The Endless Shuttle

The black-haired youth said with a bored expression.

"Are you all philosophers? Please change to some fresh lines. I'm tired of these questions. Let's go together. I have to get rid of you before your princess comes down. After all, it is Elqui Where's my sister..."

Bai Ji's true combat power is absolutely impossible to be as weak as in the original, that is already El Quett after the "strong weakening of the BUFF". But even so, you can still see the strength of the real ancestor Execution Ji.

For example, to retrieve Alquette, whose power was stolen by Roa, not to mention the unlimited use of "Moonfall," Japan would have to become horrible after only a dozen times.

There is no doubt the power of destroying the country, and it is much more convenient than a nuclear bomb. Without all kinds of messy aids, where El Quette just stops, with this idea, most humans in a city have to hurry up to write a will.

Alte Luci, who can take away Bai Ji's long hair in a fight, even if he is not in perfect condition, but the strength is definitely not inferior to that. Add in the "primate absolute right to kill" that the "first ancestor" doesn't know whether it is useful to him, and it's always right to be cautious.

"Brad!"

"……Um."

In the face of emergencies, the conversation is meaningless, and it is certain that the unidentified black-haired youth will remain hostile to them.

Rezovor applied force with his right hand, and the leather etched with the seal rune shattered instantly, and his proud magic sword was held in his palm.

The fashionable double-edged sword, the middle section exudes an unknown scarlet, it is indeed a magic sword that matches the identity of the ancestor of the dead. In contrast, "White Knight" Brad also took out his weapon-a Western rapier.

Bang!

With the sound of flesh tearing the atmosphere, "Black Knight" Rezovor took the lead to launch an attack.

Cutting upwards from the bottom left, fierce martial arts, judging from the expansion of the muscles of his right arm, I am afraid he intends to cut Rope in half diagonally.

"Is it stronger than to see who is stronger? Dead man!"

Luo Pei had a hideous expression, without any protection with his right hand, relying on his steel and iron bones to meet Rezovor's "True Demon".

During this period, his mouth was muttering, and he was chanting the spirit of "banteng" at a high speed that was elusive for human hearing.

"——I am the strongest person who holds all victories in hand. No matter man or devil, facing all enemies who thwart their hostility, I will defeat any enemy that stands in the way! Bull with shining golden horns Ah, give me help!"

That is the power of Hercules Qingtian.

Atlas tilted the canopy, and Hercules took over the burden. Velaslana, who had the same origin as that great hero, had a terrifying power burst out in an instant.

Rezovor didn’t even have time to react. When Rope’s palm touched his blade, the black knight’s red pupils only shrank, and his fingers, tendons, and arm bones became a mess. It flew out like a cannonball.

——It's not over yet.

In the sky, the Thunder Snake rolled, accompanied by a loud noise, a water column thick and thin lightning strikes, and it just hit the black knight's body without partiality. The violent energy instantly wiped away more than half of the dead body, but I don't know. In any case, a black energy from Ruoyouruowu's blade protected the black knight's heart, so that he did not suffer much loss.

"Hello--!"

Brad, the white knight, was already watching.

Of course the bloodsucking earl knew how strong his partner was.

Although Rezovor hates magic and other methods, his deceased's own ability and the magic sword, even if he is proud of his body, do not give in too much.

Such a guy was hit and injured by the black-haired young man! ? Brad seriously suspected that he had an illusion.

"Brad! Expand your enchantment!"

During the rebirth of the body, Rezovor shouted loudly.

"The enemy has been determined to be a god, and ordinary means can't attack the other party! Give me my all-out effort from the beginning!"

One of the three oldest dead, the black knight who conservatively estimated that he had a life span of more than two thousand years was almost equivalent to that of Maylen Solomon, who cheated with "spiritualism".

More importantly, without any protective contact, the "True Devil" could not impose "Evil Curse" on the opponent...

Rezovor grinds his canine teeth, and half of his body is growing rapidly. The immortality that time detached from the curse of all things is truly extraordinary.

"...Are we back to the gods?"

Brad murmured to himself, who was convinced of his companions, and then he looked straight and pointed the western spear in his hand at Rope.

"Four oceans of unruly dead men! Gather again under my long sails and drink the Blood Wine of Glory together!-Loot, Ghost Ship!"

The manifestation of mind-like scenery is the closest to magical magic.

The inherent enchantment of White Knight Brad-the ghost ship group is here!

The sky was distorted and disguised like a blurred canvas, and the feeling of weightlessness hit. When Rope looked around again, the exotic city style had been replaced with a gloomy sea.

There are no land, no islands, and there are endless ancient pirate ships everywhere you can see. The undead are roaring meaninglessly, as if they can't wait to tear Rope into pieces and thirsty for his blood.

On the most luxurious first ship, Rezovor and Brad are standing on the deck. The black knight's physical regeneration is obviously finished, and even the black windbreaker has been patched up. It should be a magic dress.

"Standing instinctively at sea without any preparation..." Brad gritted his teeth.

"Is it genuine?"

"Genuine. I am also surprised." Rezovor held his magic sword and stared at Rope intently.

"Now that mystery is declining, I can get a glimpse of the true face of the gods. "When something reaches its extreme, a great rebellion will definitely happen." This is the situation now..." The black knight has never been to the ancient country in the east, but Having heard such a statement, I naturally don't know that his description actually has a shorter idiom—things must be opposite.

"As usual?" Brad asked.

"Um."

Rezovor said briefly, he switched the "True Demon" aside, and stepped one foot on the side of the ship.

"Don't fight him close, call your fleet to attack with all strength. The opponent's strength is very strong, but it is still within my tolerance. I will try to cut down his head."

"learn."

Although Brad and Rezovor are both upset with each other, they are the old black and white CPs who have been with each other for so many years.

At that time, Faloth hadn't caught the White Knight by surprise, and if Rezovor hadn't had time to join the battle, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to win so easily.

Very far away, Luo Pei suddenly wanted to laugh when looking at the two ancestors of the dead who were ready to go.

"When you put me on the "ocean", do you think your battle is too easy? Or I was underestimated..." He said to himself sarcastically.

"Intrinsic enchantment" is the manifestation of mental scenery. It is true that the world belongs to the other party alone, but it does not mean that everything in this world is controlled by Brad.

The emperor’s "Army of Kings" has no way to wind up the sandstorm COS Gaara. It is impossible for the coyote to let the bladed soil in the "Infinite Sword System" rise out of thin air, creating a mountain range. After all, Brad can only control the ghost ship group and the undead on board, it is impossible to control the sea under their feet-or at best create some small waves and vortexes.

So here comes the problem.

What is the most afraid of a fleet sailing on the sea?

…You and me are really not good, Brad "The White Knight".