Pirates: The beginning is a wave

For such a menacing two moves, Luo Lin put Gan Wuzhuo horizontally on his chest, withering with a cold breath, and saw that in the blink of an eye, it was snowing.

“Dead Song Requiem!”

“Yan Yan. Inflammation on the flames! ”

Two sword qi were cut out in succession, these two sword qi and Prometheus’ two skills, they are similar, both one cold and one hot, the two are intertwined, making the power more victorious!

“Boom!”

The attacks collided together, stirring up a strong storm, the storm wrinkled, the wind and clouds surged, and in an instant, the white snow in the sky was gone, the dark clouds were blown away, and the sun once again shone on the two.

However, when Rollin turned to look at Prometheus again, he found that Prometheus had set up a ship and left quickly.

Luo Lin also pretended to be exhausted, trying to suppress the recovery brought by the Sword God bloodline, making himself look more tired.

In the sky, Luo Lin looked at Prometheus’ gradually moving figure, pretending to gasp, but muttered in his mouth: “Ah, acting is really tired, but for the future plan, it is still very helpful, this time as long as you return to Marin Fandor, you can start the next plan.” ”

And that one plan is also a top priority!

Rollin’s body fell from the sky, until it was about to stack on the deck, Rollin’s body moved, after flipping around, Rollin landed steadily on the deck, of course, after Rollin landed steadily on the deck, he also pretended to make a stumble, which made Ain, who had been worried about Rollin, quickly came to Rollin’s side.

“Master, how are you feeling? Injure? Serious or not? ”

Ain went up and down and touched Rollin’s body for a while, wondering if Lin was injured.

Rollin looked at Ain gently.

“Don’t worry, my body recovered quickly, although there were some burns just now, but they have all recovered.”

After saying these words, Rollin turned his gaze to the video phone bug.

Looking at the shadow of the Warring States on the video phone worm, Luo Lin showed a wry smile at the Warring States and said: “Lord Marshal, I…”

Warring States looked at Luo Lin’s face full of “guilt”, and it was not good to say anything more.

“Rollin, you did a good job, you beat out the style of our navy, plus Prometheus’ strength is indeed strong, so he escaped from your hands, and I don’t blame you.”

Luo Lin pretended to be relieved, and then said very seriously: “Lord Marshal, I want to extend my vacation.” ”

“Yes.”

Luo Lin, who was originally going to explain it well, froze when he heard that the Warring States agreed very cheerfully, but soon he reflected, whether the Warring States asked him or not, he had to say this sentence later: “Lord Marshal, I want to temper my ability well during this time, and I have some new ideas about swordsmanship.” ”

“It’s good to have ideas, if you need help, you can come to me directly.”

“Yes, Lord Marshal.”

After ending the call of the phone worm, Luo Lin pretended to lie directly on the ground, gulping for breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked as if his physical strength was overdrawn.

Although Luo Lin has the blessing of the bloodline of the sword god, the feeling at this moment, for Luo Lin, is really almost the same, he just collected the spiritual power attached to Prometheus, and only felt that infinite exhaustion directly surged in his heart. _

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