Chapter 839: Izambaron V. Nasujuro Sei VS Mihawk, and another reinforcement!
Izambaron V. Nasujuro's four long white bone hooves stomped in the air, and his figure quickly approached Mihawk, with a cold and cold aura emanating from it, like a long tail...
"The thorn of death!"
He snorted coldly, and the first generation Kitetsu in his right hand suddenly cut through the air. The extremely sharp sword energy wrapped in the cold air from the underworld turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards Mihawk!
Mihawk's eyes narrowed, and his expression became serious. He clenched the black knife in both hands and swung it violently, and the dark green slashing wave flew out.
Boom~
The two sword waves collided violently in the air, and the burst of cold air instantly froze the moisture in the air, forming a large lump of ice.
Seeing that his attack was blocked,
Izambaron V. Nasujuro narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You little brat do have some skills."
"If I give you more time, you may be able to catch up with me in swordsmanship..."
"But you no longer have that chance!"
Bang!
Izambarron V. Nasujuro suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next second he instantly appeared in front of Mihawk.
He held the First Generation Kitetsu tightly in both hands, and the blade, which exuded bursts of coldness, cut through the air with a swish and slashed towards Mihawk from top to bottom.
Qiang~
The blade that was about to chop was blocked by the black knife Night, and the two supreme swords collided with each other, instantly sparking sparks~
And at this moment,
laugh!
The blade of the first generation of Kitetsu suddenly released a large amount of cold air, and the blade of the black sword Night was covered with frost at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply to freezing point!
Mihawk's pupils shrank when he saw this, and he quickly pulled back the Black Blade Night, while stomping his feet hard on the ground to quickly distance himself from him.
But Izambaron V. Nasujuro would never let him go so easily.
The four long white bony hooves of his lower body kicked backwards, and the first generation Kitetsu in his hands stabbed out again. The cold air froze the moisture in the air, and an icy slash flew out with a "swish"!
"Troublesome fruit ability user!"
Mihawk couldn't help but curse inwardly, and swung the Black Blade Night with all his might. The extremely sharp sword wave instantly shattered the frozen slash, and at the same time blocked the steps of Izambaron V. Nasujuro Sei.
Simultaneously,
He also seized the opportunity to catch his breath, and with a few jumps he created a distance of more than 20 meters between him and his feet were firmly on the sea.
Seeing this scene,
Izambaron V. Nasujuro raised his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice with an increasingly hostile look: "Such a method...it turns out that you have an unknown relationship with that guy Aizen."
Hearing this,
Mihawk said solemnly, "Aizen is my eldest brother."
"Although I can't specialize in ninjutsu like those guys from Lucci, it would be embarrassing for my dear brother if I can't even use simple chakra."
"Big brother?"
Izambalon V. Nasujuro narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and suddenly sneered and said:
"Although I don't know what kind of relationship you have, it seems that your big brother doesn't treat you as a younger brother."
"He arranged for you to be my opponent. Haha... He has no intention of letting you return alive."
While talking,
His eyes underwent a strange change, his pitch-black pupils ignited with faint blue flames, the black smoke clouds wrapped around his shoulders rolled up, and his entire body continuously released icy cold air all around.
After a few rounds of fighting,
Izambaron V. Nasujuro Seiya also understood the strength of the young boy in front of him.
The cultivation of swordsmanship,
Mihawk is already very close to him, the only difference between the two is the devil fruit ability he possesses.
So for this kid who has extraordinary potential in kendo,
Izambaron V. Nasujuro has no regard for talent at all. All he wants is to get rid of him as soon as possible to prevent future troubles!
"You old man, you really dare to say that~"
Mihawk's golden vertical pupils stared at Izambaron V. Nasujuro, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Let me deal with you alone. Even if I dare to say it, my brother will never agree."
"Although I also want to learn the sword skills of a strong man like you who has lived for hundreds of years, but... the cause that big brother wants to accomplish is obviously more important!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
A huge roar like a landslide erupted from the red earth continent in the distance, and a terrifying shock wave swept in all directions.
This movement naturally attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield!
Izambaron V. Nasujuro suddenly turned his head and looked over. Then his pupils shrank and he cried out in shock, "How is this possible!"
"How could it be that guy Whitebeard? Didn't he die in Marineford during the Battle of Marineford?"
After all,
He suddenly thought of something, turned around and looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Mihawk's face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Is this the trump card you rely on to win?"
"It's an unheard-of method to be able to revive the dead... It's impossible to do this with just a devil fruit. It's Aizen!"
Mihawk slowly raised the blade in his hand and pointed the tip at Izambaron V. Nasujuro, and said with a smile: "Sorry, you guessed wrong. This is just a means to defeat you."
"As for our winning formula, it's always been Big Brother!"
Izambarron V. Nasujuro's face turned very ugly. While staring at Mihawk, he spread his observation Haki, guarding against possible enemies.
"So, my opponent is someone else, right?"
"You, a little brat, are far from being able to defeat me with just your words..."
After all,
As his observation Haki brought back the reconnaissance situation within a one-kilometer radius, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Because in his perception, there was no powerful existence around him, let alone enemies that could threaten him.
"Who knows~"
"What if I held back during the fight just now, waiting to trick you when you were careless~"
Mihawk said with a nonchalant smile.
Looking at the confident smile on his face,
Izambalon V. Nasujuro frowned, anger began to accumulate in his heart, and he said in a cold voice: "I am not someone who can be scared by a guess. Whether you have reinforcements today or not, you will die here."
"I said so!"
"Breath of the Dead: An Army of One!!!"
The first generation of Kitetsu cut through the air, and the biting cold air was suddenly released, forming a wave in the blink of an eye, and a thick layer of ice instantly froze wherever it passed.
Next second,
Countless figures emerged on the ice under the cover of the cold air, each of them wearing strong armor, holding spears and riding war horses.
"attack!"
At the command of Saint Izambaron V. Nasujuro,
Countless skeleton cavalrymen rushed out from the snow-white cold storm and charged towards Mihawk!
at the same time,
He controlled the cold air to conceal his figure and quietly approached Mihawk, trying to attack from the dark and deliver a fatal blow.
the other side,
Mihawk saw a large number of skeleton soldiers rushing towards him with deadly cold air, and he slashed out without hesitation.
Next second,
The skeleton cavalry that rushed up fell down one by one like wheat being cut, and their offensive edge was instantly curbed.
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While Mihawk was fighting the Skull Troopers,
Izambarron V. Nasujuro, under the cover of the Skeleton Riders and the cold air, successfully sneaked within five meters of Mihawk.
He exhaled slightly, lowering his own breath while condensing the chilling cold air onto the blade of the First Generation Kitetsu, accumulating strength for a fatal blow that would decide the outcome...
After a few seconds,
'It's now! ’
His eyes focused instantly, and the tip of the first generation Kitetsu sword held in both hands pierced through the air, pointing directly at Mihawk's back.
at the same time,
As Mihawk continued to slash, the hair on the back of his neck instantly stood up. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented strong sense of crisis!
He subconsciously looked back and saw Izambalon V. Nasujuro Saint hidden in the cold air, and the freezing slash close at hand...
At this critical moment,
A wild laugh suddenly rang out, and Mihawk, who heard the sound, smiled with a look of success.
"I've finally been waiting for this, haha!"
"Try this, Five Elder Stars!"
"God avoids!!!"
