Pirates of the Navy

Chapter 59

If it was Long Yi who was beaten violently in the dojo today, would someone stand up for him?
The answer is naturally no.

Although Yatogami Taizo's love for Long Yi is true, it doesn't mean that he will always protect the next Lord of Onitsu whom he personally chooses.

The wise bald old man knew.

The casting of a famous knife requires a lot of tempering.

"Tattoo."

The long-haired Yato Shenzong walked unhappily, but every step was extremely smooth.

Like the children of the Yatogami family, he also wore a decent black kimono.This solemn color made the expression on his face even more gloomy.

The boy who was being targeted only felt his breathing stagnate, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

This is the instinctive fear from the bottom of the bone, like a harmless rabbit meeting a jackal with blood on its mouth.

Long Yi doesn't think he is a rabbit, but the old man approaching slowly is more terrifying than a jackal.

"Give me the bamboo sword."

Yato Shenzongshou walked up to the dojo, stretched out his hand slightly, and said a word to the stunned Yato Shen disciple beside him.

"Yes! Master Zongshou!"

The children of the Yadao family who came back to their senses stammered a reply, quickly found a bamboo sword, and respectfully handed it to the previous master.

When the bamboo sword was held in the hand of the old man, all the children in black looked happy.

They firmly believed that in front of Ye Dao Shen Zongshou, Long Yi couldn't stand the slightest splash.

"Bamboo sword? Let's leave it alone."

Glancing at Yadao Shenzong Shoukong's waist, Long must have come to his senses and smiled lightly.

"Here, use this."

He took the initiative to throw the purple pill in his hand, and the boy pulled out Ye Shou, holding it tightly with his backhand.

Yato Shenzong hesitated for a second, and finally reluctantly caught the side weapon thrown by the boy.

With Zi Wan in hand, Ya Dao Shen Zongshou lightly flicked the blade, his brows slightly sullen.

"Little devil, are you looking down on me?"

Throwing down the bamboo sword, the long-haired old man held the sword in both hands with a cold tone.

"No no no! I dare not."

Hearing Yadao Shenzongshou's words, Long Yi repeatedly waved his hands.

Just halfway through, he changed the subject.

"I dare not look down on you, old man, but I know that I will never meet an enemy with a bamboo sword in the future."

Yadao Shenzongshou was slightly taken aback, and after trying to understand the meaning of the other party's words, the gloomy expression on his face unconsciously relaxed a little.

At the end, he smiled in a low voice, without words.It's just a pity in my heart.

"Unfortunately, you are not the son of the Yadao Shen family."

An old man and a young man each put up a posture, holding swords and facing each other.

The silent chill pervaded quietly, the hairs of those Yadao Shen family children who were not in the middle of the battlefield could not help but stand up, and the coldness ran down the spine and went straight to the brain.

Long Yi never had the habit of letting others slaughter him, so he forcibly stopped the trembling of his body, his figure flashed, and he was the first to draw the sword.

""Shaving" is indeed a good way of moving, but it is still not enough to look at in front of this old man."

Seeing Long Yi's figure disappear in front of his eyes, Yato Shenzong sneered, and immediately turned his hand and stabbed backward.

The sword's edge was slightly stained with blood, and a figure rolled out in a rather embarrassing manner.

The boy's strong attack failed.

"Just now you stole the three-point essence of Ye Shenliu swordsmanship, I will grant you once, look at the sword!"

Ye Dao Shenzong let out a low cry, retracted his sword slightly, stepped forward, and then stabbed out suddenly.

Like a tiger descending a mountain, it goes forward without hesitation.

"Ye Shenliu. Tiger Chuan."

Can't hide, can't escape.

Long Yi could only watch Zi Wan's blade getting closer and closer to his body.

"Come!"

With a sharp drink in his mouth, Long's eyes turned red.

If you can't hide, then don't hide!If you can't escape, then don't escape!
The opponent stabbed with a sword, and he stabbed out with a sword.

"Continuous thrusts!"

Ziwan and Yeshun faced each other sharply.

Ye Dao Shenzong was determined not to withdraw his sword momentum, but after all he was concerned about the bald old man on the high platform, he sighed softly in his heart, and dodged back.

Long Yi pierced the air with his sword, staggered and fell to the ground.

There was silence all around, and none of the disciples of the Yato God opened their mouths to laugh.

The madness of young people is frightening, not everyone has the courage to change their lives.

"You brat, aren't you afraid of death?"

Yadao Shenzong's face was strange, from Long Yi's sword just now, he didn't feel the slightest hesitation.

"Afraid, why not? Look at me sweating."

Getting up from the ground, Long Yi patted the dust on his body, pointed to the bean-sized drops of sweat on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

It is expected that the other party will not dare to kill him, so he has no scruples.

"Long Yi, use all your strength."

On the high platform, Yato Shentaisan spoke in a deep voice.

After hearing this, Long Yi took a deep look at the bald old man, without reservation.

"Wave engraving, open! The power of ghosts and gods, come!"

The clothes on his body are windless and automatic, and the ghostly aura is permeating behind him.

Long Yi's eyes turned into a blur of white, and the mysterious wave imprint slowly rotated from the top of his head.

Kazan Xuying slowly opened his eyes, holding a knife and an axe, he grinned silently, and glanced around with greedy eyes.

Ghostly, fluctuating.

These are the two strongest strengths of Long Yi right now, and they are all his strength.

"Ghost!"

"Monster, that guy is a monster!"

Long Yi's current appearance is indescribably terrifying, the fluctuations and ghost energy are intertwined, making him look extremely hideous.

The disciples of the Yadao God around them retreated again and again, and the unbearable ones were even limp on the ground, unable to get up.

"The person who bears the devil!"

Yato Shenzongshou couldn't recognize the wave power, but the thick ghost aura couldn't escape his perception.

After the grinning Kazan phantom appeared, the Yadao priest finally lost his composure and looked horrified.

"Stay honest and don't make trouble."

Indifferently speaking to Kazan behind him, Long Yi raised his sword again.

"Master, let's continue."

Yato Shenzong showed hesitation, and unconsciously glanced at the bald old man on the high platform.

When he found that the latter still had a calm expression, he gave a wry smile, and somewhat understood the meaning of the Patriarch.

The boy is not a crow that can only shout, but a ghost walking in the world.

"continue."

Suppressing all the turmoil in his heart, Ye Dao Shenzong watched Long Yi whose aura had risen three or four times, and suddenly lost interest.

kill?He dare not kill.Yadao Shenzongshou was very sure that as long as he had a slight desire to kill, the Patriarch on the high platform would have ten thousand ways to stop him.

Not to mention the lesson of threats, unlike those little ghosts in the family, the other party is not threatened by any, and dares to fight with his life.

Yadao Shenzong's guard was a little bit hard to get off, and the momentum on his body began to relax unconsciously.

"Old man, if you don't do it, I will do it first!"

Long Yi didn't have so many twists and turns in his heart, he knew that he would definitely not be able to beat Ye Dao Shen Zongshou, but the other party would definitely not dare to kill him.

Such a powerful sandbag is hard to find. If you don't cherish it at this time, you may not have a chance in the future.

"Continuous thrusts!"

Yehun stabbed sharply in his hand, and the dragon's eyes flashed brightly.

Compared with just now, this sword already has five points of essence of "Tiger Piercing".

　Hurry up and finally finish writing before twelve o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)