Pirate's Infinite Wings

"Who else can?"

Fang Lang's words spread, and the contestants below looked at each other a few times, then shook their heads and left.

Even the South Sea Swordsman Saqis, who had won five consecutive victories, was defeated in an instant, and they were even less opponents.

As for the wheel fight... Fang Lang is not a green bull right now. His sword will make the challenger become wounded and unable to fight anymore. Therefore, the wheel fight consumes the opponent's physical strength, which is completely unworkable.

Since there is no other way, everyone is gone. There is not only one position of lieutenant general. There is no need to smash. As the saying goes, persimmons should be soft. At present, Fang Lang is obviously not a soft persimmon.

"It's finished..." Seeing everyone leaving, Fang Lang shook his head helplessly, shook off the blood on the Qiu Shui sword, and then sat cross-legged.

Not long after, a team of medical soldiers carried a stretcher onto the ring.

"Avery, please pay attention to the conscription rules, and you must not kill your opponent." One of the seamen who looked like a small captain said solemnly.

Fang Lang closed his eyes to rest up his mind, and opened his eyes when he heard this, a sharp sword light flashed in his eyes.

Confronted with this gaze, the team leader subconsciously stepped back three steps, frightened, just standing in front of the opponent, he felt a huge pressure.

"An Xin, he can't die, he really died, because you didn't stop the bleeding in time." Fang Lang said lightly.

"You...you better be careful!" The team leader opened his mouth and swallowed the warning words back. After speaking, he turned and followed the medical soldiers away.

Fang Lang closed his eyes again, put his hands on his knees at will, his whole person in a state of natural breathing.

In this state, he can enter Zen at any time, but every time he enters, he will be forced to exit within a few seconds.

Fang Lang didn't know exactly what was the reason. It was probably because he didn't practice enough and he needed more exercise.

Since there was no one to challenge at this time, Fang Lang didn't want to waste it either. He was directly on the ring, groping for a way to advance.

Before he knew it, a faint wind blew around Fang Lang's body. After a few laps around his body, the breeze flew away from south to north, like an endless mountain range.

On the 6th ring, the blade that Fujitora had just cut out suddenly stopped, his closed eyes looked at where Fang Lang was, thoughtfully, "feeling an aura on the verge of exploding..."

On the 2nd ring, when the pink rabbit was entangled with the challenger, he was suddenly swept by a differential. The wind was cool and soft, but she was surprised to find that her cheek was torn off a blood line, and her beautiful eyes suddenly turned to the neighboring one. On the ring, Fang Lang adjusted his breath and sat in meditation, "It's him!"

On the 1st ring, Green Bull laughed and slammed the challenger into the ground with a punch. At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, his smiling face stopped, and the corner of his eyes swept toward the wind, muttering to himself: "Awesome , He is about to break through. For him, this month's training is a process of accumulation. As long as the moment of eruption, a new great swordsman will appear in the world!"

In the lounge, many people also felt the external abnormalities. Some people walked outside and looked up to the sky. It was a blue sky. I don't know when it was already covered with layers of black clouds. There were signs of thunder and rain.

Those with superb natural fruit ability can change the environment of heaven and earth.Similarly, a superb swordsman, while sitting on the sword meditation, will also trigger climate change.

The dark clouds hovered over the island for a whole day, and they gradually dispersed until dusk was approaching.

Fang Lang opened his eyes. They were plain and flawless. Gu Jing Wubo, the sharp sharpness that should have appeared on the swordsman, had completely disappeared at this moment.

Suddenly, the surrounding sounds gradually came into his ears, and Fang Lang's eyes swept to the left and right, and he saw that all the arenas were engaged in fierce fighting, among which the No. 1 to No. 6 were the most intense.

"I can't hear anything just now..." Fang Lang frowned slightly and felt his own abnormality. He only felt as if he had slept, and then he understood something, but he didn't understand anything.

Suddenly, a man shouted loudly on the radio.

"I am Lieutenant Admiral Mole of the Navy Headquarters! It's 5:55,59:55 in the afternoon, and there are 5 seconds left, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second! I declare that the level 4 conscription is over! Congratulations Twenty ringmasters, you will be the new force of the navy and the general officers of the navy! Tomorrow, at the navy headquarters, Marshal Akadog will personally grant you the rank!"

The words were shouted vigorously and loudly.

The two sides who were fighting stopped one by one, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and many people showed regret.

Fang Lang blinked his eyes and realized something. He slept for most of the day, and now the conscription is over.

"Why no one challenged me?" Thinking about it, Fang Lang stood up, stepped off the ring, and headed towards the lounge.

If at the No. 1 ring, Lu Niu laughed and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Awesome!"

"Huh?" Fang Lang was startled and looked at Green Bull.

"Just relying on the pressure of the sword to make people dare not take the stage to challenge. If you shine in this conscription, I am afraid that the red dog will notice you." Green Bull said with recognition.

"Red Dog..." Fang Lang was absent, his previous state made him dazed at this time.

Seeing him like this, Green Bull didn't say much, and the two walked back to the lounge side by side.

Behind him, Fujitora slowly followed, but his nonexistent gaze had been locked on Fang Lang's body, "It has become stronger again, even his aura is completely restrained, and he can't detect how high his strength is by just looking at it. In the fight for the position of general, it seems that I also have to go all out."

When the three returned to the lounge, Da Siqi came out to greet him with a look of excitement, "Congratulations! You made it! You made it!"

When Fang Lang saw her happy, he said: "No accident, I am a lieutenant general, Colonel Da Siqi, do you remember what I said? It still counts."

After speaking, Fang Lang walked into the lounge, packed the things he had brought, and returned to the warship.

The lively world conscription has basically ended by now, and what remains is just a matter of supplementation and distribution of troops.

The next day, the Naval Information Department published the news.

Six new lieutenants, six names are known to the world...