Sword of the pirate king

"It's in range, ready to fire...poof!"

The shouting crew member held Zizi's bloody neck, looked at his captain with disbelief, and fell powerlessly.

Quentin shook the back of his hand blankly, and the blood on the spikes spilled out.

"Idiot, how can we go after destroying the warship? Put down all the shells and prepare for the battle!"

That's right, if you break the boat, don't you have to rely on manpower to paddle out of here?
They are used to the routine of dealing with the navy on weekdays, but few people reacted at the moment, and only after listening to the captain's explanation did they understand.

"Cannonball?"

Noah asked, and the flying squirrel shook his head, saying: "Since we plan to capture it alive, let's go to the ship and fight directly. Seeing how broken their ship is, it will probably fall apart after a round of shelling."

"It just so happened that I brought some rookies this time, so it should be training."

"That's right, it would be too boring to solve it all at once."

Noah said with a smile.

It wasn't until they approached that the people on the Bloodthorn Pirates realized that the naval warships that attacked this time were quite different from the ones they had seen in normal times.

Big, big, big enough to seem to easily fit their boat right into the hold.

Compared with the majestic and mighty naval warships, their ships are as worthless as rotten fish and shrimps in the river ditch.

The main reason is that many boards are missing on the hull, and many small holes have been opened below the waterline, making the boat look particularly miserable.

All the dismantled boards were made into oars. If they hadn't seen a naval warship, this was their hope of escaping.

"Whizzing!"

Before the pirates of the Bloodthorn Pirates could react, they saw countless rope claws flying towards the warship, nailing them firmly to the side of the ship, and the next second, the sailors in white sailor uniforms swarmed Down.

These are all weak ones, and those with some real strength jumped off the battleship, slowed down halfway, and landed directly on the deck of the Bloodthorn.

"kill!"

"Blood Thorn" Quentin roared, raised his hand and shot a flying stab, instantly knowing the life of a sailor, the pirates under his command rushed forward with red eyes as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Do you need me to clear the field first?"

Seeing that the sailors were caught off guard by the mad dog-like pirates and were injured again and again, Noah asked, Mo Yun in his hand was ready to go.

"No, let these rookies go through a little more experience to really make them grow. The injuries they suffer now will save their lives in the future. You don't need to do anything. I'll just watch."

"Your prey is there, go."

The flying squirrel said calmly, swung a knife and knocked over a pirate who rushed up desperately.

Noah nodded and glanced at the bloody sailors.

After getting used to it for a while, the rigorous training finally took effect. With the command and help of the veterans, the inexperienced rookie can gradually start to fight back.

After all, the number of people is twice that of the Bloodthorn Pirates. If they still lose, the navy will really be hopeless.

"Ding!"

He raised the knife and knocked away the flying stabs oncoming, and the ink cloud fell, revealing Noah's stern face behind him.

"Where did the hairy boy dare to stand in my way?"

Quentin grinned grinningly. The spike that was originally aimed at the flying squirrel was blocked by a young man, which made him a little upset.

If you are not happy, you will kill someone!
"You... don't deserve to know my name."

Noah said calmly, regardless of Quentin's flushed face.

"How courageous! It's been a long time since I've heard anyone say such arrogant words in front of me, hehehe."

Quentin laughed back in anger, spikes burst out of his body, tore his clothes, as if he was wearing a hedgehog armor.

On the peak of the double fist, there are eight slender spikes that look like sharp claws, shining with white bone light.

"Die!"

When the fist hit, the knife flashed in an instant, and the four sharp thorns broke off at the same root, and the cross-section was extremely neat.

Quentin's eyebrows twitched violently, and he put away his contempt.

But after a few breaths, the spikes grew back, and Quentin became cautious, shortening the distance with Noah, wanting to fight Noah at a distance where the long knife is not conducive to exerting force.

With spikes all over his body, as long as he comes into close contact with an opponent, he can cause damage.

"Get back!"

Noah's face turned cold, and he slashed out at a very close distance.

This knife has to be resisted, he can't use too much strength in such a short distance!
Quentin thought so, and his face showed joy. As long as he survived this knife, he could display his favorite killing technique and enjoy the blood fountain wantonly.

"Sword Fire—Splitting Armor!"

The ink cloud entwined by the flame of thunder moved instantly, almost obliquely cutting half of Quentin's body from the lower abdomen. If the wound was deeper, his intestines would have to flow out.

The sharpness on the skin is comparable to that of pig iron, and it is no different from the air when encountering ink clouds, and it does not hinder even half of it.

"Impossible! How can such a short distance be..."

Quentin clutched the horrific wound in vain, his hands were not enough, blood gushed out, staining his whole body red.

He staggered forward a step, as if he would fall down at any time, with doubts and puzzlement on his face, he wanted Noah to give him an explanation.

However, in the next second, Quentin opened his arms, and the spikes exploded, trying to hug Noah who was close at hand, and let the spikes pierce him into a sieve.

"You can't escape this time!"

"Even if you have armed colors and iron blocks, it's useless. Lao Tzu's spikes also cover the armed colors!"

Quentin laughed wildly, the spikes on his body were indeed covered with a layer of dark armed domineering, and he was confident that his domineering would be able to penetrate the domineering defense of the young navy in his arms.

The source of his domineering, speaking of it, has a lot to do with the navy. After he captured a colonel of the navy headquarters, he tortured him for three days and three nights and dug out the cultivation method of domineering from the colonel's mouth.

He has no talent for knowledge and knowledge, but he is very quick to learn armed color. He has cultivated to the peak of the second tier in less than two years without the guidance of a teacher. So far, he has never seen anyone who is better than him in armed color except for that man. .

Thinking of the arrogant man with an evil smile, Quentin's heart couldn't stop the killing intent, but he was soon overwhelmed by timidity.

Doflamingo, if he hadn't killed them all, how could Quentin have plunged into the windless belt to save his life.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Quentin quickly came back to his senses and folded his arms vigorously, but surprisingly, he didn't feel the hindrance of piercing his body.

"Afterimage!?"

Watching the figure in his arms gradually dissipate, Quentin's heart rang out, and subconsciously raised his eyes, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Only ten centimeters away from his forehead, Noah's eyes collided with him, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

What does he want to do?
At this moment, Quentin's mind was extremely clear, and it seemed that the knowledgeable domineering spirit that had been silent for a long time had suddenly awakened, but it only lasted for a short second.

The world fell into darkness.