It's really fast!

Sith's eyebrows trembled, Shanks' attack was completely as expected. If he didn't take action in this situation, then he wouldn't be him.

But this speed is much faster than he expected, and the angle is much more tricky.

The body bent down slightly, and the blade opened the Sith's domineering back. The faint dark scales sparked from the scratch and cracked towards the surroundings.

Blood splashed, and Shanks almost could have severely damaged the Sith.

With his knife closed and his body was short, Sith rotated in the air, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Shanks' knee.

The cold light on the blade was sad. If the knife was cut firmly, it would be more powerful than stabbing Shanks in the chest.

Shanks narrowed his eyes, the difficulty of the enemy was beyond his imagination. He knew the intention of Sith's attack. He wanted to limit his movement by attacking his knees. It was really a cruel and vicious attack method.

Vague!

The sword light turned, and the slender blade was as flexible as his hands.

With a stinging sound, the air roared violently as the blade passed by.

clang!

Two long swords were pressed together in the air, red and black clashed, thunder vibrated, and dense lightning scattered like a burst of spring water.

Hunting is hunting, and the weird attack method makes the Sith feel a little ineffective.

A sound like glass shattered in the air, and the black band of light shattered in the air. Sith was knocked out with a knife, and another narrow wound was added near his chest.

It doesn't matter. He didn't know how much injuries he suffered today. Like many people in the Navy, what he did is often just one breath.

The long sword was tightly tied up, and before Shanks could breathe a sigh of relief, a murderous aura came from behind him.

The black fist hit his chest. He couldn't count on a sword light to hold Cap for a long time, right?

Is he too much looking down on himself or too much looking down on Cap?

"Trouble!"

I sighed in my heart, and the sea emperor felt a burst of pain on his forehead.

The darkness surged around him, holding Sith's body again, carrying a tremendous force, and he once again launched an attack on Shanks.

On the ground, Shanks was not just the one who had a headache. Doflamingo also felt extremely headache, and the veins on his forehead were even bulging.

The strength of the Navy was really beyond his imagination. It vaguely suppressed the Red-Haired Pirates, the Remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Blackbeard Pirates.

If we do not intervene, the Navy may be able to leave two four emperors today.

Thinking of this, the fine sweat unconsciously slid down from his forehead.

This is really not good news for him, or rather, not good news for all pirates.

After killing the two four emperors, it is not difficult for him to imagine how powerful the navy's power will soar, change offense and defense, continue to dominate the new world, and the pirates will no longer be the ones in the protracted war. Since this is the case, the Seven Warriors Sea used as a balance will lose its original position.

Once the liquidation began, he did not think he would be missed by the Navy. Even if he was a native of Yuan Tianlong, he even held some unknown secrets in his hand.

The person who takes the blame for the most is the person who takes the initiative to withdraw from the battle, and he is also the person who tries to watch naval jokes. He has done everything and wants to spend it safely without being hated. What jokes are you kidding? He is not so naive. He is trying to stab the knife in the back and regain this game. This is the adult world.

Repaying grudges with kindness, and looking at each other at a glance, things that can still be friends will only appear in fairy tales.

His narrow eyes were scanning left and right under the sunglasses, and he was clenched under the mask of smiling face. This was not for others, but for himself.

He turned his head and nodded slightly. Hawkeye and Moria stood beside him.

"I've lost my companion, everyone."

Holding a thread in his hand, he thorned it and disappeared from the spot, holding a light red phone worm in his hand.

...

With the Western sword in his hand, Shanks pressed hard with his right hand and suddenly pressed down towards Cap, turned away from the gap, then pulled the knife and turned around, pressing the blade in Sith's hand with a knife.

The shadow flowed upstream along the blade, and two slender tentacles penetrated Shanks' eyes.

With his spine bent down and avoiding the tentacles, he actually felt that he had reached the end of his strength.

The black fist hit from the left, and in a hurry, he had no choice but to hide.

Bang!

The sharp fist tore his shirt to pieces and flew backwards from the air.

He felt his lungs shattered by Cap's punch, and he coughed out the blood mixed with a little bit of internal organs.

"Ahem."

A huge crater was smashed out on the ground, and Shanks leaned over and crawled out of it. He was in a mess, his clothes were like a beggar.

What is elegance? It is called elegance when you are alive. If a person is gone, no matter how well you wear a suit, it is not called elegance.

"Lt. General Cap, are you determined to fight me to the death? We just want to end this war."

Shanks roared, his right hand trembled a little. He might not be the opponent of the two of them. He was defeated today and miscalculated the situation. The Navy's losses were not as heavy as he thought, at least not as heavy as he wanted to bow to the pirates.

On the contrary, the pirates' situation was not very good. The Whitebeard Pirates had sixteen teams, except for Sachi and Ace, and the fourteen captains, each of them were masters, but not one or two people who finally left the battlefield.

There is also Blackbeard. Although the Blackbeard Pirates also attracted a lot of firepower, it is completely impossible for them to follow the instructions and advance and retreat together with the Whitebeard Pirates. Not to mention cooperation, they will drag them back from time to time.

This is an alliance that is even less reliable than the Navy and the Seven Warlords Sea.

According to the plan, he should have made the finale, turned the tide, and won praise by relying on his face. Why did this turn out to be like this?

He gritted his teeth and was pretending that he wanted to make himself appear stronger. He must not fall here. In order to balance, to prevent the new world and the sea from falling into the hands of the navy, and to make the wheels of history rotate according to his arrangement, this world must not be without him.

He held the knife in his right hand and supported himself. He was betting that Cappu and Sith would never dare to exchange their lives for their own lives.

Inadvertently, the darkness around me became a little richer again, and the sound inside was a little quiet, as if someone was lying on his shoulder and whispering.
Chapter completed!