The dazzling lightning and thunder thunder split the thick dark clouds like sharp thorns. The dense rainstorm connected the deep waves and set off an endless feng shui tide around the Netherworld Sea Boat. This momentum was even higher and higher. The overwhelming vortex of the sea carried the roar of huge waves swept across the entire sea sky. The change of wind and clouds made the earth shake. Several small coastal islands that fishermen often rested were knocked into pieces under the terrifying huge waves.

On the first deck in the middle of the Netherworld Ship, the fishman waiter helplessly took out a Yin Wooden Staff with a large magic crystal on the top, and attached a layer of fastening runes arranged by divine power lines to the place where Zhang Jian and the skeleton guards were fighting. The solid runes kept emitting blue magic fluctuations to stabilize the area of ​​the two of them. Their moves and moves almost reached the limit of the material world, so that many cracks appeared in the arena barrier magic constructed by the goddess, and even more so, the heavy rain from the sky above the Netherworld Sea Ship was dripping into their bodies.

A sheltered area on the edge of the first deck in the middle of the ship became much calmer. The cute little dragon king covered his round belly and lay on the soft velvet cushion with a satisfied look on his face. After he had enough wine and food, he threw away the goblet with wine left in his hand, chose a comfortable position, and then excitedly held his little hand to cheer Zhang Jian up.

In the eyes of the Dragon King, the battle between Zhang Jian and the Skeleton Guards was different from the interaction between his uncles and uncles at the Dragon Meeting in the Four Seas Dragon Palace in previous years. The battle between the water supernatural powers was to compete for the proficiency of the water-based spells. After a competition, the water dragon flew around, and there were water dragons of all sizes everywhere, but they were still not tired of it. The fierce confrontation between the one-on-one cold weapons like Zhang Jian and the other two now made Xiaolong's eyes not blink.

In the blue divine power shield on a deck, Zhang Jian's hands veins surged, and one of them jumped out of the attack range of the skeleton guard's double swords. At this time, hundreds of fine and dense wounds were cut off by the sharp scimitar on his bronze skin. However, due to the instinct of the martial artist to control qi and blood, the blue-purple wound scabs squirmed and healed the bleeding hole again, so Zhang Jian looked much more complete. On the other hand, the skeleton guard with a scimitar on the opposite side, one of his black leg bones was removed by Zhang Jian's alloy stick, so he could only stick a sickle sideways, not to mention that the scales on his chest were stabbed by some huge force and a small piece was concave, making the shiny snake scale armor look a little twisted and irregular.

"Old antique, are you still hitting?" Zhang Jian stood with his hands, and the silver-white alloy stick changed to his right hand and swept it into the middle of the two. The silver-white stick wind was coldly towards the ground, and some fragments of Arab white robe that fell on the deck were overturned to the feet of the skeleton guard. The natal ghost fire in the eye bone socket with a slight crack opened flashed. The skeleton guard pulled out a rib of about the size from his chest and inserted it into the bone connection of the left calf. Then a thick yin energy spread throughout the entire left leg bone to nourish the leg bones. The young skeleton guard stretched out his new left leg and stood up. A few words popped out of his mouth as usual: "Bit, the king is not allowed to retreat."

"Okay, I'll appreciate the tough guy." Zhang Jian took a deep breath, and in a daze, a sudden gust of wind and clouds behind him. The originally violent aura no longer appeared, but instead contracted and condensed little by little. The violent aura gradually condensed into a hazy figure, and it seemed to be a terrifying giant ape in its body. It was pounding its thick chest and roaring angrily. All the creatures on the field were like being targeted by a naturally superior tyrant.

The little dragon king's golden dragon eyes shrank, and his mind seemed to be occupied by this terrifying giant ape and shouted in a burst: "Chaos Demon Ape? It's impossible. Wasn't it killed by the great god Pangu in the prehistoric era? "Compared to the shock of the little dragon king, the goddess in front of the amethyst ball was much calmer, but her cherry lips opened lightly and spit out a few words: "Chaos Behemoth!" These words seemed to have magical power to make the temperature in the captain's room much colder. In the large multi-functional water tank in the corner, a green-haired turtle lying on the simulated sand and gravel beach retreated into the thick green-haired turtle shell as if frightened.

"Roar~" The skeleton guard unwillingly encouraged the yin energy behind him in the face of Zhang Jian's surge in momentum, and the thick yin energy like ink was instilled into his body desperately. The black silk of the yin energy condensed into the white bones of the skeleton guard. The skeleton guard's bones began to become taller and thicker as the yin energy injected. For a moment, his body soared to more than three meters high, comparable to the height of a medium-sized truck. This surged skeleton made the skeleton guard who was holding the terrifying momentum slightly feel a little safe.

In about a minute, the skeleton guard adapted to his new body. At this time, he was three meters tall, and his black hook skeleton became even more ferocious and complicated after the injection of the yin energy. The black scale armor that was originally placed on his chest was pulled off by him as a temporary shield, and it was much more suitable to hold a narrow and long sickle in his other hand and the enlarged body. The sharp blade showed a surging cold air, and the forceful momentum was to cut off a car with one knife.

The Skeleton Guard took a big step forward, rushing straight towards him like a small truck with huge momentum. The large sickle in his hand swung towards Zhang Jian's waist like a cold rain curtain. But even though he was desperate to accept the transformation of the Yin Qi, his body had extraordinary attributes in advance, the closer he got to Zhang Jian, the more he could feel the terrifying momentum behind him, making the Skeleton Guard feel that he felt as small as the giant described in "One Thousand and One Nights".

In order not to allow Zhang Jian to continue to accumulate this terrifying momentum, the skeleton guard's sword tried to cut Zhang Jian's waist by one and two. The complex emotions of shame, anger and anger pushed the speed of the scythe waving as if it were splitting the fear and anxiety deep in his soul. As the most respected prince in the Arab country in a century, he crossed the Persian Gulf and the Indian Ocean coast at the age of fourteen. At the age of twenty, he advanced to the hero level with his brave combat style and superb sword skills and took the throne of the Persian Gulf Pirate King who led more than 30 large pirate ships to rob merchants from the East and the West. His fierce and cruel reputation was praised by countless pirates among the four oceans.

Submitting to the gods is because the gods are born with a high mortal. You Zhang Jian are just a small hero. What is it in the underworld where the strong are standing in the sea of ​​strong people? It actually makes me feel a kind of horror like facing the gods! Arabia, my beautiful hometown! As a king, I don’t want to surrender to others again.

One hundred chapters, commemorate it.

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