Age of Pirates

"Actually, I also want to try his knife, how sharp it is."

Dougla also looked over there. Isn't his purpose in going to sea to be these strong men?

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to challenge this swordsman competition.

"Humph, do you think you are strong?"

Lopez snorted coldly. He really knew how his nephew behaved.

"Boy, wait until your defense is stronger before you think of this again."

"His black knife, Ye, has seen the blood of too many strong men. You are not qualified now."

The warning tone made Dougla smile. He was indeed no match for Mihawk now.

"Let's continue to work for a while. You are still too immature now."

While the two were talking, cheers rang out, and Claes and Isis were seen stepping off the stage respectively.

Today's swordsman competition is over, and tomorrow will be the time for Isis and Claes to show off.

The swordsmen are not only looking forward to the battle between the two, but also looking forward to the fate of the great swordsmen. They also want to see with their own eyes what the world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk, is like with his sword.

In the hotel, Isis handled the situation by herself, while Wilt helped.

The pain made her sweat. After taking a long breath, she said: "It's still too forced. Those swordsmen are all killed."

The old wounds have not healed, and new ones have appeared. During this time, Isis has received many more wounds.

"Boss, it looks like Isis can't defeat Claes."

"If you ask me, just admit defeat, then train for a few days, and then challenge the great swordsman."

"As long as Isis can survive in the hands of the great swordsman for a while, the light of the night moon will be hers."

What Xiong Da said was not so much for Douglas as it was for Isis.

"Sister Isis, I think what Xiong Da said makes sense."

Sister Xiong helped deal with the bandages and said: "Even if I can win against Claas, my injuries will get worse, and in the end I will lose the chance to challenge the great swordsman, because the swordsman competition will not last long."

"Sister Xiong is right, Isis, I think you should focus on recovering from your injuries, and then prepare to seek the light of the night and moon."

Maggie echoed, bringing over the delicious food she cooked herself.

"No, I will not throw away the honor that belongs to the swordsman in order to seek the light of the night moon."

Isis refused and said in a firm tone: "Everyone, I thank you for considering me, but after doing some things, even if you are lucky enough to get the light of the night and moon, it will not belong to me."

"Okay, you make the decision yourself. You are the protagonist this time anyway."

Dougla spoke up, picked up the food and started eating. Isis had her own persistence, and her friends were standing behind her.

It was not a point of pride for her to avoid fighting.

Others stopped trying to persuade me and just immersed themselves in the delicious food.

After a night's rest, the next day, Isis, wrapped in bandages, went to the martial arts field.

On the competition stage, Claes and Isis stood opposite each other.

"This Isis is very good."

Some people exclaimed in admiration. She is now the one who can meet the qualifications to obtain the Light of the Night and Moon.

Originally, many people suspected that she would choose to admit defeat and then train to prepare to face the great swordsman.

"You really don't regret it." On the competition stage, Krass was also very curious. Now, he could feel Isis's fighting spirit.

"Why should I regret it?" Isis smiled, her eyes burning, and said word by word: "If I got the light of the night and moon by chance, then what is the difference between me and Rogers and the others?"

The sound spread, and the people watching the battle cheered. This time, they knew that this female swordsman was a real swordsman.bookstore.shuwu.

"What a pity," Taotu sighed. People like Isis should join the navy.

It's a pity that her parents blocked her from this path.

The battle is about to break out, and Isis's rapier has been unsheathed.

Claes looked at her, took a deep breath, and then took a stance to draw his sword.

"My name is Claes, my sword is red, and my swordsmanship is sword drawing."

He was not prepared to hold back. If he did, it would be the greatest humiliation to the opponent in front of him.

Therefore, he will use his own strength to add a bit of color to this pride.

Isis felt Klas's mood and she smiled.

"Come on, all the swordsmen on the sea know that the art of drawing swords is the most dazzling and dangerous."

"as you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, Klass had already drawn his sword, too fast.

It was at this moment that Isis seemed to see a light.

Her consciousness caught up with her body, and her body responded. Her rapier appeared exactly where it should appear.

"It actually blocked it."

The great swordsmen who were watching the battle were all astonished, and Bista had the biggest reaction.

Not many people of the same level could catch Claas's first sword.

"What an enviable talent."

Lopez murmured, his eyes showing expectation that Isis could catch the sword. He guessed that Isis could feel the rhythm in it.

Morris had taught her, and her partner Douglas knew how to use the sword for the first time.

Although there are slight differences in the first sword drawing skills of everyone in the Heyi Sect, the rhythm is similar.

Isis can touch such a rhythm from the people she comes into contact with, and her swordsmanship talent is extraordinary.

The first sword was caught, Klaas was a little surprised, and then he thought of Douglas.

Excited, extremely excited.

Claes understood. This girl, her talent, already knew some of the mysteries of sword-drawing.

"Let me see what kind of sparks we can collide with."

He was also comprehending at this time, comprehending the rhythm of Isis' swordsmanship.

The fight between the two made the people watching the battle excited.

Some older swordsmen looked at the two men and their swordsmanship with sighs in their eyes.

Talent is really the most helpless thing.

"Why are these two little guys not from our Kingdom of Ramsay?"

Smith looked at the competition stage filled with swords and sighed.

If these two little guys are from the Kingdom of Ramsay, then in less than ten years, two great swordsmen will appear again.

"Don't be envious." Garcia smiled and saw that many of the people watching the battle were swordsmen from the Ramsay Kingdom. He smiled and said: "At least we have gained a lot from this swordsman competition, right? ."

Rogers is now in a state of despair. Other diehards dare not come forward, but others have already seen the bloody truth.

As long as there is a goal to strive for, Ramsay's glory will one day be taken back by the people of Ramsay Kingdom themselves.

Smith also laughed, yes, they also gained a lot.

These two old guys can only reach the realm of swordsmen in this life. The road to becoming a great swordsman must be walked step by step by the swordsmen of the next generation who work hard to become stronger.