I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"You devil, die!"

Bista roared angrily, and rose into the air. The rose petals, as red as blood, were like a torrent of flowers. The sword energy and murderous intent split the sky, and the alarm bells sounded in Sith's heart.

You can't escape, even if you escape into the darkness.

Bista's domineering aura locked the Sith to death the moment the black mist tore open, with no way to escape. Just like the legendary Odin's divine spear Gangnir, it was thrown out It's a sure hit, this is simply unscientific and unscientific.

The Sith almost went crazy, with a ferocious face, and hurriedly returned the sword to block.

Is the great swordsman in this world really so top-notch?

Eyes crossed, Sith also began to fight for his life.

Almost instantly, all the power in Sith's body poured into his right arm, and the darkness made his blood vessels dark and swollen, as if they were filled with oil.

His power and potential are at their maximum at this moment.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

His eyes were full of madness, and the black flames around him rose in the wind.

Bang!

Three long blades collided together in a very small space.

Stab it!

The space split open, and the strong wind blew his hair up.

Landing.

Red blood with a little bit of black blood spurted out from his chest, and the wound extended from his collarbone to his lower abdomen. He was almost cut in half by Bista.

"Foil sword... ahem... Foil Bista, a great swordsman, you are indeed a great swordsman. I admire you, I admire you."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Sith raised his head with some difficulty. The black mist hid his body, leaving only a pair of red eyes outside.

There was no expression, no emotion in the eyes, just a simple sigh.

Unexpectedly, even a cheater like him could not withstand the desperate stranglehold of a top swordsman.

Powerful, really powerful. Now that the foil sword Bista is already so powerful, what will happen if the world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye, and one of the Four Emperors, Shanks, attack with all his strength?

Is that kind of swordsmanship really something that humans can achieve?

Bista stared closely at Sisi. His condition was also not good. Two Western swords supported his body. Half of his originally handsome face was burnt black by the flames, and his majestic body was evaporated by the flames like a withered bone. Generally speaking, he looks more like an evil ghost than an evil ghost now.

"You evil ghost, I'm finally going to kill you, Sith!"

He moved in the direction of the Sith with difficulty, regardless of the injuries on his face, and the corner of his mouth was raised. His foil Bista still had the strength to fight.

Wait for him, no matter what you are, he will slaughter it for you today.

The other pirates around were stunned. They were obviously surrounded by flames, but they couldn't feel even a little bit of heat, and some only felt endless fear.

"Is that sword energy the captain?"

After so many years on the ship, they seemed to have never seen Bista look so angry and crazy. For a moment, they even forgot to take the opportunity to extinguish the black flames that had already burned throughout the ship.

"Rose dance!"

Bista's movements became faster and faster, and the sword skills he originally used to prevent others from attacking were used as attack skills.

Taking a step forward, countless crimson petals shot towards Sith.

The sword energy was attached to it, and it left small wounds on Sith's face before it even flew forward.

Sith struggled to hold himself up, and the darkness that filled the surroundings was repairing his broken body like a thread.

"Bista, I will not die in your hands."

He held the knife in his right hand and grabbed it with his left hand. The steel-like black thread pierced directly into his skin, making his already broken body even more terrifying.

When a puppet master loses all the puppets in his body, he himself is the last puppet.

Black silk threads passed through the blood vessels and meridians of his body, stretching him like a doll. The shadow dragged his body, and he began to run quickly.

"Go to hell!"

The blades collided violently again.

No matter what happens to Bista, he has reached the end of his strength, and what he has to fight for now is his will. Whoever can survive to the end will be the final winner.

On the warship not far away, the adjutant held a telescope and his expression changed.

"No, Major Sith is impulsive. Someone, please move the warship over quickly."

"But...Major Sith said..."

The navy next to him hesitated.

"Hmph, I'm almost dying. Why are you still following orders? Come over quickly. I'll be responsible for everything."

"Yes." The navy crossed his legs and gave a standard military salute.

Boom boom boom!

The shells streaked across the sky again, and the warship ran at full power and crashed into it.

boom!

There was a loud noise from the ship's bones and the ship shook, and then the pirates reacted.

"It's the navy. The navy is coming. Fight back quickly. Fight back."

In the reflection of the flames, the adjutant pulled out the long knife from his waist, stepped on the guardrail of the pirate ship, and pointed the long knife.

"Major Sith has beheaded the enemy, follow me to kill him!"

After saying that, the adjutant took the lead and rushed forward, his cloak behind him swaying in the air, and chopped down one of the pirates with a single blow.

All the marines looked at each other, their eyes ignited with fire, as if the legendary Whitebeard Pirates were nothing more than that.

"kill!"

He pulled out his knife, raised his gun, and attacked with one step at a time, fighting with the pirates.

In order to escort Ace this time, Ghost Spider was originally a naval elite transferred from the headquarters. All of them were experienced in many battles. In addition, the pirates had just experienced a round of destruction by the Sith, and their morale was low. For a moment, they actually The navy's surprise attack left them completely devastated.

Sis looked at this scene, pulled his shadow, and dodged Bista's long blade, with a sad smile on his face.

"It looks like I'm winning this time, isn't it? Bista, you're done."

"You deserve to die, you deserve to die!" Bista fought for his neck, his pupils filled with murderous intent. He glanced back at the retreating fifth division, his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and his voice was even louder. There is a hint of sadness hidden in it, "Retreat, sail the ship, retreat."

Swinging the sword with his right hand, the rose petals stirred up the sword wind, and many sailors were swept out before they could react.

We can't delay any longer. One last time, one last time. If this blow can't kill the Sith, then retreat.

"Rose Slash!"

He exerted force with his right hand, and the ferocious force almost broke the Western sword in his hand.

The huge sword energy sandwiched Rose and pointed directly at Sith's face.

Sith's eyes were like deep lake water, with a reflection called death floating on them.

"You are so strong, the great swordsman Bista!"

He sighed and held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

"As a swordsman, I should resist, but, I can't die here, and I'm not a swordsman. As long as I can clean up this world, I can use any means, whether it's sword skills or physical fitness. Regardless of skills, I am a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals!"

The shadows around him stretched desperately on his body. At the critical moment, the sword light almost grazed his left hand and blood spurted out, but the goddess of luck was on his side after all. Except for a few pieces of meat, he Survived almost completely.