The black dark clouds and haze are like a strange human face roaring with its huge mouth open. The pouring rain is like a dense iron wire that has fallen down on the island, splashing smoke and dust, the mud and rocks are shattered, and the hull of the ship is smashed. Broken, the black skull flag with the sound of hunting and hunting broke off together with the mast and rushed into the depths of the dark clouds.

Boom!

The purple lightning ripped apart the clouds, revealing a blurry outline that seemed to be wrapped in black clouds. Two sharp blades that replaced the broken feet pierced the clouds, revealing a cold silver glow. The thick blonde hair that I was proud of in my youth gradually gradually Falling off but still majestic like the king of beasts, his face is looming in the shadows, and the half of the rudder splintered into the top of his head makes him look a bit funny, but it also adds an atmosphere of tyranny and danger.

William, who is determined 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 stir up the clouds and rain, just like a **** dormant in the dark. : "Isn't the death point of the legendary golden lion Shiji not a storm, but this piece of cloud is like a solid lead block, Gollum... No wonder Sakarsky has been wandering in the East China Sea for so long, but he didn't even find the shadow of the golden lion. Now, who would have guessed that the golden lion, who was almost completely defeated by a storm, is now hiding his lair behind the storm. Is this the spirit of a legendary pirate who can compete with Roger? "

"Hey, there are other guests who were sent with you on the island?" The golden lion Shiji grabbed a broken mast with his left hand, and on the mast was drawn a hideous black skull. Smile: "It seems that I heard that a navy branch was washed away in blood in the East China Sea, and it is also considered a fierce name hahaha~"

In the eyes of this legendary pirate, the era of the great pirate that Roger opened with his life was just a funny and weak farce. The pirates in this era were all soft-footed shrimp whose spines had been broken by the navy. Twenty years later, why is Marin Fando still standing above this sea?

Is this the so-called era of pirates?

It's just shit!

The Four Emperors are nothing but **** content with the status quo, Qiwuhai is even a dog at the feet of the navy, and Shiki the Golden Lion threw down the Black Skull Pirate Flag, and a terrifying and wild laughter echoed in the clouds: "It seems that 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 aura is like a mountain overturned and crushed. William's muscles are shaking. He desperately grabs half of the buried mud and stone and plunges it into the wreck of the island. The ghost Ajin also has trembling legs and a pale face. Incomparably staring at the descending figure, the two iron crutches rattled and guarded William's side with lead-filled steps.

"Huh~"

The feet fell on the ground, and the sharp blade pierced the ground. The golden lion glanced at Ah Jin casually, as if he smeared it lightly. Ah Jin flew out uncontrollably and smashed through the heavy rain. A **** gulf was drawn on the ground, and his body twitched on the ground twice before moving.

"Lucky kid, this 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 Akin, who didn't know whether to live or die, swallowed loudly, and nodded his head vigorously.

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Frost Moon Village.

One-hearted Dojo!

The autumn leaves fell, and the cold wind swept through the tatami scattered on the ground. The disciples of the dojo looked at the navy who surrounded and blocked the entire dojo on the inner three floors and the outer three layers with fear. The gun hole is aimed flat.

"What are you going to do?"

"Why defend us?"

In the noisy and frightened voices, the disciples of the dojo gathered in the middle, frightened and angry, while on the other side stood a clear line of disciples who were also wearing dojo uniforms. Clang" came out of the sheath, murderously aiming at a disciple who had been trained in a dojo.

At the door, the queue of the navy dispersed, and Chi Ye ran into the dojo. His face was indifferent and his pupils were covered with black erosion. The black hole-like pupils were indescribably strange and dangerous. He looked around the dojo for a week, and his eyes finally fell on the dojo and sat cross-legged. On Koushiro behind the coffee table.

On the mahogany-colored coffee table is a simple long knife. The scabbard is gray and white. It is quiet and cold. Koushiro sits silently. Gujing Wubo's eyes under the Sven lens can't see any unnecessary emotions. The pot of clear tea is poured into the glazed cyan tea cup.

Sip lightly, drink alone!

Chi Yeben looked at it coldly, with a cold voice on his lips and shouted: "The Yixin Dojo is the location of the secret private meeting of the revolutionary rebel army, and the dojo owner Koushiro is confirmed to be a member of the revolutionary army."

"The owner of the pavilion is actually a revolutionary army? Yixin Dojo is a rebel army..."

"The navy must have made a mistake. How could our Yixin Dojo have anything to do with the rebellious revolutionary army? Apart from drinking tea and practicing swordsmanship, the owner of the museum doesn't care about world affairs at all."

"A framed accusation~lightnovelpub.net~ This is a blatant framed accusation, you navy are trying to..."

There was an uproar, and the disciples of the dojo looked at each other in disbelief, some were indignant, some were incredulous, but some were already heartbroken, and cold sweat appeared on the bridge of their foreheads and noses.

Koushiro 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 did not fluctuate in the slightest. This energy-raising effort was truly terrifying.

"Koshiro, do you have anything to say?" Chi Yeben stared at Koushiro coldly. In the center of the storm stood an immobile sword. The blade was being pulled out inch by inch. The cold wind blowing after the snow had cut people's skins with pain.

Koushiro put down the teacup, rested his palm on the handle of the knife, and the quiet sword suddenly let out a cracking sound like a thunder that exploded on the ground. He stood up, his snow-white socks stepped on the tatami, and the pair of eyes under the thin bright lenses were clear and calm. It seems that he has already seen through all the laws of the world and life and death.

Koushiro didn't speak, because it was useless to speak, he just walked out step by step, the tatami under his feet cracked into two silently, and the moment he stepped out of the threshold, the momentum of the whole person had already accumulated to the peak, the blade body The "humming" trembled, and the invisible air waves strangely surrounded his feet.

"If you don't answer, that's the default!" Chi Yeben grinned and said coldly, "I advise you to put down your knife and kneel to commit suicide, so as to avoid blood staining the dojo, otherwise..."

With the sound of clattering in a row, Chi Yeben glanced at the dojo disciple who was silent and sneered, "They all have to die!"