"Brother Aaron!"

The fish didn't go far, and one of them suddenly thought of an important question: "Where should we run now?" ”

"Go to Cocoa West Village!

Aaron quickened his pace and said through gritted teeth:

"If we can take two villagers hostage, maybe there will be a chance to escape."

The fishmen's eyes lit up, and they hurriedly followed their big brother Aaron to flee in the direction of Ke Ke Ya West Village.

"Brother Aaron!"

Another fish-man couldn't stop calling out the leader's name.

This time it's not because they don't know where to run, but because...

Their big brother Aaron was speeding and flying, and his swift figure almost dragged a vague phantom in their field of vision.

Ah Long's strength as the leader of the fishmen was perfectly displayed at this critical juncture, and the obvious gap between him and a group of fishmen minions who were not physically fit was good.

"Wait for us..."

A fish-man brother subconsciously shouted out his inner thoughts.

However, Ah Long seemed to be unable to hear, and the speed under his feet was a little faster.

Ah Long naturally can't hear it, and if he hears it, he will pretend not to hear it.

At this kind of life-and-death juncture, how can he care about running away with his little brother?!

The memory of being trampled under the feet of the yellow ape when he was young was too profound, and Ah Long didn't dare to hesitate for half a minute in front of the characters of the natural department and the "strength of the general".

So it didn't take long for Ah Long to disappear without a trace in front of the fish-man brothers with his strong physical functions.

However, the fish-men did not have time to sigh at the vigorous posture of their leader, because the naval soldiers who had landed behind them had already chased after them with murderous violation.

In this tense and lively race, there are already two unlucky ghosts who are slow runners who have eaten the bullets of the Navy.

After these two fishmen were shot, they fell to the ground because of the inertia of the giant who ran with all their might, and performed the difficult posture of salted fish hitting the street on the spot.

And the humanoid smoke-jet Smokejet Smoker Smokejet and Galen, who has acceleration skills, are even tighter, almost killing into the crowd of wolves and fish.

Hearing the shouts of killing that were getting closer and closer, Cloobi, who was running at the forefront of the line, suddenly slowed down.

"What do you do?"

Xiaoba said a little anxiously: "If you don't run faster, it's too late!" ”

"The navy is chasing too closely, and no one can run away if it goes on like this."

There was a bit of bitterness in Croobie's voice:

"After I come to the palace, you take your brothers and run away!"

"Kroobie!"

There was a sentimental look in Xiao Hachi's eyes, and he couldn't help but persuade out loud:

"That man is too strong, you're going to die!"

"Big Brother Croobie!"

A group of fish-man brothers also cast reverent and reluctant glances.

"Leave me alone, now is not the time to hesitate!"

Croobie clenched his fists suddenly, and his eyes were also overflowing with the man's tears.

His pace was getting slower and slower, but the strength of his palms was getting stronger and stronger, and his eyebrows were full of determination.

Octopus Hachi was still a little hesitant, and a few fish-man brothers who were touched in his heart also slowed down with Croobie.

"Needless to say!"

Croobie stopped completely, and suddenly stood up like a rock, standing like a green pine:

"Being able to die at the hands of a man of that level is the best destination for a martial artist!"

"Precious!"

Hachi nodded heavily at Crooe, who was already determined to die, and the tears in his eyes quietly slipped down.

"Time is running out..."

"Let's go!"

Croobie slowly turned away, leaving his fellow fishmen with a resolute back that they will never forget.

Octopus Hachi also wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and fled in the opposite direction with the few fishmen.

The hustle and bustle faded away, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Croobi only felt that he was the only one left in heaven and earth, and that there was a poignant death to come.

And in Croobie's vision, the invincible knight with a great name is getting closer and closer.

At the end of his life, Croobie couldn't help but think of his lackluster life:

was a gangster in his hometown of Fishman Street, a miscellaneous soldier in the Sun Pirates, and later followed Aaron to the East China Sea as a small cadre of the Evil Dragon Pirates.

Not only did there be no bright spots, but they went back more and more.

But he didn't expect that at the last moment of his life, he would be able to usher in such a splendid death.

"The man who is with Karp..."

Croobie muttered to herself, the corners of her mouth quietly grinning in a slightly self-deprecating arc:

"I wasn't killed by you in the sea just now, just because I was too weak, right?"

"Weak enough for a man like you to disdain to make a move..."

As he spoke, Croobie's eyes suddenly burst into a burst of light, and a terrifying momentum burst out from the body of King Kong like a steel cast iron:

"It was me who was wrong!"

Croobi clenched his fists, and the thick veins on his arms pumped into the iron fists with incredible strength:

"Since I came to the East China Sea, my fist has never been swung at any strong person."

"My fish-man karate is just a tool to oppress the weak."

At this time, Galen had already rushed in front of him with great momentum, and the blade of the great sword slashed through a brilliant golden arc in mid-air, slashing straight at Croobie, who was standing in place.

"Thank you..."

Crowobie recalled the innocence of his heart when he practiced Fishman Karate, and the spirit of the warrior was quietly recondensed:

"At this last moment, I found the true meaning of Fishman Karate!"

His feet were like iron stakes, and he stepped down from his horse, and his strong arms stretched forward, and his long-stored iron fist swung out at Galen, who was rushing at him:

"Fish-man Karate - Thousand Wa Sho Fist!"

The fist was like a flying arrow, and the momentum was like thunder, and in an instant, Croobi struck out a wave of white qi like a rainbow, and it burst into the air.

The so-called Thousand Tile Fist is a powerful fist that can break a thousand tiles with one punch underwater.

And Crowobi, who has been busy bullying and abusing civilians in remote villages in the East China Sea for many years, has been stagnant for a long time in the realm of "a thousand".

But the punch that Crobi threw at this life-and-death juncture had already broken through the shackles of "a thousand".

Croobie couldn't help but smile freely, and said secretly in his heart:

"To be able to deliver this punch..."

"I have no regrets in my life!"

Although this punch has already pushed the limits of his martial arts, Cloobie would never think that such a punch can defeat the Tokai Knight of "Honbu Shogun's strength".

He just wanted to use this punch as the final performance of his life, and then die a gorgeous and glorious death at the hands of a peerless powerhouse.

However...

I saw that the fierce fist wind swept out with a wave of white air...

The peerless powerhouse who could open up with Karp was very cooperative with this punch and flew upside down, plowing a deep ravine in the ground.

And the "peerless powerhouse" who was hit by his punch seemed to be paralyzed by this punch.

"What the hell?"

Croobie's eyes widened in disbelief.

He looked at the fist in his hand, and his expression became in a trance.

Croobie suddenly had huge doubts about his true strength.

At this time, the situation of the battle changed again-

I saw that the "invincible" knight who collapsed in the dirt turned into a cloud of smoke that exploded inexplicably...

"How so?!"

Croobie was even more confused.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound of a blunt blow from a heavy sword.

Crowobie, who was still confused, fell to the ground.

Galen stood behind him, his greatsword still in his hand.

Cloobie, who had been hit hard in the back spine, was suddenly incapacitated, and the severe pain made him paralyzed.

"Y-you..."

The seriously injured Croobi fell to the ground, looked at the "peerless powerhouse" who gave him a stick from behind with difficulty out of the corner of his eye, and said with resentment on his face:

"A strong man like you..."

"How can you use such a trick on me!"

The resentment and anguish on Croobie's face were overwhelming.

This aggrieved death has nothing to do with the glory he imagined.

"Huh?"

Galen couldn't hear it.

Croobie's eyes were red with anger at Galen's nonchalant attitude.

"Forget it..."

Galen swung down with a sword:

"Let's take the head first."