Chapter Thirty-Five: Fighting Jot

In this way, a puff of white smoke drifted through the sky, and Xiang Han and Smoka soon came to the ship. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It seems that this guy Dicki really didn't leave! Diamond fruit is indeed attractive! Xiang Han chuckled.

"What should we do?" Smoka asked, puffing on his smoke.

"Hehe, how? Of course, it was the one who destroyed that guy's huge battleship first! I guess there wasn't much on board at this time! With that, Xiang Han swooped down from the air.

I only heard a "bang", and Xiang Han's heavy punch hit the corner of the boat.

The slight shaking disturbed the people in the boat, and in a moment, a strange guy appeared in front of Xiang Han.

I saw that this man was wearing a clown hat, with an extremely prominent nose, and a long tongue that spit out from time to time, which made people sick and bored when they saw it.

Carrying the flask, the man laughed: "Are you Roger?" Oh,,,,, no, no, no, Roger I've fought and it's not that weak. ”

At this time, Smoka also flew down from the sky, "He is Buster, Jot, a LV6 war criminal who was rescued from prison by Blackbeard during the Top War. ”

"Have you ever fought him?" Xiang Han asked lightly.

"No, but the strength of a monster in that kind of place should definitely not be underestimated."

Smiling slightly, Xiang Han's fruit power immediately urged, and the extremely large battleship that docked also began to shake.

"Hey, that guy named Jot, is he ready to go to heaven? Ha ha! ”

"Piao Piao fruit? I'm not afraid! With that, the drunkard simply sat on the deck and let Xiang Hanhu come.

"In that case, don't blame me!" Suddenly, Xiang Han waved his right hand, wanting to lift the ship in its entirety.

Unfortunately, unexpectedly, the ship seemed to be under a strong oppression, making it unable to escape gravity, and it was too close to rise into the air.

The corners of his mouth were Yang, and Xiang Han nodded, "Not bad, not bad, this is what it looks like!" How about a punch from me? ”

Surrounded by armed colors, Xiang Han's iron fist was already hitting his body. It's just that the drunkard Jote still looks calm, doesn't move, and makes a confident appearance.

"Look what capital you have, arrogant in front of the enemy!"

However, when Xiang Han's iron fist hit this guy's flesh, he realized that the armed domineering around him disappeared in an instant.

While sighing in his heart, this guy's vajra nose had already penetrated his right shoulder.

The heart-rending pain hit his whole body, Xiang Han didn't dare to be careless, and when he saw and heard it, he forcibly avoided the next killing move.

Floating in mid-air, Xiang Han's clothes were already stained red with blood. On the side, Smoka was also dumbfounded.

"Did ,,,,,, lose in just one round? This is the strength of LV6 war criminals? "He was a little incredulous.

And at this moment, Xiang Han also quickly stopped the blood flowing out through the fruit. But even so, to be honest, as far as this blow is concerned, Xiang Han's combat power has already been lost by half.

Coughing dryly, Xiang Han looked at the ugly guy seriously, and wondered how to find his weakness.

"Looks like this monster is immune to the armed color, damn it!" Smoka on the side scolded fiercely.

Hearing this, Xiang Han shook his head slightly, "No one will be immune to armed color." ”

Suddenly, Xiang Han fell into a brief contemplation.

"Armed color, through the soul to wrap the limbs, and send a super attack. It is absolutely impossible to be immune! Could it be the fruit ability? No, no, no, fruit abilities will never interfere with mental power. If that's the case, it's only the anatomy of the body! So, since you can't touch it, it's better not to touch it! ”

So, at the next moment, Xiang Han began to change his tactics, wanting to consume the freak in front of him little by little.