Captain Rocks of the Pirates

"The speed is too slow!" Lin Feng turned his body slightly to one side and easily dodged Smoker's attack.

Smoker's attack missed, he quickly reacted and waved his ten hands at Lin Feng again.

"I told you, the speed is too slow!" Lin Feng's body retreated slightly, and Smoker's attack failed again.

For a moment, all the navy soldiers rushed towards Lin Feng.

The situation instantly became 1vs100.

Suddenly, the situation took a turn for the worse.

The bullets that were previously densely suspended in the air trembled slightly, and then they all rushed towards the naval soldiers.

Each bullet seems to be conscious.

None of the bullets missed, all hitting the Marines.

In an instant, dozens of soldiers fell.

The remaining soldiers looked around in horror, looking for the enemy who was firing cold shots.

But it was in vain, except for Lin Feng, there was no one around.

. . .

not far away.

"Boss, do we still want to take action?" Several "spiritual guys" gathered around a ferocious man with a green crested head and a nose ring who looked like an evil ghost.

Visible to the naked eye, the bodies of these energetic young men were constantly trembling and retreating.

Full of fear.

The fierce man surrounded in the middle had his eyes fixed and he looked dumbfounded.

Isn't this too fierce?

. . .

"How is that possible?" Smoker waved his hand again, looking at the ten hands in his hand with some suspicion.

When Lin Feng saw this, he showed no mercy and punched Smoker.

Smoker spurted out a mouthful of blood and retreated violently.

There was only a bang, and Smoker hit the wall hard.

Smoker stood up holding his chest, and the house behind him collapsed.

"shave!"

"Now do you know what a frog in a well is?" Smoker looked ahead in horror, and heard Lin Feng's faint voice in his ears.

Suddenly, Smoker felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, his body bowed slightly, and all the cigars in his mouth fell to the ground.

Lin Feng threw Smoker out like trash.

The surrounding soldiers who were still capable of fighting did not retreat even though their faces were full of fear.

Is this the personality charm of Smoker?

Lin Feng looked at the naval soldiers rushing over and shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, a black and red aura swept across the entire place.

"The overlord is domineering!"

All the soldiers and residents had dull eyes and soon lost consciousness and slowly fell down.

Sure enough, the Overlord's Haki was still useful for clearing the field. Based on this alone, Lin Feng felt that he had not trained the Overlord's Haki in vain.

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the eaves not far away.

"Now that we're here, why bother hiding?"

A dragon wearing a dark green cloak appeared on the eaves: "Your Excellency is indeed very powerful."

Then, a strong wind blew by, and the dragon appeared in front of Lin Feng.

"You're not weak either." Lin Feng's tone was full of indifference.

The dragon was under the cover of Lin Feng's domineering aura, unscathed and even unaffected.

"Do you want to join the revolutionary army?" Long got straight to the point and invited Lin Feng.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng turned around decisively.

"No, this is definitely impossible. Even if I die, I will not cooperate with your Monchi family."

Long stared at Lin Feng's back, obviously a little surprised, the Monqi family?

Does Lin Feng know his identity?

"Hurry!" Gusts of wind were released from Long's body and quickly hit Lin Feng.

Visible to the naked eye, dense cracks appeared on the ground swept by the strong wind.

The strong wind is extremely destructive.

"Earth wall!" Lin Feng didn't even look back. An earth wall tens of meters high rose up from the ground and stood behind Lin Feng.

The earthen wall is also covered with a touch of armed domineering color.

The strong wind left scratches on the earthen wall, but did not break through its defense.

"This is a test. If you take action again, it will be a provocation." Lin Feng did not stop, but his voice became cold.

Long stared at Lin Feng's back, saying nothing or making any further moves.

Long didn't leave the place until Lin Feng disappeared from sight.

. . .

"Can I take a look at Black Blade Night behind me?" At the door of a grocery store, Dasqi blocked the way of Mihawk and Keya.

"Didn't you arrest our navy in Barati?" Keya looked at Dasqi in confusion.

After Dasqi was recognized by Keya, she became extremely nervous.

Approaching Mihawk, Dasqi had summoned up all her courage.

Presumably, for all young swordsmen, Mihawk is their idol.

What's more, Dasqi is a navy and Mihawk is a pirate.

Two completely hostile camps.

Dasqi waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not here to arrest you this time."

"Get out of the way, I'm not in the habit of showing others my sword."

That's Mihawk's big baby.

Have you ever seen anyone take out their big treasure easily and show it to others?

Although Keya is kind and wants to help Dusqi fulfill this wish, Mihawk disagrees and there is nothing anyone can do.

Keya and Mihawk continued to walk to the grocery store.

Dasqi stared at Mihawk's back, lowered his head and pulled out the sharp sword in his hand.

"Mihawk, I challenge you!" The tone was extremely firm.

Mihawk couldn't help but pause in his steps.

"Don't all the weak people in the East China Sea know their own strength?" Mihawk's cold voice reached Dasqi's ears.

"Why take action? Fighting knowing the outcome!"

Dasqi slowly made a fighting posture: "To me, a famous sword is a soul."

"Soul?"

"What are you pursuing at the end of your life?"

Dasqi rushed towards Mihawk with an arrow. Mihawk did not draw his sword, but turned around and kicked Dusqi.

With just one kick, Dasqi fell heavily to the ground, and the sword was thrown far away from Dasqi's hand.

Mihawk did not hold back this kick.

Dasqi felt the severe pain coming from her body, and her internal organs were severely injured.

However, despite this, Dasqi still held her chest, stood up and walked towards the sword.

Limped.

Mihawk and Keya looked at the scene in front of them, especially Keya, and they couldn't bear it.

Dasqi knelt on the ground, carefully wiping the sword in his hand, and kept muttering: "I'm sorry, I made you embarrassed, I'm sorry!"

Serious and nervous.

Even Mihawk was a little surprised.

In Mihawk's heart, this is a real swordsman.

For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is not only a tool, but also his partner!

If you can't even protect your partner, what qualifications do you have to talk about swordsmanship!

"Do you want to continue?" Mihawk's voice was still so cold.

Dasqi held the hilt of the sword and stood up.

"It's an honor for me to die in your hands, and it should be the same for him." Dasqi looked embarrassed, but her expression was quite determined.

"Okay, then I'll satisfy you!"