"What a crazy swordsmanship!"

Even Hawkeye, who was watching the battle from the side, couldn't help but say that Zhuo Luo's sword was different from the swords of other swordsmen he had seen, even if it was the first time he had seen such a swordsmanship.

"Yes!"

Limp chimed in.

Mihawk looked to the side, he didn't know when the man was standing next to him, he looked ordinary, but his instincts told him that the man in front of him was dangerous.

Mihawk remained silent, still watching the battle in front of him.

"Are you his companion?"

Also looking at the battle of Zoro, Limpu thought for a moment:

"Sort of!"

Sort of, what kind of answer is that? Yes, no, no, forget it, these are not the places he cares about.

"Why not stop him? You should also know that this man can't win me at the moment, no, even if he wins Lucar, it may not be sexual! ”

Mihawk continued.

"Well, I know, and Zoro himself knows!"

Limpu replied quietly.

"So why ......"

"It's just a stupid insistence!"

A sucker...... Is it?

I have to say that Lucar can be a disciple of Hawkeye Mihawk, and his talent is naturally needless to say, and he has a deep understanding of swordsmanship.

Just looking at this case, Zhuo Luo is at a disadvantage, and there is no possibility of winning at all.

However, he is a Zoro......

"Do you want to gamble?"

Limp looked at Mihawk.

"Bet on what?"

"Bet that Zhuo Luo can win against your disciple!"

Mihawk looked at Linmp, the situation in front of him was obvious to all, Zhuoro was on the suppressed side, although his strength was also recognized by Mihawk, but after all, there was still some distance from Lucar.

Why, why did Zoro win?

"Interesting, I'd like to see what else this Zoro is capable of!"

Linpu smiled.

As you can see, this Zoro is the person you recognize, and even more so the person that Limp recognizes, recognizing his qualifications as the otherworldly isotope of that 'Zoro'.

Zoro didn't know that Limp and Mihawk had already gambled on him, he just kept swinging his sword, kept swinging his sword, he was going to keep going, he couldn't stop here.

"I can't afford to lose here!"

A heavy sword, but still easily blocked by Lucar, Lucar parried Zhuoluo's sword, he recognized Zhuoluo's strength, but it did not mean that Zhuoluo could win him.

In fact, according to the general development, if you want a swordsman of Zhuo Luo's strength, the victory and defeat should have been divided early, but I don't know why he hasn't been able to end it until now.

Although he dodged or cracked Zhuo Luo's sword again and again, he was chased and beaten by Zhuo Luo again and again, and the rhythm of the battle was always in Zhuo Luo's hands, and he was too passive.

It's not that he doesn't want to take the initiative, but he wants to take the initiative but can't, as if he is being suppressed...... Myself.

Why is this happening?

No, you can't go on like this, the master is watching from the side!

Fight back!

Mihawk frowned, Lucar's rhythm didn't know why it was suddenly messed up, and seeing Lucar start to fight back against Zoro, Mihawk suddenly realized.

I see!

Although Zhuo Luo's swordsmanship is not as good as Lucar, Lucar is not as good as Zhuo Luo in terms of momentum, and it is completely different from Zhuo Luo's momentum of fighting hard from the rivers and lakes and honing one sword after another.

Although Lucar has his own master, who is known as the strongest swordsman, and his own talent is quite high, he was finally seized by Zhuo Luo in actual combat.

Having said that, Mihawk didn't have the slightest worry, and even felt that this could give Lucar an experience effect and let Lucar know his own shortcomings.

However, that doesn't mean Lucar will lose to Dzoro.

Perhaps Lucar found a flaw and began to look for opportunities to counterattack, and finally started his first sword.

The rapier was provoked by Lucar in front of Zoro's eyes, and then went straight to Zoro like lightning, as fast as a thunderbolt of lightning.

"Chase the electricity!"

The real deal!

This sword didn't even react to Zhuo Luo, and in the blink of an eye, it had already pierced into Zhuo Luo's chest.

Mihawk also smiled, the winner has been decided!

No, it's not!

Zhuo Luo didn't survive, even if the details pointed to his heart, he was still moving, this sword was not that Zhuo Luo couldn't react, but he didn't intend to react at all.

He had this result in mind from the very beginning!

Fight to the death!

And Lucar had already been stunned by Zoro's deathless behavior, and Drow's sword fell on him without question, blood splattered everywhere, and they all died together?

No, Lucar fell, and Zoro was still standing.

A sword that pulls out the heart, and only a little bit of the heart will be pierced.

Zoro stood in front of Mihawk and looked at Mihawk, obviously Zoro didn't plan to finish yet, he wanted to continue to challenge Mihawk, even if he was now seriously injured.

"I'll tell you!"

Linpu smiled.

Mihawk looked at the bloody man in front of him solemnly, for the first time he had such expectations for a backward swordsman, this man might really be able to become a great swordsman.

"Are you dying?"

That's right, if the sword just now was a little more offset, and a little deeper, Zhuo Luo would definitely die, not to mention pursuing a stronger path.

"I'd rather die than stagnate here!"

Drowrow's words were unwavering.

Is victory or defeat more important than life or death?

Mihawk looked at Zoro, and he finally smiled:

"I'm sorry, I said that you are a little ghost who is not self-sufficient, I take back this sentence, you are a rare and strong man!"

Then he took the crosssword behind him.

"Next, I'll use this world's strongest black sword, are you ready?"

Mihawk is finally about to fulfill Zoro's wish, which is a respect for a strong swordsman, and Zoro's actions have completely touched Mihawk's heart.

"I can't ask for it!"

Zoro smiled, finally ......

"This is the last!"

However, he has no strength, everything is put in the last move, is it a win? Still losing?

And her dreams, today finally have come to fruition!

Limpu stepped aside with interest.

Zhuo Luo's two swords were in front of him, his left hand was holding it in front of him, and his right hand was holding it backwards, and the hilt of the sword was connected to the hilt:

"Mystery!"

This is Zhuo Luo's strongest move, he bets everything on this sword, whether he wins or loses, just after this sword.

Mihawk held the crosssword in his hand, and the whole person rushed towards Zoro, swinging the sword!

"One cut in two days!"

Stagger!

Outcome...... How is it?

The sword was broken, and Zhuo Luo's two swords were broken, but Zhuo Luo did not have any more scars on his body, it was Mihawk's men who showed mercy, after all, Zhuo Luo's injuries were serious enough, and he didn't want Zhuo Luo to die now.

"I lost!"

Maybe the others couldn't see what was happening, but Zhuo Luo knew that he had already lost, he didn't have a temper at all, he was convinced, and he also saw the height of the world's strongest swordsman.

Limp is not surprised, the current Zoro is far from being Mihawk's opponent.

Zhuo Luo put the sword into the sheath, everything was over, his dream of working hard for more than ten years turned out to be so ridiculous, and the strongest swordsman in the world turned out to be so out of reach.

"How?"

Mihawk was stunned for a moment, because Zoro was facing him like a large font, such an unguarded posture.

Zoro looked at Mihawk:

"The sympathy of the enemy on the battlefield is a disgrace to the swordsman!"

Obviously, Zoro was clear about Mihawk's affection, but he didn't need to.

Mihawk smiled, what an interesting man, he didn't expect to meet such an interesting person when he came to such a remote place, abiding by his own kendo.

On this road, the man named Zhuo Luo in front of him walked farther than his disciple Lucar.

"Name!"

Mihawk's questioning meant that Zoro had officially come into his sights.

"Loya Dzoro!"

Very well, Mihawk did not hesitate to swing his sword, this time with respect for a man who possesses the arrogance of a swordsman. The sword slashed through Zoro's body, blood splattered, and Zoro fell.