At dusk, basically all the pilgrims were here, and the port area was full of people, and it had never been as lively as it is today.

Overseas, a large cruise ship is approaching, and it is the ship transporting the Wing God, Carmen, Luo Yan, Huang Ji and others are also on the ship.

Huang Ji stood on the deck and looked into the distance, and found a yacht following behind him. He smiled slightly and sent a signal by controlling the communicator on the ship.

The yacht behind them was Marco's ship.

Marco looked up at the railing, looked at the big cruise ship, and slapped the railings excitedly.

"It's time for you! Finally, I'm time for you, Luo Yan!"

Marco had arrived a long time ago. He passed the 300-nautical miles of sea restricted area through the verification code on the invitation letter.

However, he did not go to the island. After all, he was an impersonator. As a wanted criminal, he could not log in through normal procedures.

So for several hours, he was wandering on the sea, waiting for Luo Yan, trying to intercept him halfway.

He knew that Luo Yan was going to escort the Wing God, and that must be a big ship, and the flag would be from Egypt.

Sure enough, he waited for him. When he saw a large cruise ship from afar, he immediately ordered the yacht to chase after him.

However, what he didn't know was that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was on the side, and someone also stared at him.

"It's really Marco!"

Eight hundred meters away, Misho put down his telescope and ordered his yacht to catch up with Marco's ship.

He held his right hand in his left hand, held the knife in a posture of raising momentum to draw the knife.

"I'm looking for you so hard, Marco..." Mishe's cold face was as solemn as iron, and his murderous intent was lingering.

Since the New York War, Mithur has been looking for Marco. He has been running around for half a year and goes wherever there is news. He almost blocked Marco several times, but he still let him run away.

In the end, the news of losing Marco in Texas was never found again.

This time he came to the pilgrimage, he was just here to go through the motions, but unexpectedly, halfway through his ship, he suddenly received a distress signal, claiming to be a certain boatman, saying that a rising man was killing on the ship.

This made Mithue very strange. Who dared to kill someone in the waters of Holy Qing Island? Or is it a rising person?

Because he had been thinking about looking for Marco, he suddenly realized that Marco was also a rising person. Then, by the way, he went to the coordinates sent by the seeker.

Sure enough, he saw a yacht and Marco was on the deck!

Mishe did not alert the snake, but was chasing him. Now he is only more than 500 meters away from Marco.

No matter how defected or faction he could not make him hate Marco so much.

But he saw with his own eyes that Marco killed Bethibu. For this reason, Mishu went to the lunar calendar and fell into the underworld, and he wanted to take revenge.

Marco was chasing Luo Yan's ship, while Mithur was chasing Marco's ship.

Mishe ran into him without any hesitation, and Marco naturally noticed it. He turned around and looked closely and recognized Mishe.

"Hmm? It's him..."

Marco complained in his heart, knowing that he was exposed after all, and a fierce battle was inevitable.

"Boom!" Miche's ship crashed into it hard, and at the same time, he took the opportunity to come to Marco's deck.

However, before it landed, a missile shot towards him, which was Marco's unique skill.

"Clang!" Mixiu's sword technique was still so fast. With his reaction, he cut the missile in the air and knocked it away.

Marco did not advance but retreated, and opened the distance, and fired missiles like guns in his mouth.

Mishe pulled out a short knife from his waist with his left hand, and jingled a few times to block the missile.

"I haven't seen each other for half a year, and my strength has improved a lot." Marco said, pouring many iron projectiles into his throat.

The ships that could enter the waters of Shengqing Island had no weapons. Marco suppressed Mishe for a time with his long-range attack methods.

But that's all. Shooting like a bead cannon will be much less powerful. Misho can still block it with his left-handed knife.

The two of them were in a stalemate. As long as Mishe rushed forward, Marco immediately shot in a series of shots, forcing him to concentrate on blocking.

If you are not careful, you will be hit by a shot, which is actually the same as if you are hit by a bullet.

"You still dare to come to the pilgrimage conference? You are so bold!" Mishe said, and at the same time found many corpses on the yacht.

There were originally many ordinary people on this ship, but they were killed by Marco now.

"It was indeed the ship who called for help..." Mithur thought to himself.

He didn't know that Marco was staring at him on the boat, and who could call for help from his nose?

Marco was looking around on the deck to search for the ships where Luo Yan might be, so he couldn't guard the people who drove the ship. He was afraid that they would report it, so he simply killed them all.

But unexpectedly, it was exposed and Mishe came to him.

Marco said, "Why don't I dare to come? Do you really think I am a rebel? I endure humiliation and just to find out the real rebellion. You know nothing!"

"Mishew, don't get in the way here. I advise you to stop and let me see Luo Yan. Then the truth will naturally be revealed."

"Go..." Mishe smiled.

Marco said seriously: "Luo Yan is on the boat in front. If you don't believe me, go with me!"

Mishe said coldly: "No matter whether you are a rebel or not, I will kill you and avenge my brother!"

"Trough..." Marco gritted his teeth.

He did kill Beetheb, but the other party attacked him first.

But Mishe said so, and he knew that no matter how nonsense he talked, it would make no sense.

"It's not that simple to kill me!" Marco took out a half-meter-long sword from behind.

"You can still use a sword?" Mithu said contemptuously.

Marco walked out a step laughingly: "Let's try it... let you take the knife first!"

"Sa!" Mixiu stepped forward and instantly made a supersonic slash!

Unexpectedly, Marco threw out the dagger in his hand like a flying knife.

At the same time, projectiles were sprayed out of the mouth and hit the tail of the flying knife, which directly caused the flying knife to be disguised in mid-air, bypassing Mixiu's slash and stabbing Mixiu's shoulder.

"Puff!"

The piercing was a piercing, but its power was average, and the flying knife was only stabbed in the flesh, so Mishe was not seriously injured.

On the other hand, Mixiu's slash was more exquisite than before.

In the past, he only knew how to be fast, but he had enough power but did not change his moves. Later, after Huang Ji's play and the stimulation of his brother's death, he worked hard to hone himself in the past six months, and he could change the direction of his slash as he pleased after he took the knife.

Seeing that Marco still didn't plan to fight him in close combat, he instead made a fool of himself and threw a flying knife.

Mixiu's mouth was slightly raised, and his body actually rotated and moved forward along with his own slashing force, cutting spiral like a whirlwind.

By rotating, he still charged under his feet and instantly rushed to Marco, slashing from Marco's right chest to his left waist with one knife!

"Swish...sho!"

"Uh!"

Marco was hit hard, screamed, and retreated and entered the cabin.

He quickly found the medicine box and treated himself with the wound, otherwise his intestines would almost flow out.

"Today is your death!" Mixiu said when he walked into the cabin.

However, suddenly, his face turned blue and purple, his legs were soft and half kneeling on the ground, dizzy, and his body tilted again, leaning against the wall.

"Haha...funny, I tried my best to stab you with a sword. Do you think it's just to make you shed some blood?" Marco said ridiculously.

"This sword is poisonous..." Mi Xiu looked gray, dizzy, nauseous, trancey, and difficulty breathing.

"Sodium cyanide...hehe, rest in peace...huh?" Marco said, and suddenly heard the noise outside.

He quickly poked his head out of the cabin and looked at it, and it turned out that another ship was coming.

The two ships collided here and were about to sink. They were naturally discovered by other ships in the distance and rushed to rescue them.

It was also a yacht, but it seemed that there were only some captain-level guards on it.

"What's wrong? Why did you hit me? Brother, are you okay, come to our boat." A guard captain shouted.

The waters around Shengqing Island, within 300 nautical miles, are only their own people, and they are all ships that have reviewed the invitation letter.

So the guard did not doubt that he was there and called him brother.

"Ah... there was an accident. Oh, my belly..." Marco covered his wound and ran out of the cabin and jumped towards the ship opposite.

The guard looked up and saw that Marco looked familiar.

The lower the level, the more people will pay attention to the wanted order. After all, they will point to this to make meritorious service and make money.

But after all, it takes a reaction time, and Marco has already become murderous. He jumped into the air and shot an iron bullet from his mouth, directly slashing him in the head.

"Ah!" The other soldiers were shocked, but they were only of A-level and B-level standards. Even if Marco was seriously injured, they would still be killed one by one.

However, this interruption gave Mishe a chance.

Although he was infected with a fatal poison, his body was different from that of an ordinary person after all. In addition, the poison was tempered on the sword, which would cause a small intake. Mishe could not die for a while, and he could last for about three or four minutes.
To be continued...