The next moment, he couldn't control the enchanting twist. A tall and thin ugly man with a horse-shaped face and a long beard suddenly danced vigorously in front of a group of big men with hairy chests. The contrast was so strong that the scene fell silent for a moment.

The needle can be heard.

At this time, Tang Fugui has not yet stimulated his talent in [Dance King Disco]. Just a few ordinary twisting of the waist and bathing movements from the back of the hand to the back of the neck, he released the magic power that is eye-catching, and then it is extremely eye-catching, destroying human beings.

Mental torture of the mind.

As soon as the dance of the Wealthy Demon came out, all living beings were confused and confused. There was an extremely uncomfortable but masochistic impulse that could not help but take another look. The original hatred of Bailang, the fear of the uncertainty of life and death in the sea, and the greed for killing people and robbing ships, at this moment

Everything was forgotten.

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Tang Fugui also gained encouragement and confidence from the intoxicated expressions of everyone, and received invisible spiritual support. He jumped more energetically and twisted more coquettishly. As a result, [Must Die] gushed out with more power, countless mysterious knowledge, and wonderful

Feelings emerge one by one in my mind.

The body couldn't control it any longer. He raised his hand to summon a [Onion that pierced the dead chrysanthemum]. The spear came out like a dragon and was inserted into the wooden deck. He stretched out his hand to hold the bloody onion and started spinning. Green Onion Dance!

"Ugh!", "Ugh...!"

For the ancient indigenous sailors, this scene was too exciting and too challenging to their outlook. It was simply a dimension-reducing blow that went beyond their own cognition, and a crushing mental pollution.

Suddenly, a young sailor couldn't bear it anymore and vomited. Then, like a chain reaction, the guys around him also dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, retching violently.

Tang Fugui's "Soldier of Subjugation without Fighting", the visual impact alone caused severe physical discomfort, paralysis of limbs, mental confusion, low fighting spirit, and inability to fight anymore.

What's more, a little leader standing at the front screamed loudly: "Ah ah ah, I can't stand it anymore! Evil, you are an evil!" Then he raised a flint-haired bird gun and pressed it against his temple. , pull the trigger.

Bang!

A cloud of green smoke exploded in the barrel of the gun, and then his head exploded. He would rather die in front of Fugui than give in to his dancing.

Just when Fukimaru wanted to go one step further, grabbing the green onion and spinning it, a sense of crisis came to his heart. His act of summoning the [Noble Phantasm Blood Onion] had not yet been activated, but it had already faintly touched the 'threshold' boundary.

Under the warning of his mind, he quickly calmed down, removed the precious phantom, and stood up again. It was as if he was looking at the living beings that he had turned upside down in another world. He gradually recalled the scene just now, his face was also extremely ugly, and he quickly reached out and untied most of the clothes. Re-tie the clothes.
Chapter completed!