Pirate Company

"Go back, this is not a place for you to act wild." The leading guard had already received the report from his subordinates, and learned of the tragic situation of the two guards stationed at the gate. He felt a little frightened, and tried his best to avoid a confrontation with the person before him.

Ah Fang came here just to kill people.

A Fang didn't pay attention to what the other party said. He only knew that the person standing in front of him was his enemy and he could just kill him.

Since he wanted to behead, there was no need to talk nonsense. With a wave of his knife, Alfang saw a huge human head falling from the air. After careful identification, it was the person who had previously advised Al Fang to leave.

The man's detached head still had an incredulous look on his face, as if he was thinking, "Why did the other party just pick it up and kill him without any summons?"

Snap!

The heads fell to the ground, and all the guards recovered from their panic. What happened today is destined to go wrong. If you don't knock down the person in front of you, you will be the only one who dies.

"kill him."

Someone shouted loudly, and as if they had heard the order, the guards uniformly raised their weapons and killed the young man standing in front of them.

For a moment, A Fang was surrounded by a hail of guns and swords. Countless weapons with cold light formed a steel cage around him.

At this moment, A Fang felt like a caged bird unable to escape.

escape?

Why run away?

There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart, and there is nothing to be afraid of when the sword is thrown upon one's body.

Facing the light of the sword, A Fang wildly waved the long sword in his hand. Driven by the breath of the dancing sword, a strong wind blew out of thin air where A Fang was standing, blowing countless swords. Trembling.

In the rain of guns and swords, a gap was cut out by Al Fang. Al Fang, who seized the opportunity, rushed towards the gap. Although the guards tried their best to block the gap and prevent the other party from escaping, it was in vain because the other party's strength was far beyond their own.

The guards were powerless and couldn't stop the other party even if they wanted to. Instead, wherever the other party went, they left many bloody corpses, all cut into two parts, which was shocking to see.

"madman!"

Seeing that Afang didn't look back and went straight towards the place where a group of nobles gathered to kill, the guards panicked. If he was careless and caused any harm to a group of nobles, it wouldn't be a big deal if he lost his life, and I'm afraid his family would also be punished.

Slightly suppressing the fear in his heart, the guard caught up with Al Fang again and blocked him, determined not to let him take another step forward.

A group of guards once again surrounded and killed Al Fang. They thought in their hearts that since they couldn't stop him, they could only risk their lives.

There is no way, this is the sadness of the people at the bottom, their destiny is never in their own hands.

"ah!"

At this moment, A Fang only had the few people in his eyes - the culprits. A Fang walked forward step by step. The long knife in his hand turned into the sickle of death. Every step was accompanied by blood and death, and there were constant guards. The screams came from beside him, Al Fang, but none of these could shake his heart at all.

At this moment, Al Fang is just a machine that kills people without emotion.

"Is this really okay?" Looking at the guards who kept falling, Harry asked Raquel: "These people are the property of the Sikaiyalu family, don't you feel a little bit sad?"

Harry didn't feel sorry for the fallen guards, he just felt sorry for the money. The death of every guard was a huge loss in his eyes.

"What does it matter? You can have this kind of garbage as much as you want." Raquel was rich and did not care about the injuries to the guards. "Besides, garbage also has its uses. Now making the best use of everything, isn't that what they should do?" Something about that?”

"Pretend I didn't say it." Harry didn't feel distressed when he saw the other party, so why should he be so sentimental? He started to enjoy the performance in front of him with great interest.

"Afang is truly worthy of being the number one swordsman in the East China Sea Naval Academy. His strength is really amazing. It's just a pity that it's better to destroy things that can't be used by us or me," Kohler said.

"No matter how strong he is, he is only one person after all. Personal bravery has little effect. In the end, we nobles have the final say in this world. The best proof is in front of us." Anderson also joined in the chat and agreed: "Yes. Destroy what you can’t reach, that’s a good suggestion.”

"I didn't expect that you, who can only tell fairy tales, can have such profound insights. It's quite rare." Kohler couldn't help but feel a little happy when someone agreed with his opinion. Suddenly, he felt that Anderson in front of him was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

If you don’t know how to chat, don’t chat.

Kohler chatted to death all at once. What do you mean by you who can only tell fairy tales? Are you sane, Kohler?

Seeing Kohler's "I'm optimistic about you" look, Anderson instantly lost interest in talking to him.

A brief chat at the parents' home, and a bloody fight at the same time. The two scenes are put together, creating an incompatible and confusing feeling.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Al Fang no longer knows how many people have fallen under his sword. The long knife in his hand has already been dyed bright red, and blood drops are constantly dripping from the sword.

The constant fighting had consumed too much of his energy. Al Fang felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe in his chest, and the strength in his hands was also much weaker.

clang!

Swords clashed, and for the first time, a guard blocked Al Fang's violent sword skills.

"He has no strength left. Kill him."

Many guards who saw this scene, of course, knew that the other party was a little bit out of strength, otherwise, the situation in front of them would not have happened. This one used to kill dozens of people with one knife.

After a life-and-death fight, his own strength has become stronger, and the guards will definitely not believe such nonsense. It is the fate of the son of luck, how could it be his turn.

The lack of physical strength of the opponent is an opportunity for everyone. There were many guards who were paddling, but they suddenly became courageous. They increased the strength in their hands one after another, and rushed towards Afang.

As the saying goes, Nifeng is as cowardly as a dog, and Shunfeng is as fierce as a god, that's the reason.

The guard's sudden desperate effort to block him suddenly increased the pressure on Afang. For a while, there was a drumming match between the two parties.

Clang, clang!

The bloody sound of long knives piercing flesh was no longer heard at the scene, replaced by the constant sound of weapons colliding, and the scene of sparks splashing in all directions, there was an indescribable beauty in this quiet night sky.

puff!

The more time passed, the more A Fang felt powerless, and finally, without paying attention, some guard's long knife left a hole in A Fang's body, and the blood splattered everywhere.

"He's injured, brothers work harder."

Seeing the injured Afang, the morale of the guards was boosted, and the offensive in their hands became more and more fierce, and Afang's wounds became more and more.

"Even if it's rubbish, it can produce good results when necessary." Raquel looked at the hard-working guards and let out a satisfied laugh, "It's time."

Raquel has been jealous of the title of the school's number one swordsman for a long time, and he is about to end in person and take away the title of number one swordsman.

The reason why Raquel chose to leave the field in person now is because he saw that Afang was already at the end of his battle, and there was not much risk.

Why not do what you can get at your fingertips.

Although he has confidence in his own strength, if he fights Ah Fang to the death, he will inevitably suffer some damage. It is not worth fighting his own life with a commoner.

"Stand back, in order to avoid unintentional damage, I will take care of the next thing." Raquel, who pushed everyone away, stood in front of Afang, "Next, I will let you understand who is The school's number one swordsman."

"Young master, we will be able to take down the opponent immediately." Raquel's thoughtfulness moved the guards greatly, "Young master is a man of gold, if there is any damage, we will die. "

"Don't you believe in my strength?" Raquel pretended to be angry and said, "For your safety, it is worth getting a little injury."

"Little Lord."

A group of guards were completely conquered by Raquel's superb strength, and slowly retreated to the side, leaving enough room for Raquel to display.

"Those who killed me, Sikealu, you will be punished as they should be. All that awaits you is death." Raquel issued a death notice to Afang confidently.

"When I got here, I didn't intend to go back alive." Afang gave Raquel a disdainful look, and couldn't help but clenched the long knife in his hand. As a swordsman's instinct, why didn't he want to fight Raquel in a dignified battle? field.

boom!

The two didn't say much more, and they fought together.

When the two sides fought against each other, the long knives collided violently, and there was a sonic boom.

Raquel took the initiative to attack, holding a long knife in his hand and quickly rushed towards Afang, opened and closed at the door of Afang's face, raised the knife and slashed.

"Why do you still have such great strength?" Just after the fight, the shock force from his hands made Raquel take a few steps back unconsciously. He really didn't expect that Afang, who was already so weak, would actually And so much strength.

"I have to praise you, your strength is really good." Raquel is not a reckless man, so he immediately changed his strategy, planning to deal with the opponent for a while, and then say it after the opponent can no longer support, "If you are willing to join the West Sea Society, I can stay You die."

"I just want to kill people, nothing else."

Fang didn't give Raquel a chance to delay at all, and took the initiative to kill Raquel. He also knew that the wounds on his body could no longer be delayed, so he could only kill as many as he could.

Not being able to kill the enemy with his hands is probably Afang's only regret.

"You are stubborn, no wonder I am." Ge blocked A Fang's long knife, and Raquel pushed the weapon in A Fang's hand aside, opened a distance, and continued: "It seems that you still have some strength, I plan to give you a chance to live, but it seems unnecessary."

Afang didn't even bother to speak, such a waste of energy, and the only response to Raquel was the bloodthirsty long knife in his hand.

Boom boom boom!

Due to the fight between the two, the continuous sonic boom sounded again.

The swordsmanship of the two of them both took the path of great openness and great unity, and they were mighty and unparalleled, but they lacked a lot of beauty. The two people in the field didn't care whether they looked good or not, and they both felt enough pressure from each other.

Just thinking about using the most effective method to make the opponent fall, Raquel and Afang slashed at each other's vitals without any move.

In the fight between Raquel and Afang, the ground under their feet suffered first, and the sputtered sword energy left painful wounds on the ground.

So strong!

The people at the scene were amazed.