“Huh…huh…”

Doflamingo couldn't help but breathe heavily, and the sweat from his forehead burst into a tiny turbid current, and his eyes were full of cruelty when he looked at the Sith.

They are all companions in a trench and dogs of the world government. Why is he so cruel that his hands can be broken as soon as possible?

His eyes were cast through the dust rising, and he was in the direction of Shanks falling.

Shanks held his body with a knife and struggled to stand up from the ground. His originally white shirt seemed to have been washed away by blood.

Originally, the Emperor of the Sea was unable to stop his injury, and he was injured one after another, causing himself to be injured all over, and his condition was very bad.

He raised his eyes, bloodshot on the whites of his eyes, and his eyes were tightly clotted. He was like a wounded beast, his muscles tightened.

His feeling was very sharp. Although the distance was constant, the murderous aura did not dissipate at all. Wilson Sith was still targeting him. That guy would not give up easily. Even if the five old stars ordered the end of the war, that guy might have a knife on him.

Wilson Sith is such a person, he can feel it.

Compared to the rules and constraints set by others for him, they want to set rules themselves for others to abide by. Like Tic, they are the kind of people and have that kind of ambition.

Shanks was highly focused, and the knuckles of his right hand kept wandering on the hilt.

He was waiting, and in this world, there was no flawless attack. As long as Sis was willing to shoot, he could find the flaw and he would give him a fatal blow at that moment.

Doflamingo retracted his gaze and looked red-haired in good condition.

With a sneer in his mouth, he paid such a great price. If the red hair had an accident, he would have really lost his grandma's house.

Red hair must live and live well, not only for the balance of the world, but also for the trouble to that bastard.

The two sides have formed a mortal enemy. Do you still expect them to look at each other and turn swords into jade?

The world of adults is not that simple. If there is no sufficient interest, it can really turn war into jade?

The interests of the Red Hair Pirates may be consistent with the Navy at some point, but they will never be consistent with that guy, Doflamingo believes a little bit.

They had to fight, disrupt the storm of the world, give him time and a chance to avenge the broken arm.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

Besides, he sold such a big favor to Hongfa and even put one in his arm. Could it be that Hongfa shouldn't he repay him well?

One hand is nothing, the key is that this is a good time for the Don Quixote family to reach out to the red-haired territory.

His eyes swept around, and he shouted with a fierce face:

"The war is over, the world government ordered that the war is over."

Stand in place, the navy around was a little unmoved, fighting and fighting. After a day, they were already familiar with the pungent smell of blood.

His fierce eyes were staring at the face of the Warring States Period.

"Don't you answer the phone? The war is over, and that's the order of the Five Old Stars."

"snort."

Warring States Period groaned, a ball of hot air spurted out of its nostrils. It pressed its right hand on the phone worm handed over by its subordinates, and refused to lift the microphone for a long time.

"Hurry, Sith, hurry up, kill the red hair, and after today we will never... no."

His eyes closed and he looked up towards the sky.

"It's not us, it's me. After today, I will never have a chance. This era of great pirates has risen in my hands and should have ended in my hands."

"What are you waiting for?" Doflamingo emphasized his tone and urged the Warring States of Buddha.

The cold eyes swept over, and the Warring States Period did not give him a good look.

"Are you going to teach me how to do things?"

Suddenly, Doflamingo was a little stuck.

"Today's navy is really angry. Could it be that this is the hardening of the waist? No wonder the five old stars suddenly said they wanted to weaken the navy."

No one knows what political sucking things Doflamingo is thinking about, only knows that the Sith has a little time.

The dark silk threads squeezed on the Sith incredibly densely, mixed with the fine gray-black scales. There is always a kind of moving magic, which is a kind of incomplete and terrifying beauty.

With his right hand, the dark flames were pushed back by a powerful stance, and an unparalleled force burst out from the Sith's body. Following the sword's momentum, it was like a bone-eroding wind, and it was pressed down towards Mihawk.

Bang!

The big sword raised flat, blocking the Sith's slash head-on.

That is the strongest knife in the world, the character "Tian" with a chaotic blade, the twelve techniques of the supreme fast sword, the black knife·ye.

If Victor was here, he might be crying happily. Being able to fight a famous sword of this level was a dream he had not realized for a long time.

The corner of Sith's mouth was extremely secretly filled with a faint smile.

A mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals. Water is not deep, but it is spiritual if there are dragons.

The long sword in his hand, Cang, probably can follow him this time, and although it may not be a good reputation, no matter what, he finally took the first step to become famous, right?

He couldn't let him think too much. He swung the long sword, and the Sith swung faster and faster. Every time he fell from the sky, he was a leverage. The huge power even made Hawkeye feel numb. He was a swordsman, and he was not a warrior who was swinging a sledgehammer at any time and smashing down without any technical content. Who are you bullying?

The floor between the feet was broken, the wet soil was revealed, and the rotating and divided sword energy cut one trace after another on the ground.

Pressing down Mihawk, Sith jumped with the force, the shadow pulled up his body, and raised his left hand, and a huge black fireball was pulled out of the shadow by him.

"Burning shield·Storming!"

The flames burned and twisted the space, darkness surged, half-blocked, and followed by two black snakes with giant teeth.

Time is so tight that he has no time to keep entangled with Mihawk and caught him off guard. Fighting with such a master, it is definitely not something that can be solved in a short while.

The shadow pulled his body like a feather arrow, shooting towards Shanks with a murderous intent.

The sights of the two intertwined in the air.

As he got closer, he could see Shanks' tiny hairs fluttering in the wind, and Shanks could also see the blood-filled scales on his body.

Both of them placed their hands tightly on the knife, and their energy and spirit were lifted to their peak as much as possible.
Chapter completed!