The Way of the Pirate Arrives

Chapter 89

With a creak, the broken door was opened, and Master Lu Ban opened the door and walked out.

Master Lu Ban said with an annoyed look on his face.

"Didn't you say before that there is no Adam, don't come to me!"

The sea breeze lifted the white hair behind Wu Ya, smiled mysteriously, and said nothing.

Master Lu Ban has very sharp eyes, and he saw the Adam Wood that was over the entire length of Tranquility Road, but only a corner was exposed.

The flash of light in Grandmaster's eyes was seen by Wu Ya, and Wu Ya smiled.

"It seems that the master has discovered it!"

Just like that, the master boarded the Tranquility Road in a daze, and came to the side of the Tranquility Road back to the sea, and gently touched the Adam Wood with his rough hands.

The master's face was intoxicated for a while, completely ignoring Wu Ya and the others beside him, he closed his eyes as if he was feeling it, and murmured involuntarily.

"That's the feeling, the familiar feeling of friction... that guy Tom never gave me!"

I don't know, but I thought it was Qin Lou, and Wu Ya felt helpless.

Master Lu Ban immersed himself in it for a while before he became overwhelmed, the intoxication in his eyes has not dissipated.

Wu Ya chuckled lightly and said, "Senior, I don't know how efficient I am, junior?"

Master Lu Ban's face froze, and he immediately said: "I have to say, it's very efficient!"

Wu Ya once asked: "I don't know if senior is dissatisfied with the knock on the door just now!"

The master's face suddenly became gloomy, but he still smiled and said: "Satisfied... 1 are satisfied, and I will knock more in the future!"

At this time, a familiar person came over with a scarred face in the distance, and Robin whispered in Wu Ya's ear.

"It seems that the scar face brought the sand crocodile over!"

Master Lu Ban said behind the crowd: "Master Wuya will leave it to you this time! That person doesn't look easy to mess with!"

Wu Ya smiled and said, "Don't worry! I happened to be looking for him this time, but I didn't expect him to come to my door!"

The sand crocodile was still under the Tranquility Road with a scarred face, only to see a sandstorm lift the sand crocodile.

The two suddenly lost who was higher and who was lower, Wu Ya thought to himself that he was really proud!

Huang Sha wrapped the body of the sand crocodile, and the golden hook in his hand emitted a dazzling light, only listening to the sand crocodile.

"Daozhang Wuya, I heard that you look down on my subordinates, do you know that this is not giving me face!"

Wu Ya chuckled lightly: "You think face is just strength, but do I need it?"

There was a cunning flash in the sand crocodile's eyes, and he said slowly: "Beating a dog depends on the owner!"

"Actually, I think if we form an alliance today, this dog will fight if it fights. Daoist Wu Ya, you said it!"

Wu Ya knew that this sand crocodile's ulterior motives were not about drinking, and any conflict with this alliance was just a cover.

The scarred face below is not very good-looking, but the sand crocodile doesn't care about this, looking at Wu Ya as if waiting for an answer.

The other younger brothers below looked even more diffuse, you looked at me, I looked at you, wondering if this is asking for trouble?
What do you mean when you hit it, hit it!
But Wu Ya did not disappoint their expectations, and said slowly: "It seems that there is only one battle!"

He touched the demon knife on his waist, and looked at the sand crocodile full of fighting spirit.

If you don't agree with each other, let's do it!This is true disposition.

The whining wind and sand under the sand crocodile was already expressing its fighting spirit.

Wu Ya jumped off the Tranquility Road, standing on the coast, a super small hurricane full of wild sand swept over.

He slowly drew out the grievances, and a saber glow exuding the coldness of the year cut across in an instant.

People's resentment · Shahun cold!

Immediately, a trace of ice appeared in the space where the blade light passed.

A funnel-like yellow sand ice bucket stands on the seashore like this.

Wu Ya sneered and said, "Why, don't worry about beating the little brother behind you here!"

The sand crocodile looked at the younger brother behind him, and said with a look of disdain: "Of course not, just to see if you can fight me!"

"As for the fact that they are just the younger brothers who came to your door today, I'm looking for an excuse for you!"

This sentence inserted itself into the younger brother's heart.

I said in my heart: who am I?where am I?
Wu Ya followed the sand crocodile to a field filled with greenery, still wondering why the battle location was random.

The next moment, I saw what it means that the place where the sand crocodile stands is full of desert.

The green grass is withered, exposing the fertile land, and it is also slowly desertifying, and has a tendency to spread to the surroundings.

Wu Ya only felt his feet loosen for a while, and he could vaguely see yellow sand under the withered grass, watching the sand crocodile whisper two words slowly.

"Fight!"

The sand crocodile raised its hand lightly, and a storm of sand rolls formed in its hand, and the sand crocodile spoke.

Sha Lan!

A sandstorm fell slowly, and even the withered, yellow and fallen turf just rolled up into the sky, blowing a strong wind towards Wu Ya.

Wu Ya picked up the human resentment, the air in his body turned and a slight chill emanated from the sharp edge of the human resentment, and the sharp light in his eyes streaked across the road.

"Nether world of evil spirits"

With Wu Ya's feet as the core, a streak of ice began to spread, a shadow of a cypress tree emerged, and the roots like ice immediately plunged into the deserted land.

The crown of the tree swayed gently, and soul shadows filled with evil spirit emerged one after another. The evil spirit suddenly stopped even the wind blowing up the wild sand.

Daomang is a man-made tree, and the branches of pine and cypress draw white Daomang to walk by, and every time it hits the storm, it will be a little smaller.

I saw that the sand crocodile would let Wu Ya succeed, stepping out with one foot, a sly look flashed in the sand crocodile's eyes.

"Desert Sunflower!"

Immediately, Wu Ya's feet felt as if he was sinking into a quagmire, and he secretly thought that something was wrong, and the Tiansha knife suddenly plunged into the sand.

The swaying pines and cypresses stabilized immediately, and the radiance of the human resentment knife became even more chilly, as if venting the anger in Wu Ya's heart.

The sandstorm dissipated, and Wuya held Tiansha in his hand, and a blast of sand was blown up, mixed with the light of a knife, his blood-red pupils shrank, and a red light flashed across his eyes.

Blood Sea·Shadow Realm!

There was no trace of the sword glow, and the sand left a shadow, and a sword glow raised the wind and sand directly to the sand crocodile, and sand and dust sprayed up like water jets, revealing the traces of the sword glow.

Ding!
The golden hook in the sand crocodile's hand is full of armed domineering and sword light, and the sand crocodile turns into a road of wind and sand.

"Desert Sword"

Wu Ya saw the sand crocodile rushing towards him, but his arms were gone, leaving only two slashes of sand like blades.

He was wrapped in armed domineering, and the armed domineering climbed up to Tiansha and Renren, and his white hair turned into jet black like a waterfall.

Heaven and man are armed with evil grievances.

The sword light is not blood red and chill, but blood red mixed with pitch black, the blood red pupils shrank, and the domineering look kicked up the wind and sand under the feet.

The wind and sand blocked their eyes, the sand crocodile's face was ferocious, and Wu Ya's eyes were sharp like a swordsman.

The eyes of the two men full of fighting intent pierced through the blown sand and intertwined in the air, and the next moment is the moment when the winner will be decided by one move.

　Xiaokong is learning how to describe the scope, details, and strengthen his own writing style. For the sake of everyone's reading experience in the future, this period of time will be updated until Chapter 100, and Xiaokong will make some changes to the previous ones, and the general content will not change. Ask for recommendations and collections every day!

　　


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