Pirate Field Marshal

A huge force spread throughout Liu Ke's body from the sword held tightly in his left arm.

In fact, due to this terrifying force, the slightly transparent long sword in Liu Ke's left hand almost fell into the boundless sea.

The scene froze for a time, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Looking at Costa, who was twisting his muscles from time to time, Liu Ke's face became increasingly ugly.

"How is it possible that besides Luo Ning, there is another terrifying existence in the army who is at the peak of the Four Emperors?"

"In fact, his physical strength is no worse than Luo Ning's, or even stronger."

Looking at Costa, Liu Ke's throat squirmed slightly. His remaining left arm only held the long sword in his hand, and his eyes were locked on Costa's body.

He knew that if this time, he would be distracted in the slightest.

In this battle, he, the Wind Sword Liu Ke, will definitely lose.

With his right arm broken, Liu Ke's strength has plummeted by nearly five levels.

Now, facing a strong man who was at the peak of the Four Emperors in his heyday, the Wind Sword Ryuke, it was no longer possible to win.

"I have to find a chance to escape."

"Even the Death Guard of the World Government has no choice but to keep them with me."

About a thousand meters away, the World Government's 40,000 iron guards and Hart, who was at the peak of the Four Emperors, were constantly attacking the army's encirclement line.

As a result, the only one Liuke had to deal with was Costa.

This also gives him the best opportunity for Wind Sword Liuke to run away.

After retreating a hundred meters, Costa in front was still chasing after him.

Naturally, as an army general, Costa would never let such a cooked duck fly away in his eyes.

Suddenly, Liu Ke stopped, his face gradually became more serious, and gusts of wind began to appear around his body.

The long sword was waved, and the wind element surrounded Liu Ke. The gusts of wind that suddenly appeared beside him became more and more terrifying in power.

When his momentum soared to a peak, Wind Sword Liu Ke suddenly stopped his behavior, holding a long sword, and swung it at the current only general of the army, Costa.

"Wind Sword Way Breath Slash"

"Whether we can succeed or not depends on this moment."

Liu Ke glanced at Costa, and then turned his head. His eyes were cold and emotionless, looking at Hart and the 40,000 World Government Iron Guards.

A line, containing the mystery of the Wind Sword and the terrifying destructive power of the bearer, struck towards Costa.

Looking at the powerful sword energy gradually approaching him in the void, as well as the gusts of wind gradually appearing around him.

A slightly excited smile appeared on Costa's face.

"Wind Sword Ryuk, one of the three generals of the Central Army of the World Government, although you have broken your right arm, as a person at the peak of the Four Emperors, even if your strength is weak, it is not much."

"Now, let me, the current only general of our army, Costa, see how much you weigh."

Staring at Liu Ke, Costa took a deep breath and clenched his fists. A power buried deep in his body then appeared in Costa's body, scurrying around.

At the same time, at this moment, Costa's power suddenly increased a lot.

The muscles on the body seemed to have doubled in size, and the veins were exposed to the air, slowly squirming.

Heading forward, the sword energy rushed forward without any dodge.

At the same time, at this moment, Costa's fists were gradually filled with a mysterious transparent energy.

The energy is sometimes gentle and sometimes manic. When faced with the terrifyingly lethal sword energy, it forms a stronger shield than the armed domineering energy.

With one punch, the sword energy was shattered into pieces and energy overflowed.

As the sword energy dissipated into the void, a more violent wind appeared in front of Costa and the army's encirclement.

Waves of waves were set off, and the army's more than two hundred warships were also caught in this manic wind.