365 Pirate God-level Skin Chapter 365 (2/2)

All the flames that Mo Yan had created before were collected by Brackman, and then delivered to Izang for launching.

However, Brackman never dreamed that the sincere cooperation of their five captains to attack with all their strength, just breaking through Mo Yan's defense is already the limit.

Not only that, but also ruined all the attackers

”Well, are there any remnants of death?”

The flame gradually dissipated, and Mo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

I saw that in the bottomless pit, Harta and Izang were still lingering, while most of Atmos and Spidorkiel’s bodies were turned into fly ash.

”Ahem”

The two coughed violently, their bodies scorched.

But their eyes were full of tears, and again, they were pushed away by their companions at a critical moment, and they were protected from most of the power

”Atmoskill is hateful”

Looking at Harta and Yizang crying for blood, Mo Yan would not give the slightest mercy.

Yamamoto Motoliu, Rong Yu, flattering, neo-baking, apology, apology, apology, apology, sorrow, gown, cute, Wei asked his nephew, 5 crab swords, bright, and willing to show off the sand scene?Create? Sweep? Bald moves to stabilize the smoke? Ao V? Where is the fishy?

And to give mercy to the enemy during the battle is also a huge insult to the enemy.

”As of now, eleven of the sixteen captains have died, are there five still alive?”

Mo Yan squinted 037 eyes, and among the five remaining captains, Marco was trapped in the flame tornado and died, while Harta and Izang were seriously injured.

In other words, there are only two remaining captains who can really play.

It has only been a short moment since the start of the war, and such a powerful Four Emperors Whitebeard Pirate Group was almost destroyed by Mo Yan.

”Let the old man come to relieve your pain.”

Mo Yan grabbed the flowing blade and walked slowly towards Harta and Izang.

Harta and Izang stared at Mo Yan with hatred, ”Yamamoto Genryu? Rong Yu? Haggard coals.

”Even if you hate the old man, if this makes you feel better,” Mo Yan didn't care at all, ”Now, go and accompany your loving partner first.”

With words, Mo Yan was about to slash with a knife.

Suddenly, a loud shout of anger that shook the world and the earth rang out

”An dare to do this”

The terrifying shock wave struck across the air, and the submarine volcanoes outside the fisherman island were colluded and erupted, as if they were fueling the power of this shocking attack.

”It's White Beard”

Mo Yan's expression condensed, and he turned around and slashed immediately.

”The sword of fierce fire”.