Chapter 195 This is how you came here too
New world, desert island.
The white lines are like the strokes of the god of death, turning into a huge eerie birdcage, shrouding the entire island with death.
On the land of the island, a brutal fight began surrounding the Moby Dick, which was as huge as a white whale, and the shouts of killing were loud.
"The smell of war is really intoxicating..."
Doflamingo let out a sinister smile, and the muscles on his face seemed to be slightly distorted due to excessive excitement.
He tilted his body sideways to avoid a slash from behind by a pirate.
Pink feathers fluttered, and the pirate's pupils that failed to attack trembled when he moved his fingers. A sharp cut exploded on his chest, spurting out a large amount of blood.
Blood oozed from the pirate's mouth and nose. He staggered and wanted to continue attacking, but a hand had already grabbed his throat.
A blond face wearing strange sunglasses came into view, with a smile full of cruel mockery.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, as a weak person, do you have the right to choose to die?"
Doflamingo's face gradually moved closer to the pirate, and there was a chilling madness in his tone.
The pirate gritted his teeth, but felt that his body seemed to be tightly restrained by something invisible, unable to move at all.
"It seems there is none."
Doflamingo grinned, and the five fingers in his hand suddenly exerted force!
Click!
The sound of broken bones sounded, and the pirate's head tilted, and the light of life quickly disappeared in his pupils.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Doflamingo opened his arms crazily, stood in the melee, and laughed ferociously.
Around him, dozens of members of the Whitebeard Pirates looked pale and frightened, attacking each other.
The wailing continued and blood splattered.
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clang! !
The collision of the blades splashed out dazzling sparks, and the sword light cut criss-crossing marks on the earth.
There are sad and beautiful roses falling in disillusionment in the void.
"Foil Sword" Bista's pair of scimitar swords whirled and slashed like a gust of wind, and the sword blade bloomed like a rose. He launched an offensive against the eagle-eyed boy's upper and lower plates with brilliant skills and speed, which was so fierce that it was overwhelming.
However, the more they fought, the more shocked Bista became.
All of his complicated and ferocious attacks were blocked by the brat in front of me!
Those sharp eagle eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, as if they had completely seen through his own sword moves, and responded calmly with a rock-steady attitude.
The strange-shaped black broken knife, swung by his one-arm, was flexible yet heavy, and as stable as a mountain.
Especially the calmness that was completely inconsistent with his age gave Bista a strong sense of uneasiness.
"...Why would a guy like you lose an arm!?"
After being unable to attack for a long time, Bista finally couldn't control the rising uneasiness in his heart and gritted his teeth and asked.
Mihawk calmly responded to the wind-like sword light and said calmly:
"This is for the strongest swordsmanship."
He suddenly changed his moves and held Bista's swords with a clang.
"You are very capable. You are indeed the strongest swordsman in the Whitebeard Pirates."
A smile gradually appeared on Mihawk's lips.
Bista was stunned.
He actually saw a kind of happiness in the young man's eyes!
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The yellow sand exploded and turned into a sharp giant sword that suddenly rose from the ground.
"Desert Great Sword!!"
"Immortal Thistle!!"
The raging blue flames gathered crazily and compressed into a flame shield, blocking the giant desert sword.
The yellow sand and green flames exploded at the same time, and Crocodile and Marco faced each other from afar, fear flashing in their eyes.
"I didn't expect the rumors to be true. The legendary "Phoenix" fruit... possesses near-invincible defense and recovery power."
The yellow sand around Crocodile was disturbed, and he stared at Marco in mid-air with a gloomy look.
Marco's arms turned into blue flame wings at this time, and he looked warily at the ground disturbed by the yellow sand.
At this moment, within a radius of several hundred meters with Crocodile as the center, the land has turned into a barren desert.
The occasionally beating gravel seems to be given life, hiding unbelievable dangers.
"You're not bad either. You've developed the natural system to this extent. You're not far away from awakening, right?"
As he spoke, Marco quickly glanced at the mountains in the distance with his peripheral vision, and his heart gradually sank.
In that direction, two towering auras mixed with black and red lightning spurted out, violently colliding again and again.
Every time they clashed, it was like meteorites clashing, violent air waves erupting, uprooting countless rocks and towering trees, and then being torn into pieces and flying into the sky.
The sea of clouds was shattered by the shock, and the mountain peaks were continuously smoothed away.
Gully appeared on the ground, bottomless cracks spread, strong winds and lightning intertwined, turning that area of the world into a purgatory on earth.
Taking a deep breath, Marco tried to suppress the shock in his heart.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Marco wouldn't have been able to believe that the navy could actually improve its combat power to such an extent in just one or two years!
He is fighting with his father!
He is fighting the "strongest" being in the world... in an upright manner! !
Quickly looking away, Marco looked at Crocodile and said in a deep voice:
"But there's one thing I'm curious about, Crocodile."
"Why would a rebellious man like you obey the orders of that navy?"
Crocodile's expression changed, and his figure flew out from the place with a bang.
"I didn't obey that bastard's order!!"
"My target has been you Whitebeard Pirates from the beginning!!"
With angry roars, Huangsha went into complete riot!
It faintly transformed into the shape of a ferocious giant crocodile.
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Holy Land Marie Gioia, Pangu City.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall was extremely oppressive, as if the air was dripping with water, making it difficult to breathe.
The five old stars stand or sit, waiting quietly.
Some are playing with the samurai sword in their hands, or are enjoying tea, or are crossing their legs leisurely, or are standing silently with their eyes lowered, or looking at the livid-faced naval marshal in front of them playfully...
There was a haughty and playful sneer in each of their eyes.
"Sora, the World Noble Hunting Competition represents the highest glory of the Tianlong people...even many members of the "Knights of God" will be selected from the winners of the hunting competition."
"That little kid Rogers Darren is the greatest blessing in his life to be able to work as security for such a grand event."
"This is a great opportunity. He will learn some secrets that most people in this sea are not qualified to know."
"He will take this opportunity to completely enter the top ranks of the world government."
"You should be very clear about this, right?"
On their old and gloomy faces, strange and sinister smiles appeared invariably.
"After all, you and the Warring States Period back then... they all came here like this."
Thumb thump!
Cyborg Kong's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help but staggered back two steps.
Some painful memories that he couldn't bear to look back seemed to well up in his mind, and the pupils of his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his expression changed.
"No... if you do this... you will destroy him..."
His eyes were red, and he let out a low roar unconsciously.
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Ask for everything and be grateful.
