Pirate God Skin

"It's actually just a stab that destroyed our weapons."

The pupils of Bista and Saatchi suddenly tightened, looking at the broken sword in their hands in disbelief.

These are all famous swords

However, in the face of the 15 million degrees of extreme heat of the Rising Sun Blade, whether it is a famous sword or a scrap of copper and iron, it is a fate.

Can be described as the natural enemy of all weapons

"What your faith protects, what your spirit cherishes, these things will be destroyed one by one."

Between the flying blades, Mo Yan looked cold.

Then, the sunblade swung down

"stop it"

The rest of the captains roared and sprinted over, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of the sunblade."Zero Four Zero"

The eruption of flames flooded the two of them, and the captains could only watch as Bista and Saatchi were devoured.

"Damn it shouldn't be like this"

The rushing captains all felt weak and fell to the ground with great momentum, hammering the ground in resentment.

I saw my colleagues who were close to my family constantly dying by Mo Yan’s knife, but they were powerless. Such powerlessness turned into despair, which deeply drowned their hearts.

"Do you want to just give up like this" Fossa shouted, "We still have to avenge them."

The sixth team captain Brackman desperately said, "But his high temperature knife is irresistible."

"There will always be a way"

Foza gritted his teeth, shaking hands with a big sword that also ignited blazing flames.

"My ability is also the sword of flame, maybe I can use it to compete with him"

With that said, Foza rushed towards Mo Yan with an unrelenting aura.

"No, Foza" the other captains were shocked when they saw this.

However, Fossa was determined, his whole body was covered with dark armed domineering, and his astonishing sword aura burst out and enveloped his whole body.

"In this way, at least it should be able to withstand his high temperature for a moment."

Fossa secretly thought, judging from the attacks of Bista and Saqi just now, the sword energy will not be burned.

"Is it possible to increase the explosive range of the sword qi to defend yourself like a dying sun prison suit?" Mo Yan smiled lightly, "It's still a bit creative and worthy of appreciation."

As if it was a reward for giving Foza, Mo Yan did not evade and let Foza stabbing him.

Of course, the bigger reason is that Mo Yan does not need to flash or avoid

"Stabbed"

Seeing his big sword pierced into Mo Yan's body without its hilt, Foza looked overjoyed.

The captains who were planning to come to the rescue were also sluggish for a moment. This was too unexpected. Fossa actually succeeded.

At this moment, Foza's face suddenly changed.

"wrong"

He swayed back a few steps, the flame sword in his hand, now only the bare hilt was left.

"The moment I came into contact with this flame suit, the blade was directly burned to ashes." Foza was shocked, "Is there such a big gap between my flame and his flame?"

As soon as he thought of this, Foza felt a flash of fire in front of him.

The sword aura and armed domineering that enveloped Fossa were easily broken by the sunburst, and the fiery intentions erupting on the tip of the blade directly blasted off the desperate captains.

"Another one."

Mo Yan let Foza's two corpses fall to the ground, "This is the ninth captain, who is next?"

In the blink of an eye, the sixteen captains of the White Beard Pirate Group had already been massacred by Mo Yan for more than half.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

The surviving captains all screamed in sorrow, "Kill you, kill you, and kill you absolutely."

At this time, they had already desperately wanted to avenge their dead comrades.

Even life and death are kept out of them

"Interesting, can you overcome despair in another way."

Mo Yan looked at Atmos, the "Buffalo" who strode in front of him. This was the captain of the thirteenth squad. He was very famous for his outstanding strength, even the arrogant Qiwu Haido Flamenco. Take a high look at him

"In the face of hatred, what is mere despair?"

Atmos yelled, drew out two big swords, and lased directly.

"Only you, what can you do to face the old man" Mo Yan smiled contemptuously.

"And me"

The captain of the twelfth division Harta also drew out his sword and attacked Mo Yan like lightning.

Both of their attacks carried a deep and pure armed color domineering, their swordsmanship and swordsmanship were extremely exquisite, their knives all avoided direct contact with the sunblade, and their swords pointed to the vitals of the face without the protection of the sun's prison clothes.

"That's it. I figured out a way to deal with the Rising Sun Blade and the Remnant Sun Prison Shirt so quickly."

Mo Yan flashed all the attacks lightly. Although Atmos' offensive was fierce and Harta's fast sword was extremely fierce, their experience was worse than that of Yamamoto Motoyanagi, who was equivalent to the soul world in history. Rong Yu? Carry? Thistle is so awkward? Forgive

"Damn it, is this guy a monster, so he can avoid all our joint attacks"

Atmos and Harta became more and more frightened, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief in their minds.

"Fortunately our goal is achieved"

Because they weren't for the purpose of hurting Mo Yan, they didn't even hold this expectation at all, after all, Mo Yan was overwhelmingly powerful for 13 people to see.

Atmos and Harta’s real purpose is to temporarily restrain Mo Yan’s attention and create opportunities for the other captains.

"Ok"

With a move of Mo Yan's heart, he noticed that the flames around him had disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, two tiny figures sneaked into Mo Yan's side.

"boom"

The fierce sound close to Mo Yan sounded at zero distance, and the projectile compressing the fierce flame instantly broke through the sun's vest and burst out with extreme terror.

"how did you do that"

Mo Yan was slightly startled, and raised his free left arm by one stop, only to feel a fierce burning sensation all over his arm, and his left arm turned black in the blink of an eye.