After going into the sea, I met Miss Witch

The surface of the silver spear was engraved with fine lines, and the spiritual light was lingering inside, which was the proof that it was a rare object.

During the flight, the spear kept rotating, tearing the air in front of it, leaving a light silver tail that kept escaping wherever it passed.

Ryan's eyes became cautious.

Before the attack was fired, he felt the stinging pain in the skin in front of his left heart and chest, as if he had been pierced.

Such a sharp edge was something he had never experienced before.

The spirituality was surging in his body, and the blood was flowing rapidly. At this moment, the world in front of Ryan slowed down, and only the silver light that was rushing in was constantly enlarged in his pupils.

"Dang——!"

The visible shock wave spread, and a figure kept retreating under the impact of the silver light, pulling out two clearly visible gullies on the deck. For a moment, wood chips and dust were flying.

"One-Eyed" Santas raised his hand and grabbed it. There was a spirit floating in his palm, trying to recall the silver spear, but to his surprise, his call was responded to, but the silver spear did not fly back, as if it was stuck by something.

Such a strange situation made Santas frown, and his eyes were fixed on the figure that was still standing in the flying sawdust.

As the sawdust dispersed, the pirates on the opposite side and "One-Eyed" Santas could clearly see the young man who raised his sword to resist in front of him, and the silver spear held firmly in his other hand without holding the sword.

The silver spear vibrated at a high frequency, trying to get rid of the young man's restraint, but the young man's hand was like a dead iron clamp, and no matter how the silver spear struggled, it could not get away.

Ryan looked at the "one-eyed" Santas on the opposite side and grinned: "Want it? Then I'll give it back to you!"

"Swish!"

The silver spear stained with a hint of blue shot straight out. When it left Ryan's hand, Santas on the opposite side could no longer sense the spear's response.

This phenomenon made Santas' face change suddenly.

The other party actually broke the connection between him and the silver spear in just a few seconds? !

Is he an alchemist? Or a scholar?

This thought flashed through Santas' mind, but this was not the time to think about it.

The silver spear flew straight to his chest. Although it did not have much spiritual blessing, it made a terrifying and abnormal scream.

Pure brute force?

Santas, who noticed this, showed a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

The distance between the two sides was only a few dozen meters. This distance did not even take a second for the flying spear. At the critical moment, Santas was shocked and calm.

He opened his mouth, and the next moment, spiritual sound waves spread out.

That was the exclusive professional ability of [First-level Pirate] - [High-spirited War Roar]!

With the powerful spiritual blessing, the power of this [High-spirited War Roar] was unusually strong. The spiritual sound waves visible to the naked eye, with a faint light blue, forcibly fixed the flying silver spear in mid-air.

The same professional skill, used by a second-level elite professional, is much more effective than that of a first-level formal professional.

But before Santas could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure had passed the silver spear and came in front of him. It was Ryan holding a silver-blue sword.

Ryan opened his mouth slightly, and spiritual sound waves also spread out from his mouth. Although the effect was far less than Santas, it could reduce most of the effects of Santas's [High-spirited War Roar]. The remaining sound waves fell on Ryan's body and could no longer affect him with a monster-like physique.

In Santas's wide eyes, the silver-blue sword slashed down with a bang, like a huge wave, with a force of over a thousand pounds.

The strong sword wind blew Santas' hair into a flutter. At the moment of life and death, the space ring in his hand flashed again, and a silver spear of the same style appeared in his hand, trying to block the falling sword.

The moment the sword and the spear touched.

Santas' eyes were full of bloodshot, almost bursting out of his eye sockets. The overwhelming force swept over, making his hands holding the spear lose consciousness in an instant. Then, he flew backwards, knocking down many pirates along the way, and these pirates he hit also spurted blood from their mouths. He kept hitting the bulwark, and Santas barely stopped his body.

"Huff... Huff..."

Rapid breathing, a strong smell of blood in his throat, Santas felt that his vision was faintly black.

"What kind of terrifying power is this... a monster?"

He looked at the young man who was walking towards him with a big sword, and fear appeared in his eyes.

After so many years of traveling the sea, it was the first time that Santas saw such a freak. Rather than saying that the young man was a professional, it was better to say that he was a monster in human skin!

It was not even enough to describe it as a monster. It was more like a "sea monster" in human skin!

The fragmentary memories of sea monsters in his mind made Santas' fear more intense.

Just then, he felt a strange feeling coming from his calf, and instinctively, he looked down.

On the skin of his calf, he saw dark blue lines winding up, like dark venomous snakes, choosing people to bite.

"!"

The pupil of Santas' only eye shrank into a needle-like shape.

At this moment, he didn't care about his seriously injured body. He was bleeding all over. All the spirituality in his body exploded. Blood vessels all over his body emerged. One could even see light blue spirituality flowing faintly inside, trying to expel this strange blue power.

This is the exclusive professional ability of the second-level profession of the "Pirate Path" [Storm Fighter] [Storm Body] - it can make the "Storm Fighter" enter a state of highly active spirituality.

Once [Storm Body] was used, it immediately took effect, and the speed of the strange blue lines that continued to spread upward along Santas' legs was greatly slowed down.

But before Santas could breathe a sigh of relief, Ryan, holding a big sword, had already arrived in front of him.

Santas noticed that the big sword in Ryan's hand was different from before, emitting a hazy white light, as if using some secret method.

There are too many secret methods in this world. For a moment, Santas had no way to tell what Ryan was using. He could only hold up his seriously injured body, raise the silver spear, and attack instead of defend, intending to throw it towards Ryan's heart.

However, just when Santas was about to mobilize his spiritual power, the blue lines that had just been suppressed suddenly burst out, causing his body to stiffen.

That is, during this pause, Ryan's attack had already arrived.

The dragging sword rose to the top, and then fell heavily, with a shrill sound, even the air was wailing and trembling before the sword.

Santas tried his best to suppress the riot of the dark blue lines and regain control of his body. It was too late to attack at this moment. He had no choice but to switch from offense to defense and block the spear in front of him to try to block it.