Pirate's Infinite Wings

Fangmen used the sword, this was just a joke.

For swordsmanship, Fang Lang knows himself well. His swordsmanship has reached the limit. Standing in the gate of the limit, he is a great swordsman, but it does not mean that no one in this world is better than him.

Maybe if Hawkeye fights him again, he may lose.

But in any case, she is at least two levels better than the woman in front of her, saying that she can't pass the sword.

"So... you are also a swordsman, and it makes sense to see my sword flash." Turtledove recovered from the short-term loss, chuckled, and said: "In this way, it would be too rude to kill you casually. Little girl It is the captain of the Assassination Guild Skeleton Society Sanyuwu team, Turtledove."

"I don't have such a resounding title as yours. In short, you can call me Fang Lang." Fang Lang thought for a while, as if the Great Swordsman was not a title, he didn't bother to report it, and the other party would not understand it.

"Fang Lang..." The Turtle Dove was taken aback again, and then he reacted, covering his face with his sleeves, and laughed softly, "So that's it, Fangmen is a really interesting man with a sword. But, how is your sword? "

As soon as he finished his words, Fang Lang suddenly looked at the Tadao that was realized in his hand. The sword made a ding sound at this time and turned into fine fragments.

"Tsk, although I know it's not good, but it doesn't need to be so bad. The anti-fighting seven sword flashes will be broken..." Fang Lang suddenly doubted his "one generation ghost", curled his lips, and threw the broken sword aside. Then his gaze condensed, and his thoughts were wrapped around/wrapped in his palm, "Wang Ye!"

With a murmur, the power of thought condensed, and in an instant, it turned into a black sword with a sheath.

"Huh?" The turtledove frowned. This was obviously not magic, and she couldn't even perceive magic power, but this power made her secretly guarded.

"Don't worry, I don't use modernization. After all, you are a swordsman. It is too rude to use other powers." Fang Lang smiled and said, "'Langye' was my first famous sword, but it was broken. It’s just a copy."

Turtle-dove frowned again, and when the sword named "Langye" appeared, the feeling Fang Lang gave her suddenly changed.

If he was a dusty rusty knife before, he was a sharp sword at this time.

"The little girl learns, what is Fangmen swordsmanship!" With a gritted teeth, Ban Jiu once again assumed a posture of drawing a knife, "Wuyueliu Yasha flashes!"

"Huh? I don't understand after reading the previous one... Well forget it," Fang Lang shook his head, and he also learned in a decent way, "Wuyueliu Yasha shines!"

This scene made Banjiu's eyes widening, but the arrow was on the string and he had to send it.

Suddenly, two silver lights flashed in the darkness. Then, the sound of sword qi mingled and colliding sounded, and the scattered sword qi ejected everywhere. The surrounding stones shattered, and many fell into the sea, like a cannonball. There was a thunderous wave.

"No...impossible! This, how is this possible!" Ban Jiu was unstable physically and mentally, and couldn't help taking a few steps back, "Who are you?"

"...Be at ease, I am not your fellow senior, nor the little junior you haven't met." Fang Lang waved his hand, suddenly felt that the woman's imagination was too rich.

When he was said to be central, Banjiu didn't have any embarrassment. Instead, he became more and more surprised, "Why do you have no moon flow!?"

"This question is really interesting." Fang Lang smiled, "You used it twice in front of me. If I can't learn anything about swordsmanship if I don't know how to use this kind of thing with no technical content? The name of the great swordsman will cry. "

Banjiu feels chest tightness, and her whole person is not good. How long did she spend and how much suffering did she have to practice Wuyueliu?

As a result, the man said, he learned it after reading it twice!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Banjiu lost her temper and looked ugly. She once again assumed a posture of drawing a sword, and the magic power of her whole body rose rapidly, "No Moonliu Jialou Luoyan!"

This sword was not cut directly, but with the center of his feet as the origin, the blade trajectory was rotated.

The magic power turned into flames, and after this rotation, a huge fire pillar was formed, and then it suddenly sprayed toward the Fang Lang!

"Then try to imitate this trick!" Turtledove shouted unwillingly.

Fang Lang furrowed his brows, and the sword he held high, after spraying the flames close to him, he slashed with a sword.

Suddenly, the invisible sword air swept across, and the flame split into two, bypassing Fang Lang's body, and ejected from both sides.

boom!

In the roar of the explosion, Fang Lang scratched his head, and had no choice but to say: "This is really impossible to imitate, the magic of fire...My magic is sacred, and the sacred fire is very precious. However, similar, I can still do it. ."

"Cut away my magic..." Turtledove became more uncomfortable. She met this kind of magician for the first time. No, to be precise, it was this kind of swordsman who could cut away her magic with the sword flash. .

"Be mentally prepared, if you can't stop it, if you can't get out of it, you'll die." Fang Lang kindly reminded him, then his eyes condensed, and he instantly entered the state of slashing eyes. The next moment, slashing slashed at an unimaginable speed. Out, "Qinglong Yin troubles Feng!"

The cyan flames began to emerge from Fang Lang's sword blade, and then quickly spread throughout his body. Under Lang Ye's slash, it turned into a swirling slash, and moved toward the turtledove in a spiral posture.

All this was very fast, almost until the turtledove hadn't understood at all, the slash had turned into a cyan flame, jetting at her.

As a swordsman, she deeply felt the gap at this moment. This sword can't stop, can't be cut, so she has to hide!

"I won't lose!"

With such a cry from the heart, Turtledove showed a speed beyond the limit at this moment. As her body faded backward, she gathered the sword in her hand, and at the same time her figure rotated in a clockwise direction, causing Fang Lang’s slash to escape from her Fly on the right.

However, the spiral slash, only the wind brought by it, would blow her whole person up.

The turtle dove screamed and fell into the sea. At the same time, she looked at the sword.

The spiral slash was unstoppable, like gunfire, rushing out of the island, rushing to the sea, and setting off huge waves on both sides.

This sword, spreading for two kilometers, gradually subsided.

"Sorry, I can't be merciful in the state of beheading my eyes." Fang Lang shook his head, then looked at his manifested sword.

With a ding sound, the sword broke...