Chapter 1178

When they saw the ferocious skeleton on the flagpole, the people who had been watching in the street immediately ran away.

"Run, the pirates are coming, the pirates are coming"

The islanders of Xingguang Island work at sea all year round and are naturally familiar with the flags of pirates. Even on the land, the fear of psychological mischief, but also forget to pick up their weapons, to hand blade this group of bastards.

The ink was livid and the knife was rolling. He stood in the air. In his early years, the ink was also a pirate on Xingguang Island, and the division of pirate poetry was clear. Even if he became the owner of Xingguang Island, he never relaxed his surveillance of pirates. Don't look at these people because of their interests, but once they all get together, they are also a force that can't be underestimated, "Damn, it's black and white impermanence. How did they provoke these two evil stars!"

"Kill! Capture ink alive and avenge your dead brother! " One by one, tough men, holding mountain axes, opened and closed in the crowd. The axes fell over their heads and were bloody

The killing opened its fangs without notice.

In the sight, the whole street has long been in a mess and desperate.

"Island leader, you should order resistance quickly. If it's late, you'll be" a group of people behind you shouted anxiously. What else should a group of Pirates hesitate about? Of course, they killed them directly!

However, the ink obviously had other considerations in mind. It soared in the air and sounded like a loud bell, "black and white brothers, when did Xingguang Island provoke you? Which one is this today? If you don't understand, don't blame the drug lord for being rude!"

Drug lord is the title of ink in pirates!

As soon as this sound came out, you could hear a burst of amazing anger around. Ink, as the owner of Xingguang Island, didn't stand up when the islanders were slaughtered by robbers. Instead, he had a relationship with the robbers. In his eyes, the identity of the owner of Xingguang island is not equal to the name of a strong thief?

"Ink, what do you mean! You are the leader of the island. How, how "Tao Ganghua, the leader of Cunxi City, cried bitterly. At present, due to the grand event of the hundred islands conference, there are a lot of people gathered on the island, many of whom are people from surrounding towns. He can't watch them killed!

"Presumptuous! Do you have a chance to cut in here? If you don't want to die, stand there honestly and say one more word. There's no amnesty for killing! " The ink in the sky yelled at Tao Ganghua below.

"Island Master, you alas!" LAN Kaixing originally wanted to comfort, but the ink was this attitude. He could only shut up and looked down anxiously.

Such as the tide people crowded here and ran desperately, but they couldn't escape at all. They fell into a pool of blood in turn.

"Island Lord, help us, help us"

The road ahead had come to an end, and there was no way to go. Everyone knelt down here and cried.

But the ink in the air, his face did not even have a look of pity. Looking at the distance, he seemed to be waiting, waiting for someone's response

"Young master, you can save them. You see how poor they are." Ye Waner twisted her fingers together and turned pale. She had never seen such a scene.

Xiaofei retched, and the thick smell of blood in the air made her tumultuous in her stomach.

Shaliuhe didn't say much, but shook his head at Zifeng. Is it rare to see such a scene in Shaliuhe's life?

Once in Mushan house, one of the nine houses, I met a similar scene. It's hundreds of thousands of people. What will happen when hundreds of thousands of people's blood flows down? A gentle torrent, like the ridiculous blood tongue of fate, passes through people who climb up from a pool of blood.

Shaliuhe survived the disaster, and the scene was always branded in his heart. Afterwards, he heard the wind from somewhere. The leader of Mushan mansion secretly planned that time. The reason is that there are too many useless people living in the mansion and need to be cleaned!

Human life is so poor.

It was also under that cleaning that nearly half of the whole Mushan mansion and almost all men below Wuzong were killed. After learning the truth, Shaliuhe did not complain. Like everyone living in the endless sea, he clearly knew the rules of survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest.

This is the necessary consciousness to live in a world with limited material and space!

Zifeng saved them today, but let them live for a while.

Wei Qing turned sideways and put away the wine cup in her hand. A bright cold light was in her hand and shot down from the sky.

No matter how much you say, in Wei Qing's opinion, it's not as real as this sword.

That cold light also became the hope in the eyes of the islanders kneeling on the ground below

The sound of blood splashing sounded in the sky. The body is like a fish, the sword is like a rainbow, harvesting the lives of that group of people, like grass mustard!

"Wei Qing, who let you do it! Go, stop her for me, stop her quickly! " When the ink saw the Wei Qing below, it turned and shouted at a crowd behind.

Unfortunately, this time, the 36 city leaders in the party were silent, as if they had never heard of it. The pirate's knives were all across their heads. For a while, my elbow turned outside. What did the ink want to do!

The long sword was as light as the wind, but when Wei Qing cut horizontally and wanted to attack sideways, a hundred Zhang knife awn suddenly split in front of him. The knife awn reached in an instant, and the surrounding houses were blown upside down

Clenching her thick lips, Wei Qing did not retreat but entered. As soon as the long sword turned, "the star light Dou turned!" The long sword immediately took off, turned into a streamer, and hit up.

She can't hide. Once she dodges and opens more, the group of frightened islanders behind her will die.

With a loud bang, the streamer was only deadlocked. After a few breaths, it was broken. The remaining potential of the knife was not eliminated, and it came straight to Wei Qing's heart.

"Wu Zifeng!" Seeing that she could not dodge, Wei Qing screamed at the top.

A breeze slowly fell from the sky. The fierce blade was wrinkled by the breeze, and then it broke inch by inch. When it touched the sunny sky, there was only one strength left.

After a long breath, Wei Qing picked up the long sword on the ground and wanted to rush up again.

"Nonsense!" The ink drank violently, and when it fell, it would rob the long sword in Weiqing's hand.

"Stop!" In the distant sky, a sound like thunder rolled in.

Hearing the sound, all the bandits fighting below put away their weapons and retreated towards the rear like the ebb tide.

Dark clouds are pressing on the city. On one side of the sky, there are hundreds of powerful martial emperors coming to resist the sky. The first two people, one black and one white, are talking and laughing happily.