The damage caused by the Storm Bat was beyond Makoto's expectations, and he thought that this would only tear the tentacles apart at most, but what he didn't expect was to tear them apart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike the fantasy in the haunted house, he used a weapon of condensation at the time, but now he uses a serious magic sword.

Makoto held the sword in his left hand, and sighed as he looked at the Sword of Death, which was somewhat cracked due to the collapse of the Demon Pattern, this bone sword strengthened by Mr. Thomas was obviously a little unable to withstand this kind of high-intensity sword technique.

"The Sword of Death is not yet complete, the magic pattern is exploding inside, and the damage caused is even stronger than the external attack!"

Makoto took a step forward, and the 'net' instantly covered the space around him, and a stretch and contraction, as if breathing, pulled all the wreckage into the white ivory.

After cleaning up the surrounding wreckage, Cheng glanced at Charles with some surprise, because he didn't expect Charles to have no further attacks.

"Could it be that you're already sober?"

Perhaps it was because of the decline in luck, Makoto's speculation fell through again.

He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a small hole the size of a finger disappeared out of thin air in the middle.

This small hole is transparent from front to back, and it was pierced directly!

It wasn't until this time that Makoto saw an abnormal flow of dust in front of him.

He didn't spurt blood like a human, but he did reveal a gray unidentified object on his chest, like a flowing viscous death breath.

Then a sharp tearing pain instantly entered his mind, and he almost fainted directly in front of him.

He gritted his teeth, shivered from the pain, and with a stomp of his foot on the ground, he jumped out of the area, and immediately entered a state of void in midair.

Sure enough, as he left, an invisible small air arrow shot through the ground through a space of hundreds of meters at the same position just now.

Makoto appeared across dozens of meters, but immediately reversed a direction again, jumping away and entering the void state again.

Immediately after, an equally fast-moving arrow of air shot through the dust, deep into the rocky ground.

Eight flashes in a row, followed by eight air arrows.

For some reason, Charles seems to have suddenly gained the ability to locate.

Not only could Charles emit that massive sonic blast, but he could also shoot this apparently compressed, and much faster air arrow.

If it weren't for the fact that he only fired one shot at a time, I'm afraid Makoto would have been shot into a sieve long ago.

After eight times, Makoto finally breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed the pain.

The hole in his chest had healed again, leaving only a slight tingling sensation.

The Ghost's ability to gather and scatter makes it easy for him to repair wounds caused by non-soul power, but it is not very easy to replenish the consumed soul power.

His soul in another world has a terrible low absorption and transformation efficiency for the soul power of this world.

Eight times in a row, Makoto noticed that Charles's attack seemed to be getting faster and faster, and without much thought, he turned and rushed in the direction he was.

Fight against range, and naturally choose melee is the best.

He didn't even need to enter the void state to dodge, relying on the lightness of the ghost and the ability to instantly release a very small range of 'nets' to change direction, he flew towards Charles like a light that was constantly bouncing in the air.

Running, up and down, left and right, for Makoto is basically equivalent to the ground, the direction of progress is up to him, Charles let alone chasing, even can't predict.

This kind of unbelievable ability to walk and turn in the air is not to mention Makoto's previous life, even in the Seven Seas World, not many people can do it.

The talent of 'Net' is indeed worthy of the first talent that the Grim Reaper has prepared for the ghost ship. The versatility is terrifying, and the practicality is terrifying.

Makoto relied on this strange ability to drag himself up, and he crossed half the distance in a few turns.

Breaking out of the dusty area, Makoto found that Charles's body no longer had any tentacles, and all that stopped in the air was a concave rag.

And it was the center of the rag that kept firing small, extremely fast air arrows at itself.

Although there was a slight doubt in his heart as to why the furious Charles did not use his tentacles to smash but to fight with this obviously skillful ability, there was not so much time to be distracted between battles.

It took only two seconds between the time he saw Charles's appearance and the time he rushed closer.

In the last step, Makoto instantly blurred, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Charles.

Although a rag is difficult to say before and after.

A pair of feet suddenly appeared in the void, with palm-sized 'nets' under their feet.

Makoto's body followed, and he took a sword-swinging pose, and his right hand appeared, and in his hand it was the sword of death that had cracked.

Of all the sword styles, the woodpecker is the most direct and fast, and this sword style that uses points as an attack method is Makoto's favorite.

By the reaction force of the net, this woodpecker is faster than any of the previous ones.

At this time, he and the rag were only less than half a meter, and he couldn't even use the sword for a second.

He felt that he was safe this time, but the reality was that he liked to go against him.

His declining luck was clearly not prepared to let him succeed so easily.

An invisible wave of qi exploded from the rags, the impact even more powerful than his original shockwave.

Obviously, the tip of the sword was only a few centimeters away from the rag, but this change instantly turned the end of the world.

Before the color on Makoto's face dissipated, a shockwave covering his whole body had already hit him fiercely.

His sword, his hands, his face, his body, every part of his front was impacted, and it slammed into his body like a fly from point to face.

In the cabin, Chaozhu not only trembled, as if he felt empathy.

Then the whole white ivory shook violently.

Elena didn't ask, but her eyes were already on Chaozhu.

Chao Zhu smiled: "Your captain has a good fighting talent, but he doesn't have enough experience, so he didn't even see the trap set by others!"

Elena said rarely, "Is he conscious?"

He was obviously referring to Charles.

Chaozhu said: "If it's a sense of battle, it's obviously there." ”

Elena was silent for a moment and said, "He probably hasn't seen the existence of battle consciousness turning into instinct before. ”

As a crew member of the white tusks, she can naturally sense a little white tusk, the white tusks are not damaged, and Makoto, who is the same as the white tusks, obviously can't hurt much.

She looked at the consciousness left behind by the absorption of Charles's power floating in the cabin, drew her broadsword, and said, "That's fine." ”

She may have said that it would be good for Makoto to accumulate experience against the enemy, but when it came to Chaozhu's ears, there was always a different feeling.

She said, "Although the ghost captains are the most powerful ones on the ship, there are also captains who don't like to fight. ”

She was obviously talking about herself, or herself, but Elena stiffened for a moment but didn't reply.

Her strength at this time can't help too much of the outside situation, so it's better to do what she can at this time.

And knowing the mental imprint on Charles's tentacles is obviously the best thing for her to do right now.