sound of metal clashing was endless, and the long knife cut out afterimages. Sith's movements were frighteningly fast. While cutting away the bullets, he moved quickly in the direction of Ben Beckman.

Holding back is not a blind defense. A single rhythm means a flaw. How could the Sith commit such a fatal flaw? Only when it is relaxed and relaxed can it be sustained.

"Take action, Beckman."

Staring in the direction of Sith, Xiang Kesi's eyes became more and more fierce, and his aura was like a sword thrust into the sky, sharp and straight, as if it could penetrate everything.

The long knife in his right hand was clenched tightly, and even the air was sizzling under his pressure, and the void was electrified.

Beckman glanced at him briefly and nodded.

"I understand, Captain."

As he spoke, he pressed a few round bullets into the barrel of the gun, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Click!

Load the bullet, take aim.

Bang!

Smoke ignited from the muzzle of the gun, and at the moment the gun rang out, Xiang Kes also rushed out with a knife.

"Are you ready to die, Wilson Sith?"

A beast-like roar came from his throat, Xiang Kesi's eyes widened angrily, and with a twist of the long knife in his hand, he set off a wave of more than ten meters high.

The wind blew back, the tsunami howled, he was a walking disaster.

Sith's eyes were half-closed and he didn't flinch, but his expression was solemn.

The momentum changed.

If Xiang Kesi and Beckman just now were like experienced hunters in the forest, then they are undoubtedly wild beasts now, angry and desperate beasts.

Going desperate.

Sith took a long breath, and his momentum also increased. Between life and death, there was no room for hesitation in him.

When it comes to madness and desperate efforts, when have his Sith ever been afraid of others?

Black mist piled up all over his body, and the flames even burned along his feet toward the sea, creating a different kind of flaming cloud on the sea.

Before the attack came, the rolling waves first collided with the scorching heat. Like two extremes, a huge cloud of water vapor was directly raised all around.

The waves and water vapor mixed together, blocking the sight, and the bullet was half hidden. For a while, even the Sith found it difficult to find where the tiny projectile was with his eyesight.

However, at this point in the battle, attack and defense are no longer limited to vision, domineering, intuition, and even a flash of inspiration are enough to affect the situation of the battle.

Without moving his mind, Sith's body moved first. He bent his arm and twisted his body into a strange arc. The long knife slashed along the gap between the mist. The instinct contained in his body Perhaps more reliable than imagined.

Deng!

There was a huge force on the knife, sparks flew out, and Sith's right hand was actually a little numb.

This is not the strength just now, not only Xiangkesi, but also Ben Beckman started to attack with all his strength?

Bang!Bang!Bang!

As if in response, a few more bullets were fired towards Sith's eyebrows.

"Damn."

Clenching his teeth, Sith's face suddenly became extremely ferocious. He turned the long knife in his hand and drew a clear water curtain directly in front of him.

The sword light crushed the bullets, but before he could take a breath, Xiangsi took the opportunity to attack fiercely.

The body jumped up, and all the strength in the body was concentrated on the knife. The clouds dispersed, and lightning exploded on the knife, just like the apocalypse.

"You will pay for your actions, Wilson Sith."

He raised his forehead slightly, and sweat flowed down Sith's temples. His muscles tightened, and he hurriedly drew his knife and turned around.

The pressure Xiangkesi put on him was never small. As the King of the Sea, he could give people unparalleled pressure even in ordinary times, not to mention this was a sneak attack.

clang!

The two knives intersected, and the sound wave exploded like a yellow bell. Sith's legs were half pressed, and the deck under his feet directly shattered.

That huge force was like a mountain to him.

Veins bulged on his forearm, Sith held the knife, and black ripples suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The sneak attack of the Four Emperors was indeed difficult to resist, but there was no way he could be manipulated so easily.

Swordsman?

No, no, it doesn't exist. He is not a swordsman. No matter what kind of power, as long as it can kill the enemy, it is good in his eyes and a power that he can control happily.

Darkness agitated from all around, entangled up and down, and a black tornado rose into the sky, wrapped in flames, and hit Xiangsi's chest.

The air made a crisp sound as it burned, and the flames could definitely crack stone and break metal.

Xian Kesi's face changed slightly. Even the Emperor of the Sea was only a mortal body, so people with abilities were the most annoying.

Cursing secretly in his heart, Xian Kesi pressed down on his long sword, used the force to jump up from the air, flicked the blade, and threw a blade of ten meters long downwards.

The sword light was sharp and the tornado was fierce, and they collided violently in an instant.

boom!

A huge roar was heard, the flames spread out, and a small area of ​​​​the sea was filled with rain of fire.

"call!"

Sith took a long breath and took a moment to catch his breath. The shadow behind him pulled at him, pulling him away from him. He grabbed his left hand in the air, and two huge black-scaled snakes appeared beside him.

Edward Waybrough was dead, and the bayonet between him and Xiangsi was almost at bay. It would be better to take back some of this strength.

He wanted to breathe, but Xiangsi and Ben Beckman did not want to give him a chance. Sith was like a poisonous snake. If they could not be killed with a stick, their hearts would be uneasy.

Bang!Bang!

Raising the butt of the flintlock, Beckman fired two more bullets, but this time he did not hit them. A huge mechanical arm intercepted the bullets.

"You little pirate of the red-haired pirates, are you pretending that I don't exist?"

After blocking the bullet, Zefa grinned and dived in the direction of Ben Beckman. There was still blood on his cloak. He was no different from a vengeful devil in hell.

The anger in his body is not extinguished, but Zefa still understands the simple truth that the overall situation is the most important. Once the enemy is dead, he is dead. Even if he vents his anger on the corpse, he is still dead. How to kill those who are not dead is the key.

The aura is awe-inspiring, even though he is over seventy years old, the sudden explosion of aura from Zefa's body is still a bit scary.

His eyes were half-closed unconsciously, staring at Zefa, and Ben Beckman's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Two against two, now we're in trouble."

With a joke in his mouth, his hands danced flexibly between the guns, and the muzzle of the gun locked Zefa firmly in an instant.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be afraid of the old man Zefa. Although it was difficult to deal with him, no one could keep him if he wanted to leave.

But today is different. The protagonist of today's drama is not him, but the pilgrims and the captain. If they can't make a perfect ending with the head of the Sith, then what they did just now will be meaningless.