Chapter 113: Fighting

Black Knife Night-

One of the twelve craftsmen of the "Supreme Great Fast Knife", the "night" of the chaotic blade is heavy with a T-word, known as the "world's strongest black knife". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"That knife is the strongest symbol."

Ye Qiong looked at Mihawk, who was standing steadily on the boat in the wind and waves, and was speechless for a while.

"Boss, do you really want to fight him?"

King Wu looked at him strangely.

"Why not." Ye Qiong chuckled, "Any swordsman who sees him can't help but fight him. ”

The sword has always been a killing weapon, and if you practice swordsmanship for a long time, your momentum will become sharp and sharp.

When the swordsmen meet, they all want to have a hearty swordsmanship game.

"You don't have to make a move, don't move here."

After Ye Qiong finished speaking, he grabbed the void with his palm, the handle of the knife was held in his hand for no reason, and the snow fell like a bright moonlight from the void, and with a smooth wave, the surrounding rain was cut off by Qi Qi.

He leaped forward, built a space block in the air, jumped a few assisted stepping points, and quickly approached the boat where Mihawk was, and his figure gradually blurred in the wind and rain.

"A meeting of swordsmen?" Tiger said solemnly.

"There's a good show to watch now." King Wu grinned and urged the surrounding pirates, "I can't see clearly, bring the ship closer." ”

"Big brother...... Forget it. The pirates wept with sad faces.

"If you don't want to be affected, stay here." Bai Xue said calmly, directly turning into a hell wolf, the silver wolf hair was shiny, and the black flames that couldn't even be extinguished by rain rose on his hands and feet, and rushed over there by stepping on the void.

"If you care about the boss, just say it." The black king said with a snort, but also asked the pirates to back the ship again.

The rain was pouring and the wind was howling.

Ye Qiong quickly approached the boat where Mihawk was, the boat was boxy, a bit similar to the coffin of the previous life, Mihawk stood steadily on the boat, like an eagle's eyes shining coldly, quietly watching the sudden comer.

"'Demon' Ye Qiong?" Mihawk asked in a sharp tone, his sharp gaze sliding from Ye Qiong's face to the snow in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me." Ye Qiong was slightly surprised, narrowed his eyes and said, "I've admired your name for a long time, Hawkeye Mihawk." ”

"You've been out of the limelight during this time, and you've got a bounty worth a billion dollars, so it's hard not to be remembered. It's just that a man like you is here in the East China Sea. Mihawk said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you also in the East China Sea?" Ye Qiong said with a smile, "The new world is in chaos now, and I don't plan to wade into this troubled water so quickly. ”

Mihawk's gaze fell on the snow falling in Ye Qiong's hand again, and said in a deep voice, "You are also a swordsman, this time for those pirates to come over?" ”

"Of course not, I came here this time, but I just want to fight you." Ye Qiong said calmly, caressing the falling snow, like picking up a round of autumn water.

His undisguised fighting spirit climbed steadily, and soon he was approaching a peak!

"Oh?" Mihawk was slightly surprised, his pupils contracted slightly, and the momentum on his body was surging, so that the surrounding rain was all bunched.

"Let's go over there."

Ye Qiong pointed to the direction of the three ships that had been heavily damaged.

With strong winds and waves and no islands, it is the best choice to use three abandoned ships as a battlefield.

"Yes." Mihawk nodded, he couldn't ask for this kind of fight.

The three ships were connected by iron chains, and the other intact surviving ship, with the help of King Wu and others, successfully broke away, away from the battlefield that was about to usher in the baptism of swords and swords, and looked at each other at a distance of nearly fifty meters.

The snow hung above the sky, and the heat of the fire had completely evaporated before the rain touched the surface, and her silver eyes shone with a cold glow, staring at the two standing on the slightly sloping deck.

"An opponent like you is worthy of the black knife behind me."

Mihawk grabbed the handle of the delicate cross behind him, and pulled it forward, and in a sonorous way, the black knife with a pure black blade and a faint and cold glow stood in front of him, and the huge long knife gave people a very impactful power with a height close to a person.

"I, Jorakol Mihawk, wield the Black Knife Night!" Mihawk said in a deep voice.

Ye Qiong's eyes were blazing, caressing the snow, the snow-white and smooth blade trembled slightly, and the groan was crisp.

"I-Ye Qiong, the knife in my hand is falling for snow."

Today, the night stream has reappeared in the world, and it is time to exert its due strength.

It's a pity that there is one person who can't see this scene anymore.

Ye Qiong sighed secretly, the snow-falling blade was wrapped with the domineering color of the armed color, and the inky black luster was fully rendered.

"Let me show you the original knife skills of this black knife in your hand - overnight!"

Ye Qiong condensed his breath and struck, and the snow fell and swung forward, and an inky black knife shot out like lightning, and countless rains along the way burst out, and they were directly torn apart by the heavy knife!

The black knife shone in the air, making Mihawk's eyes light up slightly, and at the same time, the black knife in his hand couldn't stop trembling.

Why does this knife skill make the black knife resonate with it?

Mihawk didn't have time to think about it, holding the black knife in both hands, he swung it down hard, and a fierce slash emerged and rushed out, and the terrifying sword pressure made the surrounding rain empty in an instant.

The pale cyan sword tugged at the long birdsong that tore through the air, and collided violently with the sword like black lightning in the air.

The deck was shattered in an instant, and the wind and rain were pulled out of shape.

A bolt of lightning pierced the heavy black cloud.

The sky roared, collapsing as if the sky was mighty.

The Great War is imminent!

The two approached, obeying the fighting intent in their hearts, and fought with their sword skills in close quarters!

The two of them fought directly with superb swordsmanship at a superior speed, in the wind and rain!

Simple and rude direct, no evasion, no procrastination, some are just in line with the mood of pleasure!

The light of the sword exchange kept flickering, and the crisp sound of gold and iron continued to resound.

The terrifying slash of the black knife was coercive and fierce, unreasonable, and it shattered most of the ship's hull with one blow!

The black knives that burst out of the snow were sharp and cold, and they shredded the entire cabin below the deck in an instant!

The center of the battlefield between the two was like a small eye of the storm, with dazzling swords and a dull air riot.

Even the people on the surviving ship of the fifty-meter battle could feel the tremor and chill in their hearts, and they could only lock their shocked and admiring eyes more and more onto the battle situation, and they were full of energy, and they didn't dare to breathe a little.

"Why doesn't the boss use his abilities?" King Wu wondered.

"You are stupid, you have said that in a duel with swordsmanship, how can you use your ability as an advantage." Lang Taiyi looked at King Wu with disdain, then looked at the battlefield, and said with emotion, "This kind of strong swordsmanship game battle, but it's hard to see." ”

"Is this their real strength?" Smoker muttered to himself, staring at the battle and clenching his fists hard.