Pirate Kingship

Two large-caliber spray guns were fired at close range, spewing endless flames and steel balls.

Like two hot lava hammers, they hit the bone-eating clown who wanted to get up from the ground hard.

The soft, spotless white lead ground was instantly covered with bullet holes and blood.

Of course, even if the extraordinary ability was sealed, the solidified physical quality would not.

The bone-eating clown was covered in blood and had burnt bullet holes everywhere. Its joints creaked like a puppet, and it shook its head desperately, struggling to get up and fight back.

"Shoot again!"

"Shoot again!"

Byron and Violet did not stop.

Standing on top of it, they changed ammunition at a speed far beyond that of ordinary musketeers, and fired two "deck cleaners" one after another.

The bone-eating clown could only keep the posture of falling from the sky, lying on the ground and twitching wildly.

Even if this guy's bones were hard and his blood was thick, after losing the ability to change, he was no more powerful than a curly-haired baboon.

Soon, the blood flowing on the ground had gathered into a smelly river of blood.

If passers-by saw this scene, it would be like a pair of ruthless male and female evil spirits bullying an old, weak and sick person who had not died even though he had been stabbed in the back with eight hundred tricks.

But the bone-eating clown was not Edward Redbeard after all.

Byron believed that as long as he was shot enough times and beaten badly enough, he would be able to kill it completely.

If shooting once was not enough, then ten times, and if ten times were not enough, then a hundred times.

However, just after the two of them sprayed four rounds in succession.

The other dozens of human head balloons that fell from the sky, except for a few unlucky ones who had not had time to recover their complete bodies, died on the spot due to excessive bleeding.

The other twenty or so individuals who did not need to rely on the extraordinary ability [Split into pieces] to survive, all recovered into human form and charged towards them.

The two of them could no longer concentrate on the rest of the shots.

With an eye contact, the two immediately re-divided their work.

In the forbidden magic area, Byron had turned over in an instant and became the undisputed first combat force in the field.

He threw the "deck cleaner" in his hand to the ground, drew his sword, and took the initiative to kill the clowns.

"Breathe."

The extraordinary ability of [Son of the Storm] was sealed, but the wisps of white air between his mouth and nose became purer and stronger than ever before.

The power of every muscle, every fascia, and every organ in the body was integrated quietly with breathing as the vein.

It was as if the power of the 639 muscles and 6 billion muscle fibers in the human body had turned into a rolling hot stream and flowed freely in his body with breathing.

The body of an 18-year-old youth was originally 100 points in theory, and ordinary people could only perform 30 points to pass.

The trained swordsman could only perform 50 points at most.

But at this time, Byron could not only exert all the power contained in his body 100%.

He could even use the improvement of the operating system level such as "flow" to open the "inherent limiter" used to protect the body in a short time to achieve overload.

Increase the original theoretical extreme value by at least 20%!

Byron's eyes were sharp, holding the sword with both hands above his head, posing the standard [rooftop sword style], and his steps were getting faster and faster.

Clang——!

When his breath resonated with the strange half-sword Baishuang in his hand, he was just at the best attack distance with the first clown.

He shouted:

"Cut!"

The bright sword light flashed suddenly, and with a lightning-fast [Old Man Chop], the clown was chopped from the top of the head to the crotch.

The steel blade can be easily cut, and cutting its bones is no more difficult than cutting a piece of dead wood.

When the two halves of the clown's body slid to the left and right, and finally realized that he was dead, Byron had already stepped over it and met the second enemy.

The half-sword that had been chopped to the limit was turned into the [Sword Style], with the tip of the sword raised and fiercely thrust.

He brazenly pierced the two clowns rushing towards him like skewers on the sword, and the hot blood splashed on Byron's face, making him even more fierce.

There was a sudden sound of wind beside him, and it was another clown that grabbed him fiercely.

Byron lowered his feet and twisted hard with the hilt as the axis.

The two clowns who were originally only pierced were immediately cut in half by the sword blade, and their internal organs flowed all over the ground.

The death was horrible.

Probably because there were not enough people eating on the road, each of these clowns was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and claws on their fingers.

However, in theory, even the weakest grotesque is at the level of an inhuman.

An ordinary person, or a supernatural person who has lost his ability, is likely to have no choice but to let it kill him when facing such a monster.

The clown clawed down, and although he didn't catch Byron, not only did the chocolate buildings fall apart, but even the soft white lead on the ground was scratched with four long claw marks.

Just when it only knew how to attack but didn't know how to hold back, Byron cut off his head with a lightning-fast backhand sword.

The four fundamental principles of swordsmanship: judgment, distance, time, and position.

[Storm Swordsmanship] Swordsmanship uses the fastest "time" finger and palm to attack, as fast as lightning, and even inhuman grotesques can't react in time.

And the three most basic sword moves, slashing, thrusting, and cutting, all turned into magic in Byron's hands.

A figure wandered calmly in the enemy camp. He was facing a group of ferocious monsters, but he was as relaxed as playing with a group of fat pigs.

At this moment, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, setting off a bloody storm.

Firearms and artillery can indeed allow extraordinary people to exert attack power far beyond their own limits at low and medium levels.

But it violates a basic principle of the extraordinary world-the only thing that never changes in the world is change!

Swordsmanship may not be so brilliant in the early stage. No matter how high the version of "flow" is, it is often difficult to cook without rice because of low physical fitness.

But it is the only skill that can accompany extraordinary people all the way to the peak. The higher the rank, the stronger the power that can be exerted.

Taking advantage of the terrain of the forbidden magic area, Byron, with one sword, firmly blocked all the clowns who wanted to rescue Koraskin's body.

Suddenly, he found that Violet behind him had no time to reload the musket, so she simply installed a bayonet on the barrel and was about to perform [Gun Sword Technique] to stab the bone-eating clown.

In his opinion, the power of a girl is too limited. Unless she can awaken the "flow of mind", even if she can pierce the opponent's skin, she will be stuck by the muscles.

He simply didn't know how thin his arms and legs were. He had tried it and found that he could completely pinch the girl's waist with just one pair of hands.

While secretly blaming her for being too reckless, he didn't forget to give instructions while killing the clown:

"First, attention and complete immersion;

Second, there must be a goal that you are willing to pay a price for;

Third, there must be immediate feedback."

Perhaps the enemies around him couldn't stand his arrogance, and they rushed up from all directions.

He opened his arms with sharp claws and was about to submerge him completely.

"Come on!"

Crackling

Byron's body joints exploded, and his height suddenly shrank by one third.

The blade of the White Frost sword hummed, and he held the sword with the "thumb grip sword method", stepped forward and turned around with the [rooftop sword style] to swing the sword with all his strength.

A sharp and cold sword light flashed with his hands as the axis.

In an instant, the neck, head, and shoulders cut the surrounding enemies to the same level as himself.

Swish!

The red blood splattered wantonly, making Byron, who was standing in the middle of a pile of half-bodies, look like a killing god.

Secret sword technique: Wuxiang Rotation Slash·All beings are equal!

Everyone is exactly the same, so naturally all beings are equal.

With one move, no clown can stand up again.

Byron turned around calmly and continued to say to Violet:

"Fourth, because of the full concentration on this, the daily trivialities are completely forgotten and blocked;"

At the same time, he took a step and rushed towards the bone-eating clown who was gradually standing up because of the lack of fire suppression.

Not counting extraordinary abilities, this guy's body, which was transformed by the Life-Playing Clown, is at least comparable to cockroaches and even water bears.

Byron was not confident in letting Violet face this monster alone.

"Fifth, reach selflessness"

But before he could finish all five essentials.

Puff!

Violet had easily stabbed the Bone-Eating Clown's chest with a knife.

The ribs, which were as hard as steel and could not be penetrated by bullets, could not block the stab of the bayonet.

"Huh? Wait, Miss, you have already broken through the flow? Too coincidental, right?"

And this level of skill, no matter how you look at it, does not look like a beginner.

Byron, who had previously thought that the girl's learning progress was not worthy of her name as a genius, was shocked for a moment.

But at this time, there was no time to think about it, and he stepped forward and cut off a claw swung by the Bone-Eating Clown with a sword.

Violet cut off the other one synchronously, nodded to him, and responded casually:

"Yes, under pressure, it just naturally broke through."

On the surface, she looked indifferent, but in fact her cheeks were slightly red, as if she had suddenly applied a layer of light pearl powder.

The iceberg beauty who was cold and almost cold in front of the pirates seemed to have fallen into the mortal world all of a sudden.

'You said that Catherine broke through in two hours, I will tell you that although my foundation is worse, I actually broke through on the second day?

It's been several months, what a slow idiot. '

But she said:

"It's all irrelevant, let's work."

Since there are no more guys in the way.

The male and female duo simply used a bayonet and a half-hand sword to completely cut the bone-eating clown in front of them, who was almost bleeding dry.

Byron was not satisfied. After prying open his head and taking out the golden ghost card, he used his superb sword skills to cut the bones and flesh.

For the sake of harmony, if we must describe the scene, there is a passage that fits the description:

"Butcher, bring ten pounds of lean meat, without any fat, and chop it into minced meat;

Take another ten pounds of fat meat, without any lean meat, and chop it into minced meat; take another ten pounds of cartilage, without any meat on the cartilage, and chop it into minced meat"

If Byron had not been worried that feeding the dog would cause indigestion or even some bad accidents, he would have wanted to try this genius idea.

Maybe it can create a new way to deal with the undead.

In the end, he finally adopted the most reliable old method.

Put together the flesh and blood of the still-squirming Bone-Eating Clown, which might be reassembled into a complete Bone-Eating Clown if it leaves the Forbidden Magic Area.

Three or four bottles of Molotov cocktails were smashed hard, and a raging fire immediately ignited.

Watching the flames burn even the tiniest cells to ashes.

The other clown clones did the same.

It was not until the [Ship Log] confirmed that the history of the Bone-Eating Clown had completely ended that Byron breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."

On the other side, Violet, who ran out of the Forbidden Magic Area again, pinched her nose and turned over a dirty trouser pocket with storage capacity.

Everything inside was poured out with a crash.

In addition to magic props such as playing cards, bombs, balloons, ribbons, etc., there were not many valuable things.

Instead, a pile of old antiques that seemed to be useless and specially placed in woven baskets immediately attracted her attention.

Moreover, the princess of the Taiwan people saw a very old Taiwan people's battle axe among the pile of fragments at first glance!

"What is this?"

She found the clown captain's logbook with doubts, and just opened it and read two lines, and immediately couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Byron, come and take a look at this."