A Day in the Pirate World

Lao Wa and a guy who was good at sneak attack slashed twice in the back. Although his body slid away from the attack, he slashed his shirt.

After dodging and blocking a few rounds of attacks, Mo Sen became more at ease, and the group mocking started.

"Hey, did I say you haven't eaten? Are you trying to tickle me with such an attack?"

Mo Sen split the attack of the two people in front of him with a knife, and suddenly his body vacated for a month to avoid a wretched guy who stabbed the vital knife.

Monkey stealing peaches?

"This is too much, brother, it seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

Mo Sen in the air turned, and [Paper Kitten] instantly appeared above the head of the attacking person just now.

The sharp whistling sound with intense wind pressure suppressed the breath of the guy who had just attacked.The standard long sword in his hand was cut off as soon as it came and was lifted, and he secretly shouted "I'm going to die".

Mo Sen took a long knife in his hand and changed it to a slap. With a 'smack', there was an obvious knife mark on this old man's face, and his mouth was slapped crookedly.

The body flew backwards diagonally, and for a while there was chaos.

Sideways dodged the knife behind him, the handle of the knife was backwards, the person who cut the knife had no time to react, and was also hit in the face by the handle of the knife, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

"The feeling of slapping the face is really refreshing, no wonder the big guys have a soft spot for my peerless blue face."

Mo Sen was in a good mood, as if he had found another direction in life.

At this time, two knives attacked at the same time on the right side of the body, one slashed to his right arm and the other to his back.

At the same time, a long knife slashed down from the front, and a slender blade with a random T-shaped pattern on the left also stabbed silently, and there was an inexplicable breath on the tip of the knife.

When Mo Sen just avoided the slash in other directions, a sense of danger came from the left side, and when there was no time to send, the paper drawing was used, but it was still a little slower.

A small wound was cut by a blade wrapped in armed color.

It is the knife of the old tile in the dormitory.

"Hehe, Lao Wa has made a lot of progress, the warm-up is over, I'm going to attack!"

The small wound has no effect on Mo Sen, but after playing for so long, the flying squirrel should have seen the realm of the swordsmanship of everyone.

So, now it's time for my show.

【shave】

Mo Sen no longer held his hand, rushed directly into the crowd, and directly slapped the two people in front of him with the knife face, sending them all flying.

The others quickly retreated, holding their knives across their chests, ready to block.

however.

"It's too slow, you all, let me down!"

Mo Sen's speed has increased again, and no one's vision can keep up with his speed.

Just listen to "bang...pa...bang...ah..."

There was a burst of noise and screams, and everyone flew out and lay on the ground humming and chirping. There were no scars on their bodies, and their heads all turned into pig heads.

Mo Sen's [Paper Kite] put the knife into the sheath, clasped his hands on his chest, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"Who else?!"

Chapter 41 Will I be beaten without a title?

In the sunshine, Mo Sen clasped his hands tightly, and [Paper Kite] was in his arms, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his eyes long.

On the ground, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground hummingly, and some even scattered their weapons.

This scene, as long as you look at the past, makes people feel that they are full of master temperament.

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It's not that all the clothes on Mo Sen's body have turned into strips of cloth, and even the chest muscles are exposed and the thighs are exposed.

Flying Squirrel's eyes twitched, he seemed to really begin to believe what Xiu Zuo said, and he also understood what kind of player Mo Sen was.

"Mawson, that..."

"How about it, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, are you stunned by my handsomeness? Are you satisfied with the results?"

"I mean, your clothes..."

"Don't care about those details, it's enough to look good."

"Bastard, I mean you have a slit on the right buttock of your pants!" The flying squirrel finally couldn't help yelling at Mo Sen.

"Ah Lie Lie, what the fuck, it's too much. Are you still watching?? Look at the fart, a bunch of perverts!!"

This time, Mo Sen couldn't care less about pretending to beep, watching all eyes fall on his ass.

Feeling that the chrysanthemum was tight, one hand covered the hole, and the six-style shaving started continuously, disappearing in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Uh...hs..."

"It hurts, you bastard!"

The dozen or so guys lying down suddenly forgot the face that was beaten into a pig's head by Mo Sen, and all reluctantly laughed.