"A slave who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

Feng Xiongchang was wearing gold armor and carrying a golden spirit sword, sitting on his mink chair, looking at the deck with gloomy eyes, the pirates under his command and the captive slaves were fighting and fighting, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Every time a captive dies, it means the loss of a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, which makes his flesh ache.

"Brothers, kill! Even if you die in battle, you don't be a slave!"

Among the captives, a captive in a green shirt shouted loudly, and a spirit wooden stick in his hand frantically smashed towards a pirate with a spear in front of him!

"Bang!"

The pirate with the spear was stabbing an unarmed civilian captive through the chest with all his might, and before he could take out his spear, he was struck in the head by the club.

The pirate felt dizzy in his head, and had no strength to take out his spear, and fell straight down on the deck.

"Die!!"

The captives who had just been stabbed by the pirate spears were friends of the captives in the green shirts, and they were all slaves who had been tricked into coming to this ship. Originally, they had a close personal relationship, and during this time they lived and died together on the pirate ship, they were already brothers with each other.

The green-shirted warrior was filled with rage, and with a single stick, he knocked the spear pirate to the ground and stomped on it with his foot.

He couldn't remember how many feet he stepped on, each foot was a force of one or two hundred catties, and he immediately trampled the spear pirate into pulp.

"Poof!"

A short sword pierced the abdomen of the Tsing Yi captive.

The captive in the green shirt did not dodge, spat out a mouthful of blood, endured the sharp pain in his abdomen, and glared at the pirate who had stabbed him in the abdomen with red eyes.

The pirate with the short sword faintly felt that something was wrong, but when the other party hit him with a sword, although it was not immediately fatal, it was also a serious injury, at least it would greatly reduce its combat effectiveness.

Before the Stiletto Pirate could draw his dagger before he felt his dagger being grabbed by the Tsing Shirt captive.

"Even if Lao Tzu dies, he will pull you on his back!"

The captive in green shirt grabbed the pirate's short sword and pulled it hard, and a stream of blood rushed out, splashing the pirate's face and biting it violently.

"Holy! Why is his strength so great all of a sudden! It's obviously in the early stage of body refining, and he actually burst out with such a great strength!"

The pirate's face changed slightly.

A martial artist who is not even in the middle stage of refining his body dares to snatch the short sword in his hand on the premise of being seriously injured, it is simply self-defeating!

"Die!"

The pirate slammed the kick over, striking the captive in the abdomen.

"Hmm"

The captive in the green shirt snorted for a while, and was kicked nearly two or three feet away, and the blood gushing out of his abdomen sprayed several feet.

"Finally free......!"

The green-shirted warrior closed his eyes and flew out, his body slamming the deck.

"Hmph, the mantis arm blocks the car, and I can't do it!!"

The pirate swung his dagger a few times and glanced contemptuously at the corpse of the Tsing Shirt captive, looking for his next target.

The lives of captives are like mustard, which can be erased at will, who will make them slaves?

"Big brother, wake up!"

When the Tsing Yi captives were killed, several captives immediately gathered around him, shouting loudly and bursting into tears.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Then, one of the rugged big men captives, grabbed the spirit stick of the green shirt captive, and rushed towards the shortsword pirate, with a fierce momentum.

"Bell!"

The dagger blocked the blow of the long stick, sending out a string of sparks.

"It's a bit of strength!"

The pirate was taken aback, and quickly judged that the strength of the other party was roughly similar to his.

After a fight, the probability of victory or defeat is half of the likelihood.

This rugged man was furious, bent on revenge, and under the rage, his strength was far stronger than normal. At the same time, it is also a time when martial artists are most likely to expose vulnerabilities.

The shortsword pirate didn't want to try.

Dealing with such a group of rabble, victory or defeat is already doomed, so why put his life on the line to gamble this half of the chance.

The pirate immediately retreated, retreating into the crowd on the deck, and continued to search for the weaker captives, who he could only be sure of victory.

"Coward, where are you going?!"

When the rugged man saw that the pirate wanted to escape, he immediately rushed over to chase him.

"A slave dares to run rampant and seek death!"

A thick and cold voice sounded behind the rugged man.

Hearing this, the rugged man suddenly stood upside down, and a chill approached his back.

The big man wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

A black-clothed pirate stabbed out with a sword, and a white light burst through the air, stabbing the rugged man's back with a rapid stab.

"Whew!"

The rugged man's heart and clothes were torn inch by inch, and the sword qi reached his body, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in despair and wait for death.

"Bell!"

A crisp sword roar reached the ears of the black-clothed pirate, and the sound was piercing. A concussive force from the sword in his hand made the black-clothed pirate's arm numb.

He looked up suddenly.

A white-clothed swordsman flashed, his white clothes fluttering, and his aura was extraordinary.

Gao gradually rescued the rugged man, glanced at the black-clothed pirate, and then looked no further, this black-clothed pirate was not his opponent at all.

On the deck battlefield, the captives managed to resist the pirates' onslaught with their numbers, but the defeat was already obvious.

The rest of Mo Ling, Li Ruofeng, Lin Fei and other warriors also rushed to the most intense place of the battle on the deck one after another and joined the battle group.

Their group of twenty or thirty warriors were all brutally killed by the island and the sea beast tide, and those who survived were much stronger than the other captives in terms of martial arts and combined attack.

Although it was impossible to reverse the defeat of the captives, the casualties of the pirates began to increase significantly, and three or four pirates were killed almost instantly.

"This group of warriors should be the warriors who were captured on the raft a few days ago!"

Ship Master Feng suddenly frowned.

These pirates were brothers who had been adrift on the seas for many years, and this was more painful than the wounded and wounded prisoners.

"These people still have some strength! Tunu Wuwei, take them down!"

Ship Master Feng snorted coldly.

On the side of his seat, five black-clothed warriors, who were almost ignored by everyone, were half-kneeling on the ground.

These five people were not his subordinates, nor were they ordinary pirates, but his "private property" domestic slaves, descendants of the East China Sea slaves who were bought at a high price from a big family on the Kyushu mainland.

These slaves of the East China Sea have lived on the islands for generations and are extremely powerful. After being captured by the warriors, he was sold to a wealthy family on the Kyushu continent, with the man as a slave and the woman as a maid.

The descendants of these slaves have also been domestic slaves for generations, and they have been trained to be guards and attendants of their masters at great expense.

These slaves are simple-minded and don't have many ideas, making them suitable for loyal guards. Even if they become peak martial artists and peerless masters, they will not have different intentions towards their masters like other martial artists.

"Yes, master!"

The five Tunu guards nodded and stood up. When they didn't move, they were almost imperceptible, and as soon as they moved, a fierce murderous aura that only high-level martial artists could only have, suddenly soared into the sky.

On the deck, the captives suddenly changed color. Before, it was these five Tu slaves who made a move, causing some of the high-level martial artists among them to suffer heavy losses.