Allen held the sword, lifted it up from bottom to top, and slashed across the enemy's chest, leaving a deep bloody mouth that could be seen.

He pulled back the sword, cut up to the right, blocking the two people's slashes, and then he held the sword with one hand, drew out the flintlock pistol with his left hand, and shot it to the left.

Bang.

A figure trying to attack was shot and his body froze and fell to the ground.

Then Allen threw away the pistol, held the sword in both hands, and pushed forward with a sudden push, pushing the two of them away.

puff.

Alan swung his sword and slashed the enemy's waist. Two combatants attacked by paralyzing toxins rushed forward and wanted to retreat and dodge, but Yu Guang found that those paralyzed combatants were already rushing towards this side.

The battle needs to be resolved as soon as possible!

Alan did not dodge, blocked the attack, but advanced instead of retreating. He pressed the sword in his chest and pushed forward, then let go of his left hand, pulled out the dagger with his right hand, stabbed into the other person's neck, and then let go of his hand.

At this point, there was only one intact fighter left, and Allen was sure to defeat it.

But the paralyzed fighters rushed towards Allen, and their combat effectiveness was damaged, but there were more than a dozen people.

Allen felt the explosion coming from behind, and didn't know when they would be able to come to support him.

If I retreated, the explosion came from behind would easily be affected by their battle.

Moreover, they are all fighting and it is difficult to support themselves. Once they are surrounded, they will undoubtedly die.

So I can only fight.

Alan rushed up, swept across the sword, forcing the three of them back, but people rushed up on both sides.

Alan's sword stabbed the person on the left, but was slashed on the back by the fighter on the right, leaving a mark on the leather armor, only a shallow layer connected.

The fighter was affected by paralysis toxins and his strength was greatly reduced, and he only cut open the outermost layer of the leather armor.

"Your power is too small."

Alan shouted loudly, slashed out with a backhand sword, slashing the enemy's neck, and directly splitting half of the neck.

But at this time, the three fighters in front held the sword and attacked Alan.

Alan dodged sideways, dodged a blow, and was hit by two knives, one of which was slashed on his shoulder, blocked by leather armor, and the other knife was blocked by Allen's left arm.

The leather armor on the left arm was cut off, but it made a sound of metal and iron intertwining, with an iron wrist guard inside.

"Hehehe."

Alan smiled with his mouth wide open, holding the sword in both hands and slashed down, slashing one person's abdomen, and directly sank five or six centimeters.

The fighter covered his stomach and fell to his knees.

But at this moment, Allen narrowed his eyes and dodged sideways. With a slight slash, his cheeks were scratched by a projectile, leaving a blood mark.

And in the distance, smoke was blowing from the gun in a fighter's hand.

Not only that, four or five people rushed over and surrounded Allen.

Allen forced the two of them away and killed one person, but one person held the long sword and slashed the thigh.

"ah!"

In pain, Allen's body sank down, but he stood firm and slashed his neck with a backhand sword.

puff.

Alan dodged sideways, but was still cut by a knife, and a bloody mouth was cut into his abdomen.

"Die me."

Allen held the great sword and fought with these people. He occasionally dodged from side to side, but he just avoided the vital points, and the wounds on his body became more and more.

The pain spread and blood kept flowing out. Alan's movements were blocked, but the enemy was also cut off by Alan with a knife.

"ah!"

Alan didn't care about the sword slashing, holding the big sword and slashing a figure to the ground, and he was also scratched his left arm.

But Alan attacked again regardless of his injuries, as if crazy.

It hurts a lot!

But you cannot retreat at this time because of your own madness that many enemies dare not attack rashly.

Some people think there is no need to fight for the chamber of commerce and block it. After being hit, they fall to the ground and pretend to be dead.

But there were still people fighting around Alan, leaving injuries to Alan. After a while, he became a bloody man, covered in blood, and he couldn't tell which ones were his own and which ones were the enemy.

Kill, kill, kill.

In the pain, Allen was inspired to fight with greater desire to fight and kept fighting with the enemy.

Until there was no figure standing in front of him, Alan stood there with a sword, his eyes turned dark, but he was about to tilt forward.

Pick.

A figure held him, and Alan turned his head and found that it was Guladius.

"I did it." Allen said with a smile.

“It’s done well.”

Guladius's voice sounded, with a hint of appreciation.

But the next moment, Allen's eyes went dark and he fainted, and he didn't know the situation.

...

“Huhhhhhhh.”

When Allen woke up again, he was gasping for breath, and the scene of fighting continued to emerge in his dream, making him tremble all over.

"Are you saved?"

Allen looked at the familiar cabin and felt relieved, then tried to raise his head and look at his body, but when he looked up, his chest muscles contracted and a severe pain came.

"hiss."

Allen gritted his teeth and leaned his head back, keeping his motionless posture.

There are wounds on the face, arms, ribs, chest, abdomen, thighs, and calves.

Although it did not hurt the vital points, there were many wounds, filled with pain, which made Alan's head a little dizzy.

But being rescued, that's fine.

Allen lay there, and after a while, the door creaked open, and a figure walked in, "Allen, you're awake."

"Senior Jora."

Seeing the other party, Allen made a faint sound and wanted to raise his head, but he struggled to weaken.

"Don't move around."

Jora immediately walked over, pressed Alan, and said, "You little guy, don't care about your body at all. This is the second time you have fainted. Do you need to do this?"

“My mission is to kill the enemy.”

Allen laughed, "I have to complete my mission."

"Then you have to do what you can."

Jora rolled his eyes and said, "This time the strength and number of enemies are beyond expectations. According to the past, these people would not have fought."

"But we won," Allen said with a smile. "Even if the enemy is stronger than us, we won."

“That’s right.”

Jora nodded and said, "Your injuries have been treated by the ship doctors of the Wind-Traveler Pirates. The injuries are not serious but too many, so you will be lying for a while next."

"The Ship Doctor of the Wind-Traveler Pirates?"

When Allen heard this, he smiled and said, "I really want to thank them."

Without them, Jora was so far away from him, and he was probably dead now.

Of course, if the Wind-Take Pirates had no ship doctor, Jora would have followed him at that time.

"I want to thank you."

Jora said, then looked at Allen and said, "Nothing is wrong now. I'm about to arrive in the town of Spida Malus. I'll transport you home after stopping the ship."

"Are you coming soon?"

Allen was a little surprised. The two places were very far apart, and at least a dozen hours of Haicheng. He couldn't help asking: "Senior Jora, how long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been fourteen hours."

Jora said, "For you, we didn't stop and rushed back."

"Yeah?"

Allen said gratefully: "Thank you everyone."

"fine."

Jora waved her hand, "We are family, we should do this, and there is no need to thank you."

Leaving this sentence, Jorah pulled over a chair, sat on it, took out a newspaper, and began to read it.

"I'm going back."

Allen completely relieved himself. Although he didn't think it was home, he wouldn't have anything to do when he returned there.
Chapter completed!