The Black Duke of Pirates

  However, this silence did not last long, and was broken by Meester's calm voice.

   "Since you know, then you continue."

  Meister pointed the baton at the man who spoke just now.

The man was taken aback for a moment, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes, as if he was very afraid of Meester's calm and sharp light, so his eyes had a trace of panic, and his words began to stammer: "You...you are Mei St... the king of music in paradise."

   "Still..." At this point, he stopped, because he saw Meester's weird smile and was taken aback.

  Meester turned to ask him with a smile.

   "Or what? Go on."

  "You are still Qiwuhai [Black Duke] Reinhardt's subordinate."

  Hearing this, everyone was surprised. What did Qiwuhai's subordinates appear here for?

  Although I don’t know the specific situation, it is definitely not a good thing.

   "It's not a secret!" Mestre laughed, "Letting, the city of music... is famous all over the world, we are here... of course it's a trip."

  After he finished, there was a sudden sound of gentle footsteps on the stage.

   Tap, tap, tap.

  Clear footsteps, gradually clear, getting closer and closer.

   "Reding doesn't welcome you rude fellows."

  At this time, a slightly low voice came over at the same time, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

   After hearing this sound, Meester was not too surprised, as if he had expected it, and laughed indifferently: "After sleeping for so long, it's time to wake up."

  He knew who the man came over, and he felt a strong sense of excitement in his heart. After waiting for so many years, he was finally coming.

   "It turned out to be you."

  After the man walked in, he showed a slight expression of surprise when he saw Mestre's appearance. He seemed to recognize Mestre's true identity.

  The audience also saw the figure at the same time. The man who suddenly appeared on the stage was the king of music by Lei Ting, and the conductor Bertinvik stopped.

  At this time, he was wearing a black evening dress, standing tall and slender in front of Mestre with his slender limbs. The figures and appearance of the two men were a bit similar, but they were completely different in temperament.

  Victor is dressed up with long hair. His whole body exudes an elegant literary atmosphere all the time. He looks like a born nobleman, exuding a gentle and comfortable atmosphere, and has the characteristics that make people want to be close.

But Meester is different. Although his figure is similar to Victor, the breath exuding from the whole person is extremely aggressive. Although his eyes always carry a calm smile, if he observes carefully, there is still a deep in his eyes. The coldness that cannot be melted, and the looming fierceness.

   "What about me?"

Victor didn’t pay attention to Meister’s sarcasm. He tidied up the cuffs of his evening dress, and then looked up at Meester slowly and said: “It’s impolite to force others to sleep, Meester. !"

   "Your appearance has changed a lot, no wonder I saw you on the first side, although I felt a familiar feeling, but I didn't recognize you at all."

   "Really?" Meester gave a sneer. "It's not that simple for me to come back this time. I want you to sleep forever."

   Hearing this sentence with infinite murderous intent, Victor glanced at Meester and said, “It seems that this time I’m coming back for revenge.”

   "Do you want to die in front of all the audience with the veil of hypocrisy, or die silently in the dark."

  "These are the only two choices you can make."

  "You are really exactly the same as your father." Victor smiled coldly, "The same is ridiculous!"

  As soon as the words fell, a gleaming long sword appeared in Victor's hand. The long sword reflected the cold light and pierced towards Meister, fast as lightning.

Seeing Victor take the lead and pierce the prepared baton with Meester, there was a clang, and the violent metal sound reverberated in the concert hall. The audience suddenly saw the two fighting together, and then they were all panicked. Lost and ran out of the music hall.

  "When you come back this time, you can't run away anymore." Victor laughed, his body flashed in midair, and the long sword in his hand shook slightly, turning into a touch of shock and killing him again.

  Meister did not answer, but carefully watched Victor's attack trajectory. Under the domineering operation, he resisted every attack of Victor.

  After a short fight, Meester understood that Victor in front of him was the same as him, he was also a two-color domineering proficient, and his strength was not weak.

   "It seems that your strength has improved very quickly over the years." Victor appeared strangely behind Meister, showing a smug smile, and then the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed behind Meester.

   But then he was suddenly shocked, because the long sword stabbed out of the empty air, and Meister's figure instantly turned into a dark shadow before disappearing.

  "Demon Fruit Ability?" Victor muttered to himself.

In the shadow, a black light galloped in, with a sharp aura, and stab at Victor. Victor was stunned for a moment. The long sword in his palm was waving wildly in front of his chest. The huge air current formed a channel of energy, trying to stop him. Meester attacked this time.

Mestre pierced up against the invisible energy, and the sharp pointed blade was covered with armed domineering. He seemed to pierce through tofu, directly breaking the energy tunnel formed by this airflow through a huge hole~www.NovelMTL .com~ body lightly escaped.

   But the next second, when he was about to pierce Victor's body, Meester felt in vain that the sharp blade in his hand hit a touch of metal, and then a clank of metal crackling sound spread.

what is this?

  Meister was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the object blocking the baton.

  Harp?

The piano body exuding golden brilliance is more than two meters, and there is an incomprehensible pattern carved on it. The dense strings are divided on it. There seems to be a special cold glow on the strings, which is reflected by the light. There is a sharp momentum.

   A confident smile appeared between Victor's mouth, and the golden harp floated gently in front of him, just blocking the stabbing of Meester's baton, making it impossible for him to deposit it.

  This harp looks very gorgeous, like a huge bow, as if it can burst into huge tension at any time.

  Meister felt that the weapon in his hand did not move, and the sharp stabbing was completely offset by the strength of the opponent's harp.

  He understands that Victor is a two-color domineering proficient, able to perform armed domineering coverage on the harp that emerges, which is one of the reasons why he still has confidence so far.

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