Sailing: Girly System, Summon Female Laosha At The Beginning

119. Admirals Appearing One After Another! Let's Start The Feast Of Death!

"Shhhhhh!"

Dozens of fine sword qi shot out vertically and horizontally from the center.

Ultimate fast.

Undetectable to the naked eye.

now. Pirates or Marines who approach ice pits out of curiosity.

Good luck.

Only the hair was shaved.

Bad luck.

The neck and the whole body were covered with traces of blood.

Powerless, he fell to the ground.

"It's just fallout...can't we all take it?"

"Get away, don't come close!"

"Damn it...they are all monsters, isn't there even a winner?!"

Also from New World.

If they are placed in the first half, the Japanese can fight ten pirates.

The same is true for Marines.

But here.

But it is no different from miscellaneous soldiers.

The crowd ran.

Fortunately, the inner bay is very large.

There's still plenty of room to maneuver and let them engage in combat.

now.

Even this top combat power is fighting.

them.

There is no reason to be lazy!

A new wave of Marine.

He rushed up with a long knife in his hand.

ahead.

A "two four three" pirate wearing a purple sling, with his right hand fishing from the left side of his chin.

A giant iron wood hammer more than ten meters.

It was pulled out of thin air.

"Boom!"

A dodge and a collision.

The blood spreads.

Nearly ten colonel-level Marines had their chests cracked and were knocked tens of meters away.

Several captains stepped forward one after another, which made the Marines feel tricky.

"Block the captains!"

Rear Admiral, who was wearing an iron helmet, was hoarse and greeted him fiercely with a knife.

"Don't let them land!"

"Sink the Moby Dick! Kill Whitebeard!"

"Knock down the airship of the Rodin regiment too!!"

 …

for a while.

The sound of gold and iron and shelling continued.

"Why are there such terrifying humans..."

Kirby, both empty-handed.

His legs trembled suddenly, and his mind was buzzing at the moment.

...

The sound of shouting and fighting came.

Only then did he slowly come back to his senses, and his eyes looked around from the distant ice pit.

These mundane attacks.

Compared with the Great Swordsman.

It can be said that there is a world of difference.

so....

Does their fight really make sense?

Isn't it a fearless sacrifice?

When Kebi was in a daze.

Marine and Pirates kept falling, and they only had determination in their eyes.

soon.

There are several vicious pirates approaching.

Coby's pupils contracted.

The legs took a step back.

"This is the big pirate, this is the real battlefield...I can't do it anymore, my legs are shaking and I can't move."

His face was covered with cold sweat.

"impossible.

"It's impossible to beat these guys!"

Bellumebo knelt down on his knees, propping his hands on the uneven ice.

Kirby glanced back.

This guy.

Even more spineless than him?

"You think so too, don't you?"

"The guys here are all monsters! And the Rodin Pirates have only sent one person now, which has created such a power.

Belumebo pouted his buttocks and looked at Keby with a cat waist, his face extremely horrified: "This is not something that us rookies can participate in at all!"

"Let's run away!"

Bellumebo finally yelled loudly.

Yes.

As Garp's right-hand man.

He intends to act as a deserter.

Kebi turned his head, a little hesitant.

Seeing this, Bellumebo couldn't help scolding.

"are you an idiot?!"

"If we really fight here from now on, we won't be able to last even a second..."

at this moment.

"All..."

There was a tremor.

The two froze for a moment, then quickly looked outside the bay.

I see.

An incomparably huge shadow slowly came from outside the mist.

at the same time.

Mihoko on the ice pit.

With the knife rest in both hands in front, there was a slight trembling sound.

She is dyed Bloodline.

The jazz hat has long since fallen off, leaving only strands of hair flying back and forth.

And Hawkeye on the opposite side.

The same is not much better, there are even a few roads on the side according to the original

A world-class swordsman.

Still don't know how long he hasn't been injured.

neither knows.

During this period, how many times did they explode with Ultimate slashes!

burst out.

How much effort was blocked by others.

Mihoko smiled, very touching.

"It's time to end."

"The span of your strength is bigger than I imagined."

Hawkeye closed his eyes: "It's been a long time... I haven't fought like this before."

"Then block... the final blow of the swordsman!"

"call out!"

The two jumped up, their figures were as fast as lightning.

But this collision.

It is different from the previous burst.

It looks quite unpretentious like a superficial touch.

There is no storm.

Not too much noise.

But the real danger, I am afraid only two people know.

After a while.

When it lands again.

The faces of the two of them turned pale.

"Clang!!!"

Another knife.

the difference is.

This time there was not only a metal collision, but also a dull scratching sound.

"Crash!"

passionate.

Sprinkled the bottom of the pit.

The two took a few steps back until Tuan Qiqi got off at the edge.

now.

Messy hair.

With pale lips.

It all shows that they have reached the limit.

"You and your captain... in what form do you exist?"

Hawkeye raised his eyes.

The tone is extremely serious.

And his wine red clothes.

After the words were exported, it turned into fine powder and drifted into the air.

The blood-stained lean muscles were exposed.

"Xeon."

Mihoko looked directly at him.

half an hour.

Hawkeye smiled for the first time in this battle: "It's really an inimitable way..."

#B20....

Climb to new heights with your captain.

The two are in the last blue and white light.

The breath fell silent.

"it's over?"

"How about winning or losing? Hawkeye won't lose, right? That's the most bloody thing in our Jiantian!"

"If you lose. Doesn't the Rodin regiment have the world's number one swordsman? This..."

"It's not the captain, it's terrible."

"So what's the end?"

Maybe win or lose.

In the eyes of others, it is a bit blurred.

But in the eyes of high-level people, there is already a judgment.

Moby Dick.

From the beginning to the end, Whitebeard's gaze never left the two of them.

"A new era?"

Say it.

He looked again at Sengoku on the execution platform.

Coincidentally.

Sengoku also set his sights on him.

off stage.

"Such a level... really surprised the old lady. y

"Strength has nothing to do with gender."

Akainu's eyes flickered: "But the result...is really unexpected.

"Plus, it's a great opportunity, isn't it?"

Fujitora heard the words.

Facing him sideways, he nodded slowly and said: "The old man knows.

talking.

He stepped on the clog on his right foot.

The figure spanned hundreds of meters in an instant, and came to the sky where the two of Mihoko were fighting.

He pulled out his stick and knife and swung it down resolutely.

"Shoot!"

The knife fell in half.

Then he was intercepted in mid-air by the western sword with the fragrance of roses.

"Marine, that's not the way to take advantage of being cheap."

Vista grinned.

But then.

His eyelids trembled again.

I saw the green bull on the top five.

After a stretch.

Get up from the chair.

Then the figure disappeared in place.

Immediately afterwards.

Dozens of thick vines actually extended from the ice.

writhing.

Like a blood vessel, until it explodes completely at 0.8!

"call!!!"

The wind tore.

The vine tentacles curled up and swung fiercely towards the ice meteor zone.

Just at this critical moment.

Several streaks of sharp yellow coarse sand rolled down from the air.

A sharp spin.

It turned into a high sand wall, and the ten vines slammed into each other hard.

At the cost of consuming the front end.

broke in smoothly.

But then.

The black and yellow vines twitched, as if being ravaged by invisible threads.

Finally, it shattered and fell on the ice.

"call!"

A streak of gravel turned into a figure and condensed on the sand wall.

It was a woman in a black fur coat.

She smoked a cigar.

Just about to hit.

But the movement suddenly froze, snorted and took it back.

And behind her.

Mihoko was nowhere to be seen.

Immediately afterwards.

A pointed leather shoe also fell on the sand wall, and Dover, who was wearing a pink outfit, had his hands in his pockets.

Laughed wantonly.

"Xixixixi. Is Marine still slowly suppressing the big names? The pressure is too small, but it won't work.

"So, here we go...a real feast of death!".