Pirates: From the Expulsion of Marie Gioia

In his sleep, the battleship under his feet was sailing towards the West Sea at an extremely fast speed.

As for the CP officer who just left, he was standing behind the driver, constantly urging him.

In this way, the whole night was spent in the chatter of the CP chief.

A person who can be the head of the CP organization is certainly not a killing machine without emotion.

Just like Stucey in CP0, it has a special purpose.

And he happened to be such a person.

The bald five old star sailing on the sea, he is standing quietly on the deck, watching the sea level in the distance.

Gradually, he closed his eyes, and his breathing completely fell into a stretch.

This is exactly his method of cultivation.

When the cultivation of qi reaches its peak every day, the demon knife in his hand will emit the strongest power.

During the so many days of voyage, Wulaoxing spent it like this.

When he opened his eyes again, a long time had passed.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a permanent pointer from his arms.

The permanent pointer pointed to O'Hara.

Even though it was completely destroyed there, the permanent pointer still works.

Looking at the permanent pointer in his hand, the corner of Wu Laoxing's mouth curled into a smile.

After a pause, he spoke in a flat tone.

"O'Hara, the old man is here again."

"Last time, I brought hope."

"But this time, I will bring destruction."

"Maybe this is the cycle that belongs to the sea alone."

As the words fell, Wu Laoxing stood up from the ground and came to the railing.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his left hand and took the demon knife in his hand.

At the same time, his right hand also touched the handle of the demon knife.

With a clang, the demon knife was unsheathed.

In an instant, a dazzling dark purple sword light appeared out of thin air and attacked the sea behind the battleship.

With a swish, the sea surface behind the battleship was split out of thin air, forming an empty passage.

At the moment when the empty passage was formed, a powerful recoil suddenly descended.

This recoil force rushed the battleship under Wu Laoxing's feet towards the front fiercely.

In this way, the speed of the battleship suddenly rose several notches.

In order to reduce the voyage time, Wulaoxing had to adopt this physical method.

With this method, he successfully reached the West Sea in the early morning of the next day.

Wu Laoxing looked at the permanent pointer in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After spending some more time, he arrived at O'Hara in the West Sea.

Looking at the barren island in front of him, Wu Laoxing nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he directly stepped off the battleship and walked towards the depths of O'Hara.

Stepping on the scorched ground, Wu Laoxing walked slowly.

After a while, he came to a big dry tree.

Looking at the dark and lifeless tree in front of him, Wu Laoxing couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Omniscient Tree, long time no see."

"Unfortunately, you can no longer hear my whispers."

As the words fell, he stretched out his right hand and touched the tree trunk in front of him.

With each inch of touch, the feeling in Wu Laoxing's heart became more and more vigorous.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a long sigh.

He didn't say anything, but he seemed to say a lot.

After a while, Wu Laoxing readjusted his emotions and walked towards the depths of the tree of omniscience.

He knew there was what he needed.

Wu Laoxing gently pushed aside the ruins in front of him, and then a passage leading to the basement came into view.

Without any hesitation, he directly took steps and walked in.

Accompanied by the creaking sound, the shoes constantly rubbed against the ground.

Soon, a huge stone tablet came into Wulaoxing's eyes.

Looking at the things in front of him, he whispered to himself.

"History text, you are still here."

"However, next, you have to come with me."

After saying this, Wu Laoxing stretched out his left hand and took the demon knife in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand was on the handle of the knife again.

At the same time, a dark purple breath spread from his body.

After a while, the dark purple phantom solidified slightly, forming a huge sword-wielding figure behind him.

Without any hesitation, Wu Laoxing slowly pulled out the demon sword in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, with a clang, the demon knife was unsheathed.

And the dark purple phantom behind him also pulled out the dark purple sword in his hand at the same time.

Looking at the historical text in front of him, Wulaoxing swung heavily at the ground beside it.

He has a deep understanding of the hardness of the historical text, and it is simply not something that his strength can shake.

Therefore, he adopted the method of curves.

With a bang, Wulaoxing's dark purple blade slashed on the ground beside Shi Zhengwen.

When he stabbed down, the ground under his feet trembled slightly.

And the dark purple phantom, which swung a huge dark purple chopping wave, followed closely behind and crashed into the land.

In this way, the magnitude of the ground tremor became larger and larger.

Even collapsed.

Feeling the tremor under his feet, Wulaoxing continued to wave the demon sword in his hand without any hesitation.

In this way, one after another of dark purple sword lights and chopping waves continuously attacked the surroundings of the main text of history.

Gradually, the ground could no longer withstand this high-intensity attack.

Almost instantly, starting from the four sides of the historical text, the ground cracked inch by inch.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Laoxing stopped what he was doing.

Although the ground has cracked, it has not reached the worst level.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Laoxing took his own steps and left here.

He doesn't intend to completely separate the historical text now.

After all, his manpower hasn't arrived yet, if they are separated now, wouldn't he need to carry it by himself.

He wouldn't do this kind of physical work.

Thinking of this, he sheathed the demon sword, hugged it in his arms, and walked leisurely.

Soon, Wu Laoxing whispered to himself in a flat voice.

"I hope you don't keep me waiting too long."

"After all, my temper is not very good."

As the voice fell, Wulaoxing walked out of the scope of the tree of omniscience.

He returned to his battleship again, sitting on the deck watching the sea level in the distance.

After a while, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling the practice of the demon sword.

Time, just as he was cultivating, kept passing by.

After an unknown amount of time, Wulaoxing's ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of ships sailing.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes directly and stared at the sea level in the distance.

Soon, battleships came into view.