"Ding!!"
There was a crisp sound of swords clashing.
The swords in the hands of Russell and Davy Jones collided together. After a brief struggle, Russell pushed the back of the Edman alloy knife and suddenly burst out with all his strength, suppressing Davy Jones all the way and pushing him against the side of the ship.
Fighting figures can be seen everywhere on the two ships, soldiers fighting against soldiers, generals against generals, seafood and trash fish catching and killing each other. No one dared to set foot on the battlefield of Russell and Davy Jones. People on both sides were very understanding and did not overestimate their capabilities to disturb them.
"Forever Captain Davy Jones, what happened to you? Have you changed from an octopus to a soft-footed shrimp?" Russell held down the knife and held Davy Jones firmly, making him unable to move. , the poisonous tongue was in full force, constantly interfering with his concentration: "Actually, starfish are more suitable for you, they can regenerate themselves, and they can grow new ones if you cut them off."
Octopuses can also regenerate themselves!
Davy Jones' face was livid and he was roaring madly in his heart. Since the beginning of the battle, Russell's talk has never been idle, and the topic has always revolved around his masculine highlights.
Chirping, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, blah, blah, all kinds of ridicule and ridicule made him upset. Fortunately, he was an octopus, and he would have exploded if he had been a pufferfish.
"If you have any nonsense, tell me now. After today, I will make it impossible for you to speak." Davy Jones's body melted into the side of the ship, and his whole body sank and disappeared. Then he emerged from the deck and stabbed Russell in the back. Down.
Russell dodged sideways, flicked the long knife with his backhand, and cut off several octopus beards. Davy Jones was in pain and was attacked repeatedly. Finally, he received a flying kick to the chest and sank into the sea with a splash.
The ship was very close to the tsunami vortex, and the spiraling black cavity was like a bottomless pit. Russell gave up the idea of pursuing the ship after just one glance. Davy Jones could still climb out after falling into the sea. He fell into the sea and became the eye of reclamation.
On the deck of the Dutchman, the seafood crew and the pirates were fighting fiercely. The deck was extremely crowded in twos and threes. Russell drew his gun and fired continuously, knocking the seafood dishes into the water one after another. He did not seek to kill effectively, but only wanted to save the pirates. Take some of the pressure off.
After a while, Davy Jones emerged from below the deck soaked in water and looked at Russell with bloodshot eyes. The two had equal strength and equally matched weapons. They each displayed exquisite swordsmanship, and the fight became 50-50 in a short period of time.
Russell let go, otherwise Davy Jones wouldn't be able to hold on now, so he used a skill card.
[Skill Card: Fencing Master (Your swordsmanship is world-class)]
The skill card drawn from Schmidt, Russell has the permanent skill of 'Master of Swordsmanship'. It is a pity to leave this card useless and discard it. The purpose of using this card is to gain experience in swordsmanship and strive to upgrade the permanent skill to another level.
The effect is average, each move is very methodical, and the strength and beauty are complementary, but it lacks a sharp killing momentum and belongs to the aristocratic swordsmanship. To put it bluntly, swordsmanship is used in duels and competitions. There is no problem in one-on-one combat, but it seems to be powerless when encountering a chaotic battlefield.
But if you want to upgrade your swordsmanship, you must make up for the strengths of other swordsmen. Every swordsmanship has its own unique advantages. A true master can abandon the disadvantages and use the advantages to his own advantage.
The two of them were going back and forth, and it seemed like they couldn't tell the winner in a short period of time. In fact, Davy Jones's skills were not weak, and he was also one of the best in swordsmanship.
It's not that he is a genius or a famous teacher. It's all because he can't die even if he wants to. Anyone who lives longer than a bastard can achieve great achievements in certain fields if he works harder.
After a while of attacking and defending, Russell finished digesting the experience of the skill card, and his sword path suddenly changed.
Davy Jones couldn't adapt for a moment, and he hurriedly opened the long knife with a move, and then was cut into a human by the sharp sword energy...an octopus stick.
Russell kicked one after another, kicking the limbs on the deck into the sea to feed the fish. Behind him, Davy Jones finished healing himself and stood up with a sneer.
"It's useless, I am immortal, you can never kill me." Davy Jones picked up a long knife casually: "But you can't, I only need to knock you down once to end this battle. "
"You have a fatal weakness of the heart, how can you be regarded as immortal!" Russell sneered. There is no absolute immortality in the world. As long as there is life, there is life and death. It is said that you are immortal, but you have not found the right way to kill it. .
"Yes, my heart is indeed my Achilles' heel." Davy Jones readily admitted and said calmly: "But you have no chance, and I won't let you find it."
Russell stretched out his hand, took out the key from the space ring, put it on his index finger and shook it: "That's not necessarily the case. Jack has already gone to find the box of the dead. You'd better pray that he can't find it, otherwise the Dutchman will be replaced today. Captain."
Davy Jones looked cold and snorted: "So what, I will snatch the key back now..."
Just as he was speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He clutched his chest and staggered back to the side of the ship. He raised his head and stared at the dark clouds in the sky. His eyes were affectionate and full of infinite nostalgia, and he murmured to himself: "Ka... Lu... Pusuo!" "
After reciting the name of his beloved goddess, Davy Jones slowly closed his eyes, kicked his legs off the side of the ship and fell into the deep sea, completely integrating with the ocean.
Russell: "..."
died! ?
So... what's the point of the key?
Russell shook his head violently. Now was not the time to be speechless. Who killed Davy Jones, Jack or Turner?
"It's probably Turner. He just kissed Elizabeth, so he is destined to be in trouble."
As Russell thought this, he saw all the seafood crew members stopped fighting and rushed into the cabin. Someone killed Davy Jones. The group followed the ship's will and went to dig out the new captain's heart.
"Everyone return to the Black Pearl. Davy Jones is dead. We need to leave the deep sea whirlpool quickly." After Russell finished speaking, he was the first to grab the rope and swing through the whirlpool, regardless of others.
The battle was over as soon as it was over. Before the pirates could figure out what happened, they saw Russell's retreating back and hurriedly followed him back to the Black Pearl.
On the other side, seeing that the battle was over, Barbossa ordered his men to fire cannons to break the masts of the two ships that were tightly hooked. He turned sharply and sailed into the upper current of the whirlpool, and climbed out little by little.
Russell stood on the side of the ship, looking at the shrinking hull of the Dutchman, and sighed: "Turner, it's not a good life to go ashore every ten years!"
In fact, what Russell wanted to say more was that when he went ashore once every ten years, Turner had to be careful that he had a five-year-old son. But the words were too derogatory and not suitable for the current atmosphere. Elizabeth heard it and held a grudge, so she sneaked in and took one bite in the middle of the night.
"Hisssssssssssssssssssssslipt ~~ Bo!"
The familiar sound of exchange of saliva sounded from behind. Russell stiffened his neck and turned his head, and what he saw was Turner hugging Elizabeth.
not him!
Russell's eyes widened suddenly. It wasn't Turner who stabbed his heart, was it Jack?
If you think about it carefully, this is really possible. In the movie, Jack is obsessed with sailing on the sea forever and wants to replace Davy Jones as the new captain. Now that the Black Pearl is occupied by Russell, he doesn't even have the ship, so he longs for the Dutchman even more.
"Jack, this guy is so quick to strike..."
Jack: "Captain, you called me?"
Russell: "..."
"Dear Captain, are you planning to return home to get married after this battle, and want to entrust the Black Pearl to me?" Jack leaned out from the side, squeezed in next to the stunned Russell, patted his chest and promised: "Please Don't worry, compared to Barbossa, I am the best captain of the Black Pearl."
It wasn't Turner, and it wasn't Jack. Could it be that some pirate got it by luck?
Russell hurriedly looked at the Dutchman below, his eyes were condensed with magic, and he looked at it from a distance. At the same time, he asked: "Jack, who killed Davy Jones?"
After hearing this, Jack slumped against the side of the ship, looking heartbroken, and hesitantly said: "Turner and I found the heart of Davy Jones. In the captain's cabin, there are two British navy soldiers in charge of guarding it. They Aiming at the heart with the cannon..."
On the Flying Dutchman, seafood sailors stepped onto the deck, controlled the rudder and plunged into the deep sea. With sharp eyes, Russell saw a figure wearing a captain's hat at the edge of the ship's rudder. That hat belonged to Davy Jones.
who is it! ?
Russell looked intently, and what he saw was a fat British sailor wearing a dark blue navy uniform who was crying bitterly.
Russell: (??_??)
Who are you? ! !
"I wanted to steal the heart and stab myself to death, but Turner fell down and made a noise, and the two cowards opened fire, and the heart was blown to pieces on the spot..." Jack sighed, the great opportunity was gone, he was too Tough luck.
Russell: "..."
The BOSS was pushed by a minion, and it was his own minion. Davy Jones died with his eyes open!
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