Pirate's Infinite Wings

Ten years ago, Fang Lang and Mao Zhihualie met for the first time. At that time, Fang Lang had the attitude of pursuing this big and nadeshi-like woman.

For Grim Reaper, age is not a problem at all, and a thousand years is just a journey in a long life.

But that is for the god of death, for Fang Lang, ten years, it is said that it is one-third of the life of the present.

Although the two people at this time had different positions, it was incredible that there was no killing intent between them.

Maybe it can't be a killer, or for other reasons.

"It's really a silly man, if Broken Bee knows what you say, it will definitely be very sad." Regarding the molesting, Uozhihualie just smiled.

"Sister Hua, do you think that the strong will abide by the human law of monogamy? However, what you said is also reasonable. After all, you can't love the new and dislike the old. In short, I only need to defeat you and take you away before thinking about living in harmony. Question." Fang Lang thought about this question seriously.

In Pirate World, I maintain an ambiguous relationship with multiple girls, even the physical/physical relationship, but they have not broken it. I use time to dilute and get used to each other.

But this is not the best policy after all, but an escape.

This time, you have to face it directly, Fang Lang thought.

Regarding Fang Lang’s remarks, Mao Zhihualie did not refute, "If I lose, you can do it at your disposal. You can kill me or give birth to you. No matter what the result is, I will accept it. Seriously. Say, I don’t hate you either, Brother Fang Lang."

"Oh, I'm suddenly motivated," Fang Lang showed a wicked smile, "Go on, this time, I won't let the water go."

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Lang released his palms, and the two sides quickly backed away, pulling apart a distance of tens of meters.

"What a lovely man, it's too easy to read." Uozhihuareel couldn't help but smile, but the smile faded quickly, and she slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became stable. , The state of talking naturally.

This scene fell in Fang Lang's eyes, and he couldn't help his eyes widening.

"No... this will work...!"

Suddenly, Mao Zhihualie opened his eyes. At this moment, in these beautiful eyes, there is no human feelings, just like a machine, very rigid and indifferent.

"The last time I saw the power you used, I have been practicing for this period of time. It may be different, but facing you, you can only do this, otherwise there is no chance of winning." Uozhihuaretsu said coldly: "This is called What, great swordsman?"

"Great Swordsman!" Fang Lang nodded affirmatively, "As expected, he is a top master who has practiced kendo for a thousand years, and he learned it only after reading it once."

Different from Fang Lang's talents, Mao Zhihualie has accumulated rich accumulation.

Without much words, the battle broke out again.

The blood blade of Mao Zhihualie slashed out horizontally, and a bloody sword aura swept towards Fang Lang.

Facing such a powerful slash, Fang Lang didn't choose to dodge, but blocked it with Demon Fairy. The moment he touched the sword aura, he felt a sense of death.

As if the world he saw was all turned into blood.

Surrounding the earth soaked with blood, one by one skeleton climbed up from the depths of the blood, and opened his arms towards Fang Lang, as if they wanted a death hug.

A cold sweat appeared on Fang Lang's forehead, and Mao Zhihualie's killing eyes could allow him to see such a real fantasy, what a strong murderous aura.

"But this level is not enough."

Fang Lang didn't dare to enter the state of a great swordsman. In the state of a great swordsman, he might miss Uo Zhi Hualie, so the static blood suit instantly changed and turned into a bloody suit.

Holding the Demon Fairy in her right hand, she reversed it gently, and suddenly picked it up. Suddenly, the bloody slash was directed to the sky and exploded, as if a rain of blood fell.

At the same time, Fang Lang and Mao Zhi Hualie moved at the same time, and the two quickly approached, slashing down the sword in their hands.

boom!

With a sword facing each other, the ground of Shuangshan Hill suddenly collapsed.

Mao Zhihualie swept once again with a sword, Fang Lang dodged in a leap, bloody sword energy slashed across, splitting the double mortal chamber.

Said to be equivalent to the defensive power of a million Zanpaku Swords, the Shuangshanzhizhi broke apart under the sword of Uozhihualie.

"Awesome. Just entering the realm of a great swordsman, there is such a power." Fang Lang's sword blade pressed down and cut towards the top of Uozhihualie's head.

The blood blade resisted, with a boom, millions of spiritual pressures collided with each other, and the wind and waves that erupted were comparable to the passing of a typhoon. Not to mention the approaching of ordinary gods of death, they couldn't even see clearly.

"Thank you for the compliment." Uozhihualie's tone is calm. In the state of a great swordsman, she has no human feelings, and even thanks is like a machine.

"You are going to lose." Fang Lang chuckled, his eyes condensed, and Demon Ji's sword suddenly turned into nothingness. "Invisible blade, you can't help it."

The demon girl's sword actually passed through the blood blade, as if the sword was about to split Mao Zhihualie in half.

"Hmm...!" Uozhihualie's pupils were slightly enlarged, and he subconsciously retracted the sword, dodge back.

boom!

When Fang Lang's sword was about to hit the opponent, he gave a slight pause, and then continued to cut it down until Mao Zhihualie dodged.

This quietly moving street fell on the hill of Shuangshan, directly cutting the earth out of deep gullies, and even part of it penetrated the ground.

"Why should you be merciful?" Mao Zhihualie asked coldly.

Fang Lang felt crooked and tired, "Do you want to be killed by me?"

To this question, Mao Zhihualie did not answer directly, but rushed over again.

Fang Lang frowned. This woman really wanted to die under his sword. Probably from the beginning, the other party knew that she couldn't beat herself, so she forced herself to force herself to kill her.

"why?"

Fang Lang is very strange, but still not ready to kill.

"I am... a sinner."

Uozhihualie's great swordsman status disappeared unknowingly. She leaped high, seeming to avoid Fang Lang's sight, her eyes were lonely, and a sword was cut at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang was dumbfounded, then Ming Wu came over, and couldn't help showing a bitter smile, as if defenseless, greeted the sword.

In an instant, the blade was cut on Fang Lang's shoulder, but in the blood-suit state, Mao Zhihualie's sword couldn't hurt Fang Lang a bit.

Suddenly, she felt herself being hugged.

"you lose." ..