Chapter 1198 (1/2)

In such a big battlefield, the sound of killing rises from the sky.

The Warring States period look a sink, way: ”crane, do it!”

”I see!”

The crane agreed and went out in a row.

Withered tree skin like cheek, flash a moment of determination, hands suddenly clap.

”Baptism rain!”

Bang!

White water wave beam, directly through the body, into a training through the void.

It was like a firecracker.

Boom!

All over the sky, like a rainstorm.

With the sea breeze pouring back, it quickly covered the whole dock battlefield.

Through the place, the original circulation of the bloody smell, and rolling dust.

As if the winter snow meets the spring, it quickly melts away.

The red eyed pirates and the Navy, fighting for the power of guardians, washed away their tears.

The chaotic scene gradually subsided.

The red dog, who had planned to fight hard, and Barrett stopped at once.

Feeling the white water mist in the sky, many people's eyes, brush together, fell on the old crane.

”It's the same as before, this fruit power and enemy, it's a headache!”

White beard eye light flickers, slightly appears to recall ground to say.

In the past, white beard and crane, the backbone of the Navy, obviously had to fight each other.

Knowing that this veteran general is as powerful as the hero Karp and marshal Zhanguo.

In the original work, the rebellious Quixote family of the Qiwu Haitang, the most frightened person, is this humble old woman.

”Well, it's just like magic. Every time I get rid of the urge to find a man.” Charlotte Lingling snorted scornfully.

Standing a little far away from shanks, there is also a trace of solemnity.

Washing the fruit looks ordinary.

However, in the hands of cranes, it can be developed to wash people's hearts and negative emotions.

Perhaps, at their level, they can rely on firm belief to minimize the impact of fruit ability.

However, in the situation of this kind of scuffle, once launched, I am afraid that most people will lose their will to fight in an instant.

”What happened? How many people did I kill just now?”

”My God, all the members of my pirate regiment have been killed.”

”How many people are left here now?”

One after another of the exclamations, the scene rang out one after another.

Impulse is the devil!

But after the impulse, more or fear.

At least, if we look at the scene, we can describe the situation of hundreds of thousands of pirates and Marines who boarded the island.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid the number of people in front of us is one-third less.

The huge wharf, which was originally poured with gold, has already been destroyed in a series of crazy battles.

The vast land was covered with remains and blood.

If it had not been for the crane's ability to wash the fruit, it would have washed most of the bloody smell out of the air.