Pirate General Smoke

The next moment, all the smoke around Bowen Wilt suddenly formed a dense mass of swords... As a last resort, he had no choice but to wave the spear with all his strength again to protect his whole body.

But even so, in the face of such intensive attacks, deep scratches gradually appeared on the bone armor on his body. The next second, a large number of bone spurs appeared from the bone armor all over his body, and then turned around, and soon turned white. A high-speed rotating bone blade storm appeared in the sea of ​​smoke, clouds and mist.

This storm, while fiercely fighting with the sword forest and sea of ​​​​knives in all directions, used strong centrifugal force to drill downward at high speed. It was obvious that he wanted to force his way out of this area.

But how could Smoker let him get his wish? The victory and defeat of this battle, victory and defeat, life and death, were all gambled by him here. Thinking of this can condense the edge of this sea of ​​smoke into a walls, and all of them are "steel and iron walls"

At the same time, Bowen Wilt felt that as time passed, it became more and more difficult. At this moment, he finally discovered that the most disgusting thing about this area was not the sword blades that kept thrusting towards him. But those misty smoke clouds that are everywhere and seemingly non-threatening.

The smoke kept adding resistance to him, constantly trying to slow down his speed. Although he didn't seem to be affected much, he could clearly feel the rapid loss of physical strength.

Now Bowen Wilt is faced with two choices. One is to stop spinning immediately in order to save his energy. The other is to risk everything and try to get out of this sea of ​​fog. How to choose?

"Drill out"

He knew that if he didn't get out of here, even if he retained some strength, he would be dragged to death here.

But Bowen Wilt had forgotten that it was not just him who was consuming his physical strength. Smoker, who maintained this sea of ​​fog and sword forest, was actually constantly consuming his physical strength every minute and second.

It's just that he carries a sufficient number of cigars made from "cigar tree roots" and can always restore his physical strength by sucking the smoke from them, so it doesn't seem to have any effect for the time being.

If Bowen Wilt had mastered the power of "Seeing and Hearing Dominance" at this time, he might be able to easily detect that somewhere in the smoke, there was a vague, human-shaped white cigarette holder holding five pieces of food in its mouth. A lighted cigar puffed away in the smoke.

The bone blade storm on the other side, which was still rotating at high speed, had officially bottomed out and was drilling through the white wall that turned into a steel plate with all its strength. The sparks emitted from the center of the friction became the only light in this area.

At the same time, harsh noises also rippled in the night sky through the sea of ​​fog. The "Bone Guards" who had been restrained by the "Locks" unconsciously stopped struggling, and seemed to have lost control, falling from the air. Fall down.

The same is true for the locks. They lost their spirituality and soon gradually turned into wisps of white smoke, and finally melted into the huge white coffin high in the sky. At this moment, neither Smoker nor Bowen Wilt had any intention. to control them.

"Quick, quick, get out quickly"

Bowen Wilt stared at the white wall that was gradually dented by him, and gradually became excited. He saw hope and dawn, and unconsciously screamed heartbreakingly in his heart.

But as time went on, the hope in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the light in his heart...

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Slowly began to disappear, replaced by the same look, the same emotion, a feeling called "despair".

Because he found that even though he had been drilling for a long time, he could not break out of this sea of ​​smoke. Everything around him was still so white, no other colors could be seen, and there was no change.

How could this happen? How could this happen? This situation, as if space and time had stagnated together, caused Bowen Wilt's mentality to gradually collapse.

But if you look from the outside, you can clearly see that the position of the "white coffin" is indeed slowly moving downwards, but the smoke from above will continue to float below to replenish the steel wall that is about to be drilled.

Smoker's method of demolishing the east wall and repairing the west wall gave Bowen Wilt a "never-ending" illusion. He was waiting, waiting for Bowen Wilt to be unable to hold on. , stop the storm

Because once the other party stops, it will be his death. Of course, if he gets out, his exit will be bad. Now he no longer has the physical strength to release such a large amount of smoke.

Although the cigar can restore a certain amount of physical strength, it is not a spiritual thing after all. It is difficult to keep up with such a large-scale consumption. At least it is impossible to get another "Smoke Dragon's Roar". At most, it will give him some mobility. ~

Just when the "white coffin" formed by the smoke was about to fall to the ground, the disturbing noise inside disappeared. Yes, it disappeared so suddenly.

"Drink~drink...."

Bowen Wilt's whole body was covered with sweat, and big droplets of water were dripping from his face. He wanted to breathe, and wanted to take a big breath of fresh air, but except for the choking smoke that kept entering his body, there was no real oxygen. It's pitiful.

I don't know if Smoker showed mercy, but the densely packed swords and swords around them stopped attacking one after another, and then turned into smoke again and blended into the surrounding environment, but Bowen Wilt did not feel happy about this.

Because now he was out of breath, his eyes were gradually flashing with stars, and his hands and feet were starting to become weak. He knew that this was the phenomenon of suffocation... In addition, there were white dangles all around him regardless of direction. The environment made him feel irritable and irritable, and his eyes began to turn red. However, because it was difficult to breathe, he couldn't vent it out, so he could only hold it in, hold it in, and hold it in again.

"You should feel it..."

At this moment, Smoker's voice came from all directions, like a demonic sound penetrating his ears, forcefully breaking into Bowen Wilt's hearing.

"The coming of death..."

"Go without worry, I will take care of Morokini Island..."

Hearing these words, Bowen Wilt, who was about to die, smiled disdainfully. What a joke, my Morokini still needs you, the navy, to take care of him. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. Something began to appear in his sight. Phantoms, parents, wives, children, friends, and the face of the king...

"Bloom, sad and beautiful fireworks"

The next second, the smoke that was originally inhaled by Bowen Wilt suddenly "condensed" into a large number of sharp blades, and then bloomed with the abdomen as the center. From a distance, it looked like a begonia bathing in a pool of blood. bloom....

"Farewell, hero of Morokini"