Pirate’s Brood Order

The black clouds and haze are like a strange human face roaring with its huge mouth open. The pouring rain is like dense iron wires falling down and smashing on the island, splashing whistling smoke and dust, the mud and rocks are rolling, and the hull of the ship Breaking off, the hunting black skull flag broke off along with the mast and rushed into the depths of the dark clouds.

Rumble!

The purple lightning tore through the clouds, revealing a blurry silhouette wrapped in black clouds. Two sharp knives instead of broken feet pierced into the clouds, exuding a cold silver light. He fell off but was still majestic like the king of beasts, his face was looming in the shadows, and the broken wood of the rudder inserted into the top of his head made him look a little funny, but it also added a tyrannical and dangerous atmosphere.

As William, who aspires to become a great pirate, has naturally heard the legendary story of the golden lion Shiji. He looked up at the terrifying figure that seemed to shake the clouds and rain in horror, like a dormant god in the dark, which made people shudder, and a stormy sea arose in his heart. : "It is said that the death spot of the golden lion Shiji is not a storm, but these clouds are like solid lead lumps, Gulu... No wonder Sakarski wandered around the East China Sea for so long but he didn't even find the shadow of the golden lion Now, who would have expected that the Golden Lion, which was almost completely defeated by a storm, now hides its lair behind the storm. Is this the spirit of a legendary pirate who can compete with Roger? "

"Yo, are there any guests who were sent along on the island?" The golden lion Shiji grabbed a broken mast with his left hand, and a ferocious black skull was spread out on the mast. Smiling: "It seems that I heard that a naval branch was washed away in the East China Sea, and it can be regarded as a bad name hahaha~"

In the eyes of this legendary pirate, the era of great pirates that Roger started with his life is just a funny and weak farce. The pirates of this era are all soft-legged shrimps whose backbones have been broken by the navy. Twenty years have passed, why is Marin Fando still standing on the sea.

Is this the so-called era of great pirates?

Just bullshit!

The Four Emperors are nothing but waste that is content with the status quo, and the Qiwuhai is even more like a dog at the feet of the Navy. The Golden Lion Shiji threw the Black Skull Pirate Flag casually, and a terrifying and wild laugh echoed in the clouds: "It seems to be The old man has been silent for too long, and it is time to wake up the fear of big pirates in this era!"

The majestic momentum was like a mountain overturning and falling down. William's muscles were trembling. He desperately grabbed the shipwreck that was buried in mud and rocks and plunged into the island. The ghost Ajin also had trembling legs and a pale face. Staring incomparably at the falling figure, the two iron crutches made a "squeaky" sound, and walked to guard William's side with lead-filled steps.

"Oh~"

Both feet landed on the ground, and the sharp knife feet pierced the ground. The golden lion glanced at A Jin casually, as if wiping it lightly, and A Jin flew out uncontrollably upside down and smashed through the heavy rain. A bloody chasm was drawn on the ground, and the body twitched and swayed twice on the ground and then stopped moving.

"Lucky kid, the old man needs a grand appearance, but he still needs a guide in the East China Sea, can you do it?"

From the corner of his eye, William looked at A Jin, who didn't know what to do, swallowed loudly, and nodded his head vigorously.

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Frost Moon Village.

One Heart Dojo!

The autumn leaves are fading, and the cold wind sweeps and blows the tatami mats scattered on the ground. The disciples of the dojo look at the navy that surrounds and blocks the whole dojo on the inner three floors and the outer three floors with fear. The gun hole was aimed straight at it.

"What are you going to do?"

"Why defend us?"

Amidst the noisy and terrified voices, the disciples of the dojo gathered in the middle, exasperated, and on the other side stood a row of disciples who were also wearing dojo uniforms. They silently took off their clothes and changed into neat navy uniforms. "Clang" came out of its sheath, aiming murderously at the disciple who had been trained in a dojo.

At the door, the navy's queue spread out, and Chi Ye rushed into the dojo. His face was indifferent and his eyes were covered with black erosion. The black hole-like pupils were unspeakably dangerous. He looked around the dojo for a week, and finally fell on sitting cross-legged in the dojo. On Koshiro behind the coffee table.

On the mahogany-colored coffee table lay a simple long knife, the scabbard was off-white, quiet and cold, Koshiro sat silently, his eyes under the gentle lens, Furui Wubo could not see any unnecessary emotions, and he was holding a knife in his right hand. The pot of clear tea is poured steadily into the glazed blue teacup.

Sip it, drink it alone!

Chi Yeben looked at it coldly, and shouted in a chilling voice, "Yixin Dojo is the place where the revolutionary rebel army secretly meets, and Koshiro, the master of the dojo, is confirmed to be a member of the revolutionary army."

"The owner of the hall is actually a revolutionary army? The Yixin Dojo belongs to the rebel army..."

"The navy must have made a mistake. How could our Yixin Dojo have anything to do with the rebellious revolutionary army? The owner of the hall doesn't care about world affairs at all except drinking tea and practicing swords every day."

"Framing, this is a blatant framing, you navy want to..."

There was an uproar in the audience, all the dojo disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, some were indignant, some were in disbelief, but some were already heartbroken, with cold sweat on their foreheads and bridges of nose.

Koshiro sat motionless, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him. He was clearly in the center of the storm, but his emotions didn't fluctuate at all.

"Koshiro, do you have anything to say?" Chi Yeben stared at Koshiro coldly. There seemed to be a motionless sword standing in the center of the storm. The blade was being pulled out inch by inch. The cold wind that blows after the snow cuts the skin of the person sorely.

Koshiro put down his teacup and rested his palm on the hilt of the knife. Suddenly, the quiet sword let out a crack like thunder on the ground. He stood up, his snow-white socks stepped on the tatami, and his eyes were clear and calm under the thin and shiny lenses. It seems that he has already seen through all the laws and life and death in the world.

Koshiro didn't speak, because talking was useless, he just walked outside step by step, the tatami under his feet split into two without a sound, and the moment he stepped out of the threshold, his aura had already accumulated to the peak, the blade of the sword "Humming" trembled, and invisible air waves surrounded his feet strangely.

"If you don't answer, that's acquiescence!" Chi Yeben grinned and said coldly: "I advise you to put down the knife and kneel down to kill yourself, and you can also avoid blood staining the dojo, otherwise..."

With the sound of clicking and clicking, Chi Ye glanced at the silent dojo disciples and said with a sneer, "They all have to die!"

After queuing up for a whole day, I can only shoot in CT next Wednesday. . . . mmp