The conflict reached its extreme, but it brought a brief calm, and Harold stood alone in the pile of dead people, confronting Donk and the others, but the battle stopped.

Donk and Harold have come to the point of face-to-face.

Harold is not alone in this matchup, he has Casey by his side. Donk is not alone either, he has a boatload of companions!

Harold's left shoulder was wrapped in a bandage, but it had been soaked through by the sea, and blood was oozing from it, and he was seriously injured. He stared coldly at Tang Ke, who was more than twenty yards away, with murderous intent.

Tangk was flanked by a few of his right-hand men, and in front of him was a group of white-knuckled sailors, who filled the starboard deck and was a bit crowded. Donk clearly felt Harold's toughness, which brought him great psychological pressure, but he did not fear, but instead gave birth to a fire in his heart.

The fourth order is different from the fourth order, Daniel of the fourth order is an animal trainer, and his power is reflected in having a group of beasts. The fourth-order Harold, on the other hand, has unrivaled single-target melee abilities.

The swordsman has taken killing to the ultimate luxury, elevating death to the level of art.

Donk is a swordsman himself, so he knows Harold's strength better than anyone else, and although Harold has a broken arm, he still can't be underestimated. Donk didn't dare to be distracted, but as long as he kept an eye on Harold, he could barely free his left hand. He reached out to his waist and rubbed it quickly a dozen times, and black smoke gushed out from the iron statue and rolled to the ground, forming a teleportation array.

Harold raised his eyebrows and looked at the teleportation array a few more times, but he didn't know what he would summon?

The trolls, twice as tall as the Terrans, stood up, and he had two valgus wounds on his back, which were visible to the bone, because he fought every day in the Astral Boundary, and the Astral Plane was also a plane of the jungle, and when he was occasionally summoned, he was already seriously injured.

"That's him, right?" The trolls were not stunned in the face of the imminent battlefield, and now everyone's spearhead was pointed at Harold, and of course he could distinguish the situation at a glance.

"Give me to kill him at all costs." Donk conveyed the command in his mind.

Everyone was like a tense clockwork, their spirits were tense, their muscles were tense, and the tip of the sword, the muzzle, and the arrows were all pointed at Harold, and if they were fired in unison, they could shoot Harold to pieces. But no one moved, they waited for the boss's order.

There is only the sound of the waves as a background sound.

One of the sailors, not understanding why Donk had not ordered the siege, released his thumb that was holding the bowstring without permission, and the arrow dislodged and turned into a deadly black line.

Before the sailor let go of his hand, Harold was already moving! In Harold's eyes, the sailor was as slow as a snail, and he hooked a long sword in a pool of blood with his toes, and with a flying kick, the sword flew faster than the bow and went straight to the sailor's door.

Tang Ke was on guard, just to prevent this from happening, he rushed forward with an arrow step, and the sword light in his hand was slashed into a fan, knocking the flying sword down.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the dead silence was broken.

Harold walked through the crowd, the Fishy Moon slashed down, splitting the nearest sailor in half, and then moved sideways, standing in front of a sailor, and before the other party could react, the Fishy Moon in his hand had been wiped out, and his chest was cut, so that the hot heart stopped beating.

The next moment, the bow and bullets fell densely on the place where Harold had just stood, and there was still a remnant of Harold, but the real body was already a few steps away.

Fourth-order swordsmen still can't outrun bullets, but their skills are so fast that it's impossible to aim! That's enough!

Harold walked in a bloody dance, each step falling was the fall of a life, and the blood on the deck was increasing, like a field of blooming roses.

"All sailors should retreat, and do not shoot or fire arrows again, lest they injure their own men. Bloodblade, Red Locke, Both, Owen! You guys kill him with me! Donk gave a quick order, and his body shot forward, leaving some of his hot-headed men behind.

In addition to the Bloody Blade, the others also threw the sailors behind, just like Donk, and when they saw Harold's move, they already knew that these honest sailors could only be reduced to worthless corpses here.

The blood blade is full of fighting energy, scorching like fire, with a hint of ferocity on his face, wielding a bone knife and slashing at Harold, the fighters do not have the gorgeous tricks of the swordsman, but they have the destructive power beyond the swordsman!

Swords are used to slash, but in the hands of fighters, they can swing the effect of cannonballs!

The white bone knife fell, and the wood on the deck was shattered, and the sawdust scattered like pieces of knives, cutting several people, but not harming Harold in the slightest. Harold had already jumped into the air and made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree flip.

However, the trolls' attack was not over yet, he used his housekeeping skill "Qi Explosion", and the red fighting qi on his body exploded, with a smell of almost gunsmoke, and the aftermath spread, rolling the blood on the ground away.

Harold was affected and could no longer stand on his feet when he landed, and he changed color slightly.

Red Locke grabbed it, and used a move "Wind Rise", the sword qi turned into a whirlwind, and went straight to Harold's face, his heart was extremely fanatical, and the opponent was very strong, so it was worth cutting down!

But Harold will not be defeated because of this small disadvantage, his wrist flicks, forming several circles, very similar to Red Locke's "Wind Rising", but there is an essential difference in strength.

Gangfeng Slash!

Harold slashed down with a single sword, and the sword qi that had been accumulated in an instant rolled out, colliding with the "Wind Rising", devouring it in an instant. The sword qi immediately slammed into Red Locke's body, tearing open his clothes, and his skin suddenly turned red.

If it weren't for the "wind rising" blocking it, Red Locke's internal organs would have been torn apart, and he smiled miserably, secretly saying that he had lost so ugly.

Tang Ke's eyes widened, Harold's sword qi slashed so far away, it was very difficult to get close, this was the gap.

One ear followed Owen and caught up with Red Locke, and without looking at Red Locke, he threw it to the rear. The two of them were not strong enough to have any swordsmanship, so they could only make moves at the same time, attacking Harold in two ways, one stabbing at the face door and the other stabbing at the crotch.

Harold secretly hated, if it weren't for the loss of his left arm, his sword would have killed these two people in the past, but unfortunately the absence of one arm had a great impact on his movements, because he had been losing blood and his body's balance had dropped significantly.

One ear and wrist hurt, the sword in his hand had been shaken away, he was terrified, but the enemy in front of him had disappeared. Owen's sword was trampled under his feet, and he was about to pull it out, when suddenly a flying kick pounced on the door, his eyes were black, and the whole person flew out, and even he could feel the blood in his nostrils.

Tang Ke moved a little slowly because of the voice he shouted just now, and it was his turn to attack at the end, he passed with a sword, collided with Harold's scimitar, sparks jumped, and the dignified high-grade weapon Moore's longsword actually appeared a gap, and the opponent's scimitar was so fast!

Harold already hated Donk so much that he couldn't get rid of his hatred without chopping Donk into minced meat, and he reminded Casey to look at it carefully, and the Fishy Moon in his hand was faster than a knife.

In an instant, Harold swung eight swords from different directions, subtle and unique, and the knife was deadly.

The pinnacle of sword skills, the eight paths! Eight deadly and treacherous attack routes, one of which goes off the rails will only end in a tragic death!

Tang Ke's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the other party, and his heart was horizontal, and he used the "Meiting Raindrop" to resist the blade that swept through thousands of armies with a dense rain of swords!

"When, dang, dang, dang, dang!"

Eight rings!

It was a dizzying contest, with Donk and Harold swapping positions on their feet after the battle, taking two big breaths, and both men exerted an astonishing amount of mental energy.

"Let's get on it!" Donk snorted, he didn't want to be reckless, single-handedly Harold was walking a tightrope on the cliff, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed.

The trolls rekindled their vindictiveness, licked their lips, and slammed the bone knife into Harold's back. With a long sword in one ear, he drew a dagger from his waist and pounced on Harold's figure. Red Locke stood firm, snatched a sword from the hands of the people around him, and rushed towards the warband again.

Donk held Harold's front, exerting his strength to make the blood-colored sword wings, red light shining, at this moment, he and Harold glanced at each other, their eyes were so similar, they were like the angry eyes of a beast!

Although the sailors were worried about the boss, no one rushed forward against the order, and they were only broken by the sword and sword shadow now.

Harold was surrounded by a group, let out a long roar, and stepped out of the "Star Luo Step" under his feet, dodging the attack behind him, but Tangke's red sword followed, stalking. Harold felt the heat coming, and when he mentioned the fishy moon, he went around his back, and the sword qi formed a rushing current, colliding with the red long sword, leaving another gap on the Moorish long sword.

Tang Ke's sword was exhausted, and several other accomplices followed closely to grab it, not giving Harold a breather, and all kinds of stabbing and slashing shrouded Harold Zhou's body up and down.

Harold's Fishy Moon was also exhausted, and he could no longer dodge the swords, and when he saw that one of the swords was stabbing at Casey, he subconsciously moved his body and let the sword stab him in the waist.

"Poof!"

Harold took a few steps back, spilling blood along the way, and the captain's brim hat fell off, looking miserable. He was furious, and it didn't matter to anyone else, but Donk had to be eradicated, or he would die blind. Since his own strength is not enough to do this, then borrow the power of the curse, although it will push him into the abyss, but it doesn't matter.

A lose-lose victory is also a victory.

Harold looked coldly at several enemies, the scimitar in his hand pointed at Donk, he had a total of three wounds on his body, blood seeping through his clothes, but his arrogance did not diminish in the slightest.

Tang Ke and the others lined up, brewing the next round of attacks.

Harold's face was gloomy, his body began to rapidly alienate, his skin began to seep seawater, his hair was knotted into octopus tentacles, his cheeks became gills with sticky juice inside, and his hands became and hard.

"Suffer death." Harold's eyes lit up, his heart was filled with irritable emotions, and all the pain in his body disappeared.