A Day in the Pirate World

Later, Mo Sen was in the Chambord Islands, and he would often send pirates over, and they would fight each other once they came and went.

Said it was a sparring session, but in fact he was very heavy handed.

Basically every time he sparred with Mo Sen, he was seriously injured. At that time, fighting Mo Sen was one of the few pleasures he had in Advancing City. Mo Sen's strength far surpassed those pirates. Thieves are even more interesting.

However, because Mo Sen never complained of pain, it would inevitably make him feel a little uncomfortable, and sometimes he would strike harder. At that time, Mo Sen's progress was very fast, but he was far behind him, so he didn't care too much.

Later, Mo Sen transferred to the New World, and later heard the news that he defeated the 'Golden Lion' Shiji, and his fame spread all over the world.

What he never expected was that the guy who was not in his eyes two or three years ago had already reached the strength he is now.

"Pooh!"

Spit out the bitten cigar in his mouth, and the [Thunderstorm] in Xiliu's hand was pulled out of the scabbard. Under the firelight, a strange red light flashed on the knife. This is an equally powerful demon knife, "Let the horse come here Come on boy, I admit that I underestimated you just now, but just this is not enough to make you speak out."

Opposite direction.

Feeling the faint excitement of the old demon in his hand, and knowing that it was the resonance of the aura after meeting the same kind, the aura on Mo Sen's body became more fierce, and he never liked to talk too much when he was really fighting.

Only when the strength is not enough, will the guns come together.

The reminder just now can be regarded as a reward for learning a lot of combat experience from Xiliu more than two years ago.

"Ah."

Mo Sen let out a soft snort, clenched the long knife a little bit, stepped out, and disappeared without a trace.

The extremely bright sword light rises, like a crescent moon hanging in midair under the bright night, it is cold, quiet and silent, there is no powerful sword slashing that can fly tens of meters away, because this is the city that advances the city. , if you fight here with Shiliu with all your strength, the two of you can easily dismantle this famous prison.

The speed of the purple-black blade is so fast that it is impossible to see the existence of the shadow of the blade. The slippery fruit Mosen developed not only can increase its own speed, but also the attack speed will undoubtedly increase a lot. This blade is faster than the previous one. It was even fiercer, but as soon as he appeared, there was a chilling aura that seemed to cut Shiliu's whole body into two pieces.

Ding! !

The two knives intersected, and countless sparks flew.

From extreme movement to extreme stillness, not only sparks flew out from between the two demon knives, but at the same time, the force driven by the powerful collision was like an explosion. The cloaks on the two of them rustled.

Shiliu's height was more than one meter taller than Mo Sen's, but under such a battle, his footsteps actually took two steps back, and the stone slab he stepped on was cracked inch by inch, which showed his strength.

Mo Sen has a deep understanding of Shiliu's moves, and Shiliu's knowledge of Mo Sen's sword moves is probably still in the past.

This is a gap in experience, not big, but such a small gap is enough to give Mo Sen, who is of comparable combat strength, an advantage.

Not to mention that the hard power is even more than that now.

Without retreating or even withdrawing the saber, the old demon in Mo Sen's hand slid along the body of the [Thunderstorm] saber in Xiliu's hand, and changed from cutting to slashing. The light and fluttering blade fluttered like a butterfly, as if it had no strength at all. It will be blown away by the wind, but this beautiful butterfly hides an incomparable murderous intent.

The purple-black blade was slanted toward Shiliu's palm holding the blade, and it looked like there was no trace of fireworks, but it was actually extremely sinister, because the old demon's own sharpness and Mo Sen's higher level of arrogance, even if Shiliu Mastering the same level of domineering will also be injured if you don't stop thinking about it.

Not to mention the lower level of domineering.

For two top knives masters dueling, it is definitely not a trivial matter to injure their hands.

After all, Shiliu's knowledge and combat experience were not given in vain. He flipped his wrist holding the knife, and the blade lifted to block Mo Sen's blow again.

"Liu Ying?" He spoke out.

The tone was interrogative, but the look on his face was completely affirmative.

Obviously, this domineering progress made him feel that there are lemons all around him again, and he couldn't help but want to pick one, two, three, four.

He's just on the verge of reaching this stage now, and he doesn't know how long it will take to break through. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him who just mastered the color of the weapon has mastered it not long ago.

Not to mention the breakthrough in sword skills, even the weapon color can improve so fast, who should I talk to for reasoning.

Mawson nodded in acknowledgment.

"good."

Talking didn't affect his fight. Mo Sen drew his knife and retreated. Suddenly, the knife appeared on Shiliu's side like an antelope's horns. This was the experience Mo Sen summed up against opponents who were taller than him.

Generally speaking, it is applicable to most opponents in this world.

Because Mo Sen's height of 2 meters can only be said to have just passed in this world, and he has got rid of the disabled stage.

In terms of his speed, if he appears behind the opponent's sides, no matter how the opponent responds, it will be a relatively uncomfortable posture.

This is a top-down oblique tease.

For swordsmen at this stage, just like Liushen's ad in their hands, no one dares to underestimate the powerful effect of Ping a.

Shiliu understood this, but he also didn't dare.

Holding the long knife behind his hands, Shiliu stabbed diagonally backward from his ribs, barely appearing in the path of Mo Sen's knife.

squeak...

An extremely sharp and ear-piercing sound sounded, and the huge force made Shiliu's feet unsteady, and he staggered forward.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mo Sen slashed out again. This time, Shiliu was unable to defend himself. Although he covered the attacked arm with arrogance in time, there was still a not deep and not shallow wound.

This was just a sparring, after Mo Sen succeeded, he did not continue to pursue the victory, and his knife did not aim at the heart, ribs or the back of the neck and other vital points.

He drew back and looked at Shiliu quietly. The two of them hadn't fought for a long time, but it was enough for them to understand what rank the other was in now.

Unlike Mo Sen, who had a calm face, Shiliu's face became extremely gloomy.

It was caused by the wound just now.