I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"You filthy thing, go to hell!"

The black dragon recognized the Sith, who were the blood descendants who chased him all the way from the ancient east to the north. The familiar smell simply made him nauseous. Every muscle and scale on his body was trembling with excitement. , the feeling of being able to tear the enemy into pieces is really great.

The pleasure bursting from the bottom of his heart even made him temporarily forget about the pain in the wound.

"Roar!"

Vast pressure swept across the surrounding sea area, and the fat sea fish floated out of the water, its pale white belly turned out, as if it was fainted by the pressure.

The Sith raised his long blade horizontally, and black flames spread all over his body. The boundary between the pupils and the whites of his eyes completely disappeared at that moment, and his eyes were like two dark holes.

He is not a submissive person who does things in a sloppy manner. If he cannot escape and is destined to fight with his life, he will not be ruthless.

What does it mean to have you ever risked your life for someone in your life?

When a person is alive, is there any moment when he is not fighting for himself?

"You four-legged snake riddled with holes, my life is at stake here. If you have the guts, come and take it?"

Sith murmured, and then the whole person disappeared on the spot, and the darkness rolled up a storm. He held the long knife and pointed it at the black dragon and beheaded it.

clang!

The black dragon raised its claws, the scarred claws were still as hard as forged steel.

The sharp black knives and dragon claws collided with each other, and darkness and dragon power oppressed each other, setting off boundless hurricanes and causing storms on the sea. Even the steel behemoth Queen Anne was rattling and wailing in the strong wind.

“Rebellion dies.”

The black dragon opened its huge mouth and let out a deafening roar. The gathered seawater was like a pair of huge wings, breaking through the sound barrier in an instant, leaping into the sky, and shaking the entire hall to pieces.

The awe-inspiring power spread out from his body. It was a feeling that could not be expressed in words. He really looked like an omnipotent god, but only if there were no bone-deep scars on his body.

"Hmph." Sith snorted disdainfully, "Who are you fooling? If you were really as powerful as you show, then I would be dead and you wouldn't be driven here from the Manchu Qing Dynasty. It’s a savage wilderness.”

He suddenly let go of the hand holding the cane shell, and Elizabeth stood behind him.

"Help me keep an eye on those guys down there. I don't want to be picked up after the battle."

"Ah."

Elizabeth nodded, her big burgundy eyes like a clear lake.

She is just a ghost, and she can't get involved in a battle at that level. But when ghosts are born in the world, there is always something they can do. Just like people have to work and live, she can also help the Sith watch the rear. , there is a group of little guys down there with impure minds.

She has never doubted the boldness of human beings. Once the Sith or Black Dragon shows signs of decline, they will definitely dare to stab them and continue to verify the legend that has been passed down from ancient times. Wealth and honor can be found in danger.

To a certain extent, when the greedy nature is completely released, human beings will be more like devils than devils.

Without saying anything, Sith also disappeared from the spot.

Dragging the knife with his right hand, the blade aroused the sword light and chopped the space together. If it was just a sick dragon, maybe he could win.

The violent force raged back and forth in mid-air, causing the entire cloud layer to become turbulent. Undercurrents surged on the sea surface, and huge water columns rose into the sky.

Every collision between them is a turbulent flow of elements, with fire and ice cutting back and forth in mid-air, dyeing the main space into a dark hell.

"Mortal, in terms of physical strength, you are still far behind."

An anthropomorphic cold smile appeared on the black dragon's huge mouth. He showed his right claw, and the pale bones were clearly visible on it.

The master of Tianshi Dao severely damaged his dragon body, and years of epic escapes made his body even more fragile. However, no matter how fragile a god is, no mortal can easily challenge him.

What kind of lv5 superpower, what kind of saint, what kind of son of god, everything should turn into ashes in front of the real god.

He pressed his right paw down, the air shook, and countless phantoms shrouded his finger bones.

The general rode his horse to chop down the flag, the literati wrote poems by the river, the merchants sold wine on the street, and the old farmer stood on the field with a hoe in the summer. It was obviously just a dragon finger with pale bones. The Sith actually felt like they were facing a country.

"What is that? The Qing Dynasty?"

Sith's eyes widened, and the blood vessels between his arms bulged. He was a little dazed.

This is not scientific at all. Your family died early in the morning.

In just a short moment, Sith turned around suddenly, swung his long knife and slashed upwards. All his strength was concentrated on the knife, struggling to resist the huge pressure coming through the long knife.

Strength has never been his weakness. Seriously, he has a genuine dragon in his body.

However, the enemy is too powerful, and it seems that this alien mechanical dragon cannot defeat this local mythical species.

"In the whole world, is it the land of the king? On the shore of the land, is it the ministers of the king? Go to hell, those rebellious ministers and traitors!"

The black dragon once again increased its strength, and the Phantom Kingdom, which was already suffocating Sith, created several strange non-physiological bends on his body.

His internal organs began to burst, blood poured into his nasal cavity, and he choked with the bloody smell.

The skin on his body began to break, and his bones made an overwhelming roar.

Sis raised his head with difficulty. He knew that he should risk his life. If he didn't risk his life again, he might never have another chance in this life.

"You four-legged snake that has lost its family, you want to kill me, but you are still far from it!"

He had a ferocious face, an extremely cruel smile, his eyes were bloodshot, and his strength was completely overloaded.

Darkness seeped out from the wounds on his body, turning him into a bloody man. The black hair on his head was twisted, and he was like a black-red shadow.

The long sword tore through the sky. If anyone could kill the god, it would be him.

"what!"

The skin between the cheeks turned into shreds in the darkness, revealing dark red tendons, and the sword intent compressed on the blade exploded in vain.

There are no gorgeous light effects, but only the energy like a violent storm.

The Sith's sword was like rain hitting banana trees, tearing the virtual divine realm into pieces piece by piece.

He saw it, and he saw a light in his heart, which was so messed up.

The knife passed, blood fell, both his and the dragon's. A dragon finger with broken scales and white bones fell from the sky.

"Roar!"

The black dragon's eyes widened and he howled in pain from his throat. He was injured again. The self-proclaimed god was once again injured by human hands.

"Damn you."

He roared angrily, and instead of anger, there was surprisingly a trace of fear in his burning golden eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

"Just wait, we're not done yet."

The lonely king once again embarked on an escape without knowing the way back.