Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"I want this holy land... to flow like a river of blood!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Laoxing's eyelids suddenly jumped wildly. Looking at the military phone bug held tightly in the vice-admiral's hand, the extremely uneasy and frightening premonition that they had just had once again filled their hearts.

Although they didn't know what other hidden cards and back-ups this insidious navy brat Darren had, they didn't dare to gamble!

The bet on the table this time is not that they have immortality.

But they are a group of compatriots living in the Holy Land of Mariejoia!

"you wanna die!"

"stop!"

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!!"

"..."

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Almost at the same time, without even needing to confirm his eyes, Wulaoxing took action in unison!

Five strands of suffocating murderous intent swarmed and spread out, as if solidified.

Niu Gui, Feng Xi, Yijin Zhentian, and Mongolian Sandworm let out roars that shook the sky.

Dorag gritted his teeth, looked back at Darren, and then bravely took the lead to meet him.

A big hurricane.

The dark green wind dragon roared again, and in a short burst of momentum, it was able to fight Feng Xi, Yijin Zhentian and the Mongolian sandworm with one person!

The Spider Niugui took the opportunity to flash past, raised its sharp spider legs and stabbed the Vice Admiral at the end of his crossbow!

"Hell's eyes!"

Ivankov activated his own abilities, blinked hard with purple-black eyeshadow, and exploded with violent blasts of air.

The explosion storm swept up and rose in Niu Gui's huge body, but it could only make it shake a little, not enough to slow down its offensive.

At this time, the spider's belly suddenly swelled, and a stream of purple-black venom spurted out.

"Bear!"

Ivankov looked horrified and screamed.

Whoosh!

The moment the words rang out, a dull figure like a giant bear quietly appeared in front of Ivankov. He raised his hand and swatted at the venom spraying from him.

A strange scene immediately appeared.

boom!

The liquid venom was like a solid object. When it touched the fleshy palm, it was completely "rebounded".

Submerged into the distant earth, a shocking huge pit was corroded by "sizzling".

"Um?"

Saint Satan in human-animal form raised his eyebrows, squinted at the dull-looking young man in front of him, looked at it for a few times, and said coldly:

"It turns out it's you, I remember... the brat of the Bakania tribe."

"I didn't expect you to be alive after not seeing me for so many years. I thought you had died in the Valley of Gods a long time ago."

"It seems that I underestimated you."

Xiong looked calmly at the Five Old Stars who had frightened and even despaired him during the Battle of the Valley of Gods, and said in a deep voice:

"Old man, I cannot allow you to harm Mr. Darren."

He raised his hands.

The air visible to the naked eye began to compress in his palms, gradually emitting a dazzling light.

Saint Satan’s pupils shrank:

"It seems I can only deal with you first...the abilities of your hands are too tricky."

Before he could speak, the air in Xiong's hands had been compressed to the extreme.

He gently raised his hand and moved it forward.

"Bear Paw·Impact!"

boom! !

The vast explosion suddenly exploded, turning into a wave of destruction that swept everything and flooded everything around it.

And at the moment when the explosion occurred,

The neighing sound of the war horses suddenly sounded.

As if dragging black flames, the skeleton war horse rushed like thunder, but flashed like a phantom from the all-consuming light of the air cannon explosion.

The strange black knife flashed brilliant blue light in the void, like a frost hell coming to the world.

Ice crystals drifted away.

Cut it down with one knife!

laugh! !

Darren, who was holding the phone bug, suddenly trembled and his eyes were in a trance.

A column of bright red blood spurted out from his chest, blooming gorgeously.

"Darren, monsters like you should not exist in this world."

The "Horse Bone" Izanbaron V. Nasshouro in the form of a centaur held the world-famous demon sword in one hand and said in a cold voice.

Surrounded by black flames, his glasses reflected a cold luster, his samurai uniforms fluttered messily in the arrogance, and the skeleton horse under him screamed... like a death knight coming out of hell.

"Is this sword... the first generation of Kitetsu?"

Darren staggered back two steps, then knelt on one knee with a bang. He glanced at the demon knife held in Izanbalon V. Nasthuro's skinny hand, and a trace of blood oozed from his pale lips.

"A slash that almost freezes the soul... It is truly a swordsmanship that has never been seen before."

He looked down and saw that the bone-deep wound on his chest had stopped bleeding. The flesh and blood were covered with a layer of biting frost, and the cold air continued to spread, reaching directly to the heart.

"The sense of impending death in the body, the panic in the soul..."

The Vice Admiral covered the wound on his chest with one hand, but under the astonished gaze of Izanbalon V. Nasthuro, an almost crazy smile gradually bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

"You are really making me more and more happy!"

He picked up the phone and gave the order:

"Let's do it..."

He took a deep breath, not sure if it was because of pain or anger, but with blood-red eyes he grinned and roared:

"Give me a blast!!"

instantaneous time,

The five old stars all stagnated at the same time.

As if they had sensed something, they turned their heads in horror and looked at the video Den Den Mushi screen connected to the holy land of Marijoa.

The scene that came into their eyes almost made their eyes burst.

"This... is impossible..."

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At the same time.

Red Earth Continent.

Holy Land of Marijoa.

Boom! !

A blood-stained figure covered with scars flew out in the air and sank heavily into a building. The exaggerated impact turned the building into ruins in an instant.

Fisher Tiger struggled to climb out of the ruins and stood up staggeringly.

Hot blood dripped from his body. He covered the cut wound on his abdomen that almost cut open his internal organs with his rough palms, and felt an unprecedented weakness in his heart.

The miserable wails of slaves that kept coming from afar made Fisher Tiger feel heartbroken.

He felt the "Flying Dragon's Hoof" tattoo on his chest stinging more and more, as if it would burn and explode at any time.

"Is that all you can do? Fisher Tiger... I'm so disappointed. I thought you could force me to have fun?"

The Celestial Dragon with a bloody crescent-shaped hairstyle waved his rapier carelessly, making sword flowers one by one, and walked over lazily.

"What a shitty Seven Warlords of the Sea, with just this little ability, I don't think there is any need for them to continue to exist."

As the ancient saint Fergalando Green said, several members of the Knights of God who followed him also laughed sarcastically.

"It's so boring... In the end, only Darren can make me a little interested."

The ancient saint Fergalando Green sighed helplessly and shook his head.

He raised his rapier and was about to give Fisher Tiger the final blow.

But at this moment——

Tear!

A blue thunder suddenly cut through the dark sky.

The expression of the ancient saint Figalandu Green changed slightly, and he forced a change of moves in mid-air and swung a sword.

Boom! !

The shrill sword light and the brilliant thunder collided in mid-air, and a purgatory-like air wave erupted.

"Let me play with you?"

A low voice came from the sky above the holy land of Marijoa.

The sudden change made the Knights of God led by the ancient saint Figalandu Green and the holy land guards who were fighting with slaves in various parts of the holy land all stunned.

They subconsciously raised their heads and looked, only to see that a figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the holy land of Marijoa.

A large white cloak, a straight black suit, a serious mustache... It was a young navy with a calm and murderous temperament.

At this moment, lightning flashed in his hands, interweaving and shining.

And in the other hand, a Den Den Mushi was held steadily.

"Tsk! Just you?"

The ancient saint Figalandu Green laughed disdainfully.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The moment he appeared again, he had already jumped into the air, approaching the flying squirrel at an astonishing speed.

"Of course not."

The flying squirrel shook his head and released dozens of twisted lightning with one hand.

Ancient Saint Figarando Green kept swinging his sword to defeat the attacking lightning, approached the flying squirrel, and laughed:

"The strongest natural system... is just like this!"

He suddenly accelerated, and his figure appeared above the flying squirrel's head, holding the Western sword tightly in both hands and raising it high.

"Get down for me!"

"You are not qualified to stand in the sky--"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Darren's voice coming from the Den Den Mushi in the flying squirrel's hand.

"Blast for me!"

Ancient Saint Figarando Green was stunned for a moment.

Boom! !

A vast golden beam of light suddenly penetrated the clouds, directly submerged the figure of Ancient Saint Figarando Green, and blasted his entire body into the ground below.

A huge explosion occurred, and a huge mass of fiery red flames bloomed!

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