Bo Fu sensed the demon qi that swept at high speed, and smiled slightly, "It's up to you to take care of it..."Bo Fu said to Xiao Bai, and then he waved his hand, and the whole boat disappeared into the sea - the high-speed moving demon qi stopped on the shore, revealing the owner of the demonic aura, the beautiful woman with a small horn on her head, she looked at the place where the sea and the sky line were in hate.

She didn't dare to chase after her, the owner of the familiar and long-awaited demonic aura she felt in the Fierce Bird City was already far away from the barrier, she only hated that her speed was still too slow, and she finally failed to stop the most powerful demon in the sky.

And Bo Fu shouted, "Cross the Pacific! Let's go to the Caribbean! Have fun there!" The yokai sailors were struggling with the wind and the sails, the rapids and the rudders. The Black Swan was speeding towards North America, and there was nothing but the waves on the open sea, and there were no seabirds in the middle of the sea, but every day there were poor youkai sailors who were tied up with cables and thrown to the bow of the ship, and then run over to the bottom of the ship and dragged behind the butt of the ship—these were unlucky people who had forgotten their duty....... but Bo Fu never forbade the unlucky ones to show their original form, but instead enjoyed watching the sea monsters in the corridor upstairs at the stern.

A little more than a month later, Bervo saw the coastline - they didn't find the Hawaiian Islands - because Bervo was on the northern route, and what they found was the coastline of later California. On Berfout's orders, they followed the coastline north, all the way from Alaska's Bering Strait into the Arctic Ocean. The black wooden ship was not afraid of the sharp and hard icebergs on the sea, and even the icebergs that even the big ships built of steel in later generations had to retreat could not cause even the slightest damage to this small wooden ship, but were smashed all the way by this wooden boat. The Black Swan left a clear route without sea ice in the back. Sail in the Arctic Ocean on your own.

It took another month. The Black Swan of Burvo crossed the northwest channel of the Victoria Islands into the North Atlantic. They then sailed south along the coast of North America, snatching all the ships they could see along the way, and successfully putting the Black Swan and its crew on the bounty list.

Wearing the d'Artagnan tricorne, the Burfu is known as the Sea Dragon King - thanks to the totemic dragon-shaped bow of his Black Swan, the Black Swan is known as the ship of death.......... "the black of the hull is dyed with dried blood......... "More than one sailor begging for a living at sea said, but someone usually added at once: "The pirate's skeletal flag is woven from real skeletons and countless undead!" Finally, some people swear that when this ship appears, there will be a thick fog on the sea, and then this famous pirate ship will rush out of the fog and decide the life and death of its prey according to the mood of the Sea Dragon King..........

Since it wasn't for the sake of killing all the unlucky ones caught by the Black Swan, the appearance of the crew and their captain on the Black Swan had already been revealed - the tall pirates. The captain was also of great stature, and it was impossible to tell of any race, like an Asian with black hair and yellowish skin, but also like a European with well-defined features, a mustache and a beard on his chin, a strange triangular hat, a navy-like garment, and a sharp knife and a heavy broadsword at his waist. Few people had ever seen the fierce Sea Dragon King do it, and it was usually his powerful men who did it. In the case of murder, especially the bald man from the East, who knew at a glance that he was from the East, was the most ferocious—from the crew, most of the survivors, other sailors, and even the colonial navy officials stationed in North America believed that it was a pirate from the largest, strongest, and most prosperous country in East Asia.........

As the Black Swan gets closer and closer to the south. The sea breeze and the sea began to get warmer and warmer, and at last it became hot...... The blue sea and sky, the white clouds and the white sand, the palm olive trees and coconut trees on the beach make everyone feel a kind of lazy leisure, and they feel that it is a beautiful life to sit under the shade of a deck chair...

But the sea was not at all leisurely - the two boats leaned together, and the miserable cry was carried down the sea breeze to the coconut grove. On the other side was a long, narrow black galleon with a sharp bow, the bow and hull of which had always been the symbol of the great powers of East Asia, the standard of the great navy of that power—except that it was longer and smaller than the warships, and the stern building was more like that of the Spanish galleons. Now the sails of the Spanish galleon were in tatters, the mast was broken, and the rigging was broken all over the deck. The deck of the galleon was stained brown with red blood, and a fishy smell rose in the sunlight. Most of the owners who created these pools of blood had collapsed in the pools of blood, unable to move, and had basically lost their breath, they had been chopped into messy pieces of flesh, and the miserable cries were just the struggle of the living before they died.

The murderers were up and down the deck nonchalantly, and a few of them had already lifted the deck and used a completely inhuman force to litter the cargo in the cabin, looking for valuable gold coins and jewels inside. The others were smiling and picking out the victims, grinning and surrounding the survivors, although the number was completely disproportionate—there were only three murderers outside and at least twenty or more survivors inside, but the survivors just shrunk into a ball, trying to point their swords outward, their hands shaking so much that one suspected that they would miss the knife and drop it the next moment. And those murderers are outside to scare them, pretending to attack from time to time, and then laughing, but occasionally they suddenly start to grab an unlucky ghost from the crowd, and then cut it into several pieces in a flash of the knife.

One of the most enjoyable was a bald-headed strong man, dressed in a slightly different way from the others, with a huge rosary around his neck, and a strange language in his mouth, but he was the one who killed the most people.

The survivors were desperate and chanted in Spanish: "Sea Dragon King...... Sea Dragon King. That's the Black Swan......... and the leader of the murderous pirates, the most terrifying of the rumors, leaned against the corridor at the stern of the Black Swan, calmly watching the murderers and hapless sailors...... (To be continued......)