Pirate’s Brood Order

It was as if countless poisonous snakes were neighing in the dark night, the air was swallowed up, and the coldness penetrating into the bone marrow turned into terrifying shadows dormant among the snakes, surrounded by murderous intent.

Fan Oka turned his head and looked back, his pupils constricted suddenly, his heart twitched fiercely, his feet were thrown back, and he shrank back and forth in a strange way, looking like a kite being pulled by a tow. A steel wire was hanging from his body, pulling him back quickly.

Wrapped in a fur coat, the sickly Poison Q pointed his fingers in the basket, a red apple spun rapidly into the black mist, a firework exploded in the darkness, and then the flames burst like being caught The boiling oil engulfed by the mud, the flames were silently engulfed by the shadows entangled in the black thread before they could fully bloom.

The cold and frightening atmosphere dissipated with the air, and the thick fur coat seemed to be unable to hide the pervasive gloom. Poison Q felt a fine layer of goose bumps aroused on the surface of the skin, and those "neighing" black lines seemed to be offended In general, he immediately turned his fangs and bit him fiercely.

"The deepest impression of red apples in my memory comes from a fairy tale, and it turned out that the red apples handed to me by strangers were all poisonous!" A hoarse voice came from nowhere in the pervasive shadows , but it seems to come from all directions: "You throwing an apple at me means that you can't wait to die for your companion?"

Poison Q's scalp was faintly numb, the piercing killing image was like countless fine needles piercing the skin, and the cold wind was blowing on his face, but it was difficult to capture the location of the figure hidden in the black mist.

Extremely violent and dangerous screamed in his body, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He had only felt this terrifying and sinister feeling from his own captain, Blackbeard Teach.

The difference is that the darkness manipulated by Tiqi is like dark water entangled in darkness, silently absorbing everything; while the black mist in front of him at this moment is more like lingering black fire, a dark place woven and manipulated by black silk threads. Fire, decay corrodes all.

Like a ray of shadow seeping from the underworld, eager to pollute and devour the living beings in the world.

"Don't touch it!" Poison Q's eyelids twitched, his heart was horrified but he didn't panic. Although he was a ship doctor, since he could be recruited by Blackbeard, his strength was naturally extremely tyrannical. Randomly kill the existence.

"Fate has already told me the answer, can you kill me?" Poison Q flicked his wrist, and a hideous scythe emerged from under his coat, like the death sickle in charge of fate, entwined around the handle between swings The chains trembled and made a "ding nail bang" sound.

The scythe cut through the black mist sharply, and the moment it came into contact with the diffuse black line, the blade moved strangely, and the smooth black silk was like a woman's long hair being cut off easily.

"Fate will help me cut everything in front of me!" Poison Q smiled sinisterly, and he dexterously manipulated the long and ferocious sickle, cutting through the permeating black mist one by one, even the lingering black fire. It was also shaken sideways by the sickle strangely.

In the black mist, Yarlin's figure appeared majestic, a palm flashed out like lightning, and he grabbed the sickle. The white glove was unusually conspicuous in the dark, but the edge of the glove was entwined with bulging shadows. It was as if a big snake was biting down on the sickle with its mouth open.

"Fate?" The corner of Yarlin's mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc, as if he was sneering, "I want to know what it's like to swallow fate!"

If you believe in fate, fate will be manipulated by you like a puppet on a string; if you despise fate, what can fate do?

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the scythe and fingertips collided suddenly to emit bursts of sparks, and then were obliterated by the shadows. Yarlin's arm was twisted like a boneless snake, and it crawled towards Poison Q along the slender hilt.

Terrifying power and cold aura converged and were transmitted along the tremor of the sickle. Poison Q's sickly body felt like a thunderstorm, and he felt a huge force invade his body, and the hand holding the knife was a little unsteady.

He immediately grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, and the sickle spun frantically in an attempt to cut off Yarlin's arm, but the other party was completely unafraid, the twisted and twisted arm stretched suddenly, like the suddenly elongated body of a curled up poisonous python, It was hard to guard against, and the next moment, the ferocious hooked fingertips tore through the collar, and the cold fishy smell reached the throat.

Goose bumps shook off the trembling neck!

"I heard you suggest to go to us, so, did fate tell you that I will appear in front of you so soon?"

The cold and hoarse voice was accompanied by cold and bone-chilling fingertips. Poison Q's hair stood on end. He felt his ears buzzing, his eyes darkened, and a bloody smell surged up his throat and filled his mouth.

The sickle spun wildly, but it seemed to be trapped in a sluggish muddy swamp, and it seemed to be entangled by countless sticky spider webs. Every time it made an effort, it was extremely difficult. Poison Q's eyes widened, but he saw that Yarlin's arm was weird at some point. The cracks in the body swelled into countless black threads, and those black threads were entwined in mid-air, strangling the sickle to death in irregular circles.

The arm was split into a spider web, but the black thread hooked in front was still condensed into a twisted arm like a snake, and the fingertips were like hooks digging into Poison Q's throat, and had already pierced into his throat.

Horror, spooky, chilling!

The frightened Poison Q hastily tiptoed, the ground under his feet exploded, and gravel and gravel splashed, revealing a deep pit that was more than a meter wide, and the surrounding edges were splashed with rippling powder to block his sight.

Blood splashed and splashed, Poison Q retreated violently, and at the same time, a hidden and silent bullet slid past his cheek, piercing through and shattering the sharp finger hook, and simultaneously blasting off half of the wrist and arm behind him.

The broken black thread scattered, a bloody throat fell to the ground, and was shattered into hundreds of shrapnel the size of a fingernail, still rushing into Cyclonus.

The lingering shadows swirled around the surface of Yarlin's body, and rushed towards the shrapnel with claws and teeth. One breath melted all the shrapnel, and there was not even ashes left.

A hundred meters away, Fan Aoka, who was hiding behind a rock wall with a gun, had protruding eyes, staring in disbelief at Yarlin whose shoulder had been blown apart, why was he still able to manipulate the ability to swallow up the remaining shrapnel.

That is a specially made Hailoushi bullet, which is the nemesis of devil fruit ability users. Shouldn't it completely wipe out all the resistance and struggle of the opponent the moment it is shot into the opponent's body?

Obviously, the entire arm was pierced and shattered by the bullet!

"However, at least one of the opponent's shoulders was shot!" Fan Oka's mouth curled up into a smirk, aiming at Yarlin's forehead from a distance and said quietly: "The next bullet will kill you!"