Black sails

Chapter 65 LXV. Hexagonal Warrior

The twisting spiral that reverses in both directions generates flames and blows out high-temperature heat waves, the feeling of unity between heaven and man, and the weird technique of pedaling in the air.

Marcus aims at Morrison, the strongest person here, and kills him within three seconds.

At this time, Marcus' power speed was several times faster than before.

With the blessing of the arcane magic of controlling objects, the spikes of wooden needles rained across Morrison. When he pulled the red sword blade, the wood shattered one after another. Marcus had already stepped forward.

Wooden stakes pierced out from under the formation and covered Morrison's head from the left, right and behind, sealing him tightly like a coffin.

Morrison had no time to split the wood, and several small wooden stakes penetrated through it again. The spiral high-temperature heat wave directly caused the flames to spread on it, followed by tree roots and vines, binding towards his limbs and joints. Try to limit his movements.

Even if Morrison cuts off all the restraints, he will still be burned by the flames.

Marcus's extra-large spiral sword also thrust forward at the same time. Accelerated by the deflection of the force field, it rushed towards him at extremely fast speeds, putting Morrison at an absolute disadvantage.

Even Morrison frowned. In the previous battle with Zahak, he spent unnecessary energy in pursuit of a quick victory. He did not expect that in the end, Bose was not Zahak, but the priest at the port.

These remnants of old Aram are not a little bit strong, they are ruthless characters.

Morrison unfolded the wing blade of his elbow to cut off all the tree roots and vines. He slashed out three swords in an instant against the flames, tore the cover on the wooden side and retreated, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

The hem of his clothes was engulfed in flames, but he pulled them all away with his backhand.

Marcus was shocked. He was so fast?

The Junlin Sword flashed with black light in an arc, and Marcus used a technique to deviate his position as if teleporting to avoid this invincible blow.

He knew the pros and cons. This terrifying cursed weapon from seven hundred years ago, even if it was just a sword, had its own characteristics. No matter what kind of existence it was, it had nothing to do with its power. If the blade of the sword was touched even slightly, it would kill instantly, and its sharp edge curse was even more powerful. If it doesn't cut, even then, what's the point of not hitting it.

There is no time. Marcus's physical strength is not like a bottomless pit with no end. Whether it is wood magic, maintaining the force field, or stirring the spiral sword, it requires a huge amount of physical energy.

He is no longer obsessed with bringing that person back alive. This group of people is not easy to deal with. If there is a slight mistake, he will die here. He must rely on an explosion to face the siege and completely sweep this place within five seconds!

Marcus immediately released the last wood magic.

He stood in the air, with wooden piles rising up around him like a high platform or a torture rack, and then he used the spiral sword to burn them all with high flames.

"I'm really fucked...all in the water!"

Ren contacted the weird force field and understood what Marcus was going to do. He was so damn perverted. It was the first time he met someone who could open the second stage. He was damn worthy of a thousand and two golden dragons and a privateering license in peacetime. , he performed his duties as a boatswain and asked the pirates hiding behind the horse corpses to use their escape speed and jump into the sea quickly, otherwise all the corpses would be lost.

Claude has been protecting the seriously injured Gloria and the mysterious man at the rear. He was hesitant. There seemed to be a lot of people here, but he and Li Site had been running around for a whole day, crossing mountains and ridges, riding bumpy horses, and leaking houses. It happened that Lian Yeyu had experienced a battle with Edmund, and his physical strength was about to bottom out. He could not let the brothers who followed him die in vain.

Gloria and Caruso were completely unable to fight. They crossed the huge chasm from the interior and worked their way to the east coast. They had already been squeezed to nothing.

Others were also exhausted physically and mentally from Zahak's interception battle and the battle at Secret Port.

But the one he faced was unscathed, the leader of the violent organization in Old Aram.

But at this time, Claude also became angry. The werewolves and dark elves could jump into the sea. These pirates were all good at water, but the seriously injured ones behind them couldn't jump, and they couldn't even fish them out. He said before that he didn't want a seat. , it’s just a scene talk, even if you are a pirate, you still have to show your name.

He himself did not 100% believe in Li Site's proposal. He was always pursuing the title, waiting for the emperor's heavenly soldiers to kill Beima and recruit Tianguo Harbor, so that he could regain his usefulness.

"The whole army forms an array!"

Claude yelled, he must guard the mysterious man behind him, otherwise all the hard work will be in vain.

"too late!"

Marcus also went crazy. The extra-large spiral sword exerted its strongest power, spinning and tearing the air with flames that shot out five or six meters high.

In an instant, all the firewood in the surroundings was ignited, the arcane magic of controlling objects was exerted to the extreme, and the force field exploded.

boom!

The spiral flame spread like a long dragon, rolled up like a carpet, and rolled up to a height of several meters, flowing in all directions. Wherever it passed, it pulled out ravines with the sword wind. It would kill you if it touched it, and it would burn if it touched it.

Claude's men formed an array to protect the mysterious man, and he stood at the front, holding his shield high.

Fortunately, Ren was extremely flexible and had already given the order. All the pirates abandoned their horse bunkers and jumped into the sea along with Swancha Divorman and others. Although they were as embarrassed as a drowned dog, their lives were still saved.

Morrison danced wildly with his whip blade, but he could only take care of himself.

Li Site protected himself with the Junlin Sword and diverted the flame dragon.

boom!

The flames completely spread out. The ablation flames of the giant ship had already raised the temperature in the cave. Now it was even hotter. Sparks filled the sky and ravines were drawn out, burning the corpses on the coast into hot coke.

Even Morrison couldn't resolve them all. Some sparks splashed onto the crocodile skin clothes and burned a few holes, but the already tattered clothes were not missing those holes.

Claude's side was the most miserable. The shield was boiling hot and the soldiers' hands were all burned. Claude at the front was even more miserable with his face covered in black dust.

Marcus remained calm. Although he didn't kill anyone, he had just started. He completely wiped out the place within five seconds, and there was only one last move left.

He was obsessed with arcane magic when he was young, but he had no ability to become a court sorcerer. When he was young, he joined the witch-hunting secrecy, fell into the abyss, and regretted his life.

Now that he is approaching his twilight years, the sins of the past have not been washed away, and unexpectedly he has to take action to kill people himself. It is really God's will.

"Okay, this is what I...have learned all my life."

At Marcus' age.

I am worthy of these four words that I have learned throughout my life.

He spread out one hand, and the extra-large sword broke away from his palm, slowly suspended in mid-air, the two halves spiraling wildly in opposite directions.

All the charred corpses on the coast were slowly drawn into the center of the vortex in the wind.

These still-hot embers wrapped around the extra-large spiral sword one after another, billowing smoke came out, and the temperature around Marcus reached extreme levels.

As long as you wave it, it will definitely be charred. This is not a flame, which is fleeting, but an undead ember that blows onto the body and eats the flesh and bones.

The Secret Service of Witch Hunting in Old Aram, Master Chief, has learned all his life.

Wildly burning black and gray dance in the wind.

"What about your mother's combo skills?"

Ren, who was already injured, emerged from the water. Not only was it a big job, it was a huge job.

"Fuck it."

Morrison said this. He didn't know the magic, so he could only protect himself. Only Fen could withstand him. He was not a scholar. Although he always had a sad face, he was extremely cold-blooded and vicious. He was said to be the most explosive person on the ship. It cannot be overstated that the former member of the Magic Energy Industry Committee is unfathomable.

Fen never took action, just accumulating all his strength and waiting for this moment.

He knew that Marcus would inevitably choose to break out in order to escape the siege.

The same goes for Fen. When he is waiting to explode, this time he can only win, not lose.

The stone tablet in the underworld was too terrifying, and Fen couldn't be sure. If he used it as a medium, he might die. After some decision-making, he still had to rely on himself.

I saw Fen standing on the guardrail of the ship, her long dark hair swaying in the strong wind, and then she pulled off her dark purple robe.

His upper body was naked, and he had a qualified pirate physique after many years of drifting on the sea. His skin was slightly rough, and his lean muscles had clear outlines. Densely dense, insect-like and obscure dark undead spells were squirming in his upper body, as if they had vitality. Those strange The horrifying patterns of the undead and mysterious celestial bodies are not tattoos.

Fin took off his monocle and crushed the lens between his two fingers.

Sen Luo's Death Service Technique·First level.

liberation.