The Pirate Empress is my wife, but I’m fooling around outside

The huge wind blew the woods "rattling", and the four gods consciously retreated back, for fear of being affected.

"Boy, it's good, it's just that I'm a little curious, why do you also know the art of lightning?" Anilu asked calmly.

"You will I will, you will not, I will also, who is stronger and weaker, at a glance, not quick to tie up and capture?" Brontë used his mouth to strike mentally.

In the confrontation just now, he found that the opponent's fruit was better developed than his own, and if nothing else, the next will be a hard battle, so it is best to be able to surrender without a fight.

However, the mouth did not work.

Anilu scoffed at this, "Yehahaha, today I will let you see the power of God." "

Say it, and put on an offensive form.

"Sixty million volts thunder dragon!"

A huge lightning bolt shot towards Brontë, and realizing the danger, he immediately switched his ability to the Dark Fruit form.

Since you can't convince people with reason, you can only spend your whole life learning to let the opponent know why the flower is so red.

The huge thunder dragon hit the façade of Brontë, however, he was unharmed, but the thunder dragon disappeared inexplicably.

At this time, Anilu finally became serious, because he could vaguely feel that the boy in front of him had a strange substance that could not be explained.

"I am glad that you are strong, but mortals are mortals after all, and God can never be defeated."

Brontë put on a Tai Chi move, showing the style of a grandmaster, "Don't talk nonsense, what other skills, just use it, grandpa I will follow." Anilu

showed an angry look, becoming the god of the empty island for so many years, for the first time, someone dared to shout to him, and he also made a big statement, Shi Ke could not bear it.

"Yehahaha, boy, let you see today, what is called the heavenly god." With that, Anilu took a sharp weapon in hand and began to beat the drum.

How could Brontë give him time to prepare, without saying a word, going up is a set of tricks without explanation.

Anilu uses the heart net to dodge left and right, seemingly with ease, but in fact it is very difficult.

After a few moves, he was punched and flew away.

"You... How could you possibly hit me? Anilu's face was shocked and somewhat incredulous.

Brontë smiled slightly, "Think you'll be heart-to-heart?" I'm just prejudging your prejudgment, that's all!"

After speaking, it was another heavy punch.

Anilu hurriedly used his weapon to block, elementalized his body by the way, and shouted, "Just let the horse come!"

Brontë knocked away the scepter in Anilu's hand, and then gathered the power of the Dark Fruit into his right fist, punching Anilu out entirely.

"How is that possible?" Anilu could no longer maintain his previous calmness, and the style of painting on his face had become distorted.

The heart net and elementalization were his biggest reliance, but in front of that person, they did not play any role.

Brontë also did not expect that in addition to being domineering, the dark fruit could also restrain elementalization, which made him confident in the next battle.

"Anilu, surrender, you are not my opponent." Brontë crackled his fingers.

"Huh? How would you know my name? Anilu's face was full of question marks.

"Because I am God, an omniscient God, and you, a lowly ant, dare to impersonate God, I see that you are looking for a beating!" Black gas enveloped Brontë's whole body, making him look like a hellish Shura.

Anilu was terrified, at this moment he had completely lost his appearance of God, like a dog who had lost his family.

Brontë is confident and intends to give the "dog of the empty island" the final blow.

However, at this moment, Anilu laughed loudly, "Yehahaha, Yeha, Yehahaha..."

"I laugh at you for being too stupid to recognize the current situation, and next, let you see the final form of God."

Anilu straightened up, opened his arms, and his body became wide and snow-white, like an ancient Greek sculpture that had become fat.

"The great God has come, yehahaha, you mortals, all must die, all must die! Boy, please enjoy the thunderbolt feast I have prepared for you next... Two hundred million volts Thor!"

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt swam around Anilu, like an obedient pet.

And this time the thunder and lightning is as thick as a bus, not to mention people, even if it is a huge sea king, it will be roasted on the spot.

Seeing this terrifying scene, Bucky in the forest was like an ant on a hot pot, anxious, "It's over, it's completely finished, I already know that I won't mess with this kid, kill some god, if you can't get yourself in."

Laqi, who had just woken up, was also frightened by this scene, and looked at the slender figure in the battlefield with a worried face.

Brontë also sensed a huge crisis, and the energy contained in this lightning bolt was several times stronger than before.

Even if he had the ability of the Dark Fruit, he still wasn't too sure that he could devour it all.

After a few turns of the thick lightning bolt around Anilu, it shot towards Brontë.

The dazzling white light released along the way made onlookers unable to open their eyes.

Brontë swallowed, this level of attack, beyond his understanding, can only rely on luck.

In an instant, layers of dirt were lifted, and lightning like missiles locked the boy, and it was instantaneous.

Boom!

A huge mushroom cloud soared into the air, and the shock wave generated by the explosion broke the trees in a radius of several hundred meters, and formed a gust of wind, blowing down the mountain.

At this time, Brontë's figure was no longer visible, only billowing smoke, constantly rising into the sky.

"Nope!" Lachi lost her voice and screamed.

Bucky shed tears of remorse.

"Yehahaha, a hairy boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, it's not a pity to die." Anilu looked proud.

However, when the smoke completely cleared, he showed a skeptical expression again.

I saw that the boy with a thin body was not destroyed by the huge thunder and lightning, or even fell.

At this time, Brontë was half-bent, reached out to wipe the blood from his face, and stared viciously at Anilu.

That weird smile made this empty island god creepy, and he only felt that the other party was really a terrible monster.

"Thunder, you thunder and lightning, the accuracy is enough, but it's a pity that the strength is a little worse." Brontë taunted.

Just now, the moment he was struck by lightning, he immediately switched the dark fruit to the barrier fruit form, which blocked most of the damage, but he was still not lightly injured.

Looking at the boy covered in scaly wounds, Anilu's expression returned to calm, and even slightly proud.

In his opinion, the scales of victory have tilted in his favor.

"In that case, then don't waste any more time, boy, suffer death!"

Brontë looked at death like home, and now he was a little superior, he could no longer keep calm, and all he thought about was to kill the other party, or be killed by the other party.

"Anilu, Hugh is rampant!" Suddenly, there was a roar behind Anilu.

He quickly turned around and saw Ganfort riding a heavenly horse and descending from the sky.

Because the distance was too close, Anilu had no time to fight back, and could only elementalize his body.

Just now, he was concerned about the battle and forgot to observe the surrounding situation with the heart net, so that the old man had an opportunity.

Ganfort shot the air and flew out.

But before Anilu could catch his breath, a large snake opened its mouth and prepared to swallow him alive.

"Sky Lord!" A priest exclaimed.

It turned out that Ganfort did not come alone, but brought the Lord of the Sky, the guardian of the oath.

In order to prevent being swallowed into his stomach, Anilu used the sanctions of God to suppress the Lord of the Sky to death.

However, in the next second, a black shadow came to his side, and a beautiful face immediately came into view.

"It's over, Anilu!"

Brontë clenched his fists, combined with the Shock Fruit ability, and punched Anilu's abdomen.

As the space was torn apart, Anilu directly spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his face was immediately distorted.

However, Brontë did not intend to let him go, and opened his bow left and right, and frantically output to Anilu's face.

The most advanced grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the air.

"Heaven does not give birth to me Brontë, empty island is like a long night!" The shouts were like nine days of thunder, resounding throughout the empty island.

People all looked in the direction of the Holy Domain, all with angry expressions, as if they were expecting something.