Pirate Fantasy: The Strongest Navy

He tilted his head slightly and dodged the bullets fired by the opponent without moving his body. The gun in Zhan Long's hand was extremely stable.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and blood rose. The opponent's gunman's temple was pierced by Zhan Long's bullet. The whole body was like a rag, and was carried several meters away by the powerful impact before falling to the ground.

As the sea breeze blew by, the opponent's pirate ship instantly became commotion, but the commotion was quickly calmed down. Not only did the opponent's ship not turn around and escape, it even accelerated towards the warship where Zhan Long was located.

Zhan Long frowned, thinking that the guy he killed just now was just a pirate crew member, maybe a cadre, but definitely not the captain of a pirate ship.

But he didn't find any other suspicious people on the other party's ship. Could it be...

Zhan Long took a few steps forward, avoiding the sight of all naval soldiers. After taking off his skull blindfold, he stared at the opponent's pirate ship with his death eyes.

The purple-black and bright eyes of death condensed the war dragon's pitch-black eyeballs into a single point under the dreamlike light, scanning every part of the opponent's pirate ship.

Sure enough... In a room, with the clairvoyance ability of the eyes of death, Zhan Long discovered three figures. These three figures were constantly giving orders to people outside. Among the three people, one of them should be Hai. The real talker on the pirate ship.

Zhan Long sneered, picked up the sniper rifle again, and took aim. The target was the person in the middle. If one of the three people was really the captain of the pirate ship, then it should be the person in the middle. It all depends on feeling.

In a short period of time, the opponent's pirate ship was less than 300 meters away from the warship.

Pull the trigger!

'boom! '

Amidst a string of firelight, the bullets shot through the glass of the door of the other party's room quickly with a whistling sound, and then shot into the opponent's heart.

In order to be able to kill with one hit, Zhan Long fired a shot and then quickly added a shot. He was still in that position, and the impact of two bullets in a row directly knocked the opponent to the ground.

The remaining two people reacted at this time and rushed towards the fallen man. Seeing this, Zhan Long knew that he had guessed too much. The person he shot was indeed the captain of the pirate ship.

In a daze, Zhan Long felt a little dizzy, and then the perspective scene disappeared. He knew that his current ability could not support the Eye of Death's ability to see through thick objects from a long distance for a long time.

After Zhan Long put on the skull blindfold, the two ships were nearly a hundred meters apart. The pirates on the pirate ship had already picked up weapons and shot at the warship.

Ignoring the opponent's ordinary bullets, Zhan Long raised his gun, loaded it, aimed, and shot. One of the opponents fell down. He continued to load, aim, and shoot, and another person fell.

Just like this, hundreds of meters away, Zhan Long used one person and one gun to completely suppress the shots of more than twenty spears of the opponent. In just a few breaths, half of the pirates had fallen to Zhan Long's gun. Down.

At the end of the fight, no pirate dared to show his head, because just now a pirate wanted to take a sneak look at the other party, but before his head was fully exposed, he was directly shot through by a bullet that flew from nowhere. , and fell down with eyesore.

"Boom!"

The two ships collided. Zhan Long put away his sniper rifle, drew out the long knife from his waist, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, pay attention, prepare to fight, kill!!!"

After shouting loudly, Zhan Long took the lead and pounced on the opponent's pirate ship, just like chopping melons and vegetables, one by one. Before the other navy could board the pirate ship, all the remaining pirates on the deck were killed by Zhan Long. Hack and slash!

Suddenly, Zhan Long's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand to signal other naval soldiers not to board the pirate ship for the time being, because he felt an unusual aura.

And this unusual smell came from the room where the three people were.

Holding 'Purple Night' tightly, Zhan Long walked towards the room carefully. Just when he came to the door, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom!"

The door of the room shattered, and two cyan figures rushed out of the room and rushed towards the war dragon.

The opponent's speed was too fast, and the two of them attacked from both sides. Zhan Long had no choice but to use 'Purple Night' in front of him to block the opponent's attack.

"boom!"

Zhan Long was knocked back by the opponent's bombardment, and the opponent's offensive was also disrupted by his sword.

The two sides stood ten feet apart and looked at each other.

The blue skin all over the body, the sharp teeth, and the palms between the fingers... aren't these the characteristics of a fishman? Could it be that Aaron's men came here?

Previously, Zhan Long used his eyes of death to see through the wall at a distance of several hundred meters and could not clearly see who was in the room. He could only vaguely see three figures commanding there. He did not expect that they were fish-men.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The face of the war dragon was solemn, and the attack just now showed their great strength, and they were not weaker than themselves in terms of speed and strength.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect to meet such a good player here. If I catch him back, the boss will be very happy!"

The two fishmen ignored Zhan Long's questions and discussed what rewards they would get after catching him back.

Zhan Long understood that it was useless to talk more, so he had to defeat these two guys and then slowly ask what he wanted to know.

"shave!"

He ducked behind the two fishmen, swung out the 'Purple Night' in his hand, and wanted to hit the two fishmen hard.

"Qiang~"

The buzzing sound of metal clashing sounded, and Zhan Long was shocked. The other party could actually know his movements in advance. Is it a coincidence or are they really able to control his movements?

The war dragon did not stop, and once again used 'Shaving' to dodge to the side of one of the fish-men, and cut it off with 'Purple Night'. The next moment he saw the playful and disdainful look in the other person's eyes.

"Qiang~"

The attack was blocked again. Zhan Long knew that it was not that his speed was slow, but that the opponent's reaction was too fast. This may be due to the fishman's talent!

The same speed and strength, but the reaction speed is more than twice as fast as his own, so it seems that he has no choice but to bombard him head-on.

"shave!"

This time, the war dragon dodged directly in front of the opponent. 'Purple Night' had already been sheathed. He raised his fist and smashed a fish-man on the head.

With all his strength, Zhan Long used his speed to drive his opponent away and hit the pirate ship's mast with one punch, causing the mast to break and fall down.

After succeeding with one blow, he turned around and swept towards another fishman with one kick.

"Oh!"

The sound of gas explosions sounded, and the two sides were evenly matched. Zhan Long found that the opponent's fist struck his sweeping foot, and a powerful shock wave blocked his blow.

Fishman Karate! ! ! Zhanlong Mingwu.

At this time, the fishman who was knocked away by him climbed up from under the broken mast, and swung his fist at him with an angry face. There was also a stream of air on his fist.

"Lan feet!"

A ray of white light flashed across, colliding with the air flow produced by the fishman's fist, and dissipated in the air with a roar.

Zhan Long's eyes lit up, he put his hands on the ground, and in the form of Thomas's pirouette dance, he continuously drew white blades of light with his 'Land Kick' in mid-air to attack the two fishmen.

After a set of movements, the two fishmen were sprayed with blood, and they were injured everywhere by the attack of 'Lan Jiao'.

Not missing any opportunity, Zhan Long once again ducked in front of a fish-man, with murderous intent in his eyes. He pointed his 'gun finger' at the opponent's throat and wrapped it around the index finger that used his 'gun finger'. An armed and domineering cyclone.

"stop!"

Just when Zhan Long's 'gun finger' was about to point at the opponent's throat, a figure, mixed with loud shouts, pounced towards Zhan Long with faster speed and stronger force...