"Xiong, if you don't make a move, I will have to explain both here."

Klockdahl, who had no way out, had no choice and shouted loudly for the bear.

There is no way to retreat, and there are pursuers behind.

The bear gouged out his ears, pretended not to hear, and continued to look down at his shoes, so that he didn't want to stop Whitebeard, and the Crocodall couldn't believe it.

At a critical time, betraying himself, he will always keep this matter in his heart.

"Xiong, do you want to watch Lao Tzu die here?"

He was caught, and Whitebeard lifted his body and smashed it to the ground.

With this smash, the corners of his mouth were filled with blood, a tooth was shattered, and his eyes were full of pleading.

Whitebeard didn't pay attention to his pleading, lifted up, raised his body, exerted force, and smashed it hard.

"Boom."

The ground shook, as if it were an earthquake, and the force of this smash was presumably clear to Klockdahl.

Bleeding from the seven orifices, Crocodall held out a hand and asked for help.

"He won't make a move, from the moment you make a move, this result is already doomed, sand crocodile ghost, I can't imagine that you are still really ruthless and do it to your partner."

Pick it up, smash it down.

Whitebeard has always been so neat and tidy, and he doesn't give him a chance to speak.

Smash people, smash too much, it's addictive.

"See, he's still pretending not to know, so let's die."

Klockdahl refused to give up, at this time, could he escape from Whitebeard's palm and rely on the bear.

After smashing it a few times, his head was already dizzy and he couldn't stay calm and sober.

"Lao Tzu won't ......."

"Bang."

The ground continues to subside, and the crater grows larger and deeper.

Whitebeard lifted it up again, and took a good look at the sand crocodile in front of him, and he became embarrassed when he was arrogant.

Blood flowed from his nose and soiled the ground, but Klockdahl's eyes were still unruly.

He's staring, he's staring at himself.

"Be careful, little ghost."

"Bang."

The pirates around him couldn't bear to continue watching, it was too miserable.

You see, a good person is in the hands of his father, ruthlessly abused, and has no power to resist.

Think of how proud and arrogant he was when he came, and see who he was an enemy.

Now, feng shui takes turns.

That's how happy it was, smashing, smashing, smash

Blackbeard stared at the bear and gritted his teeth, he wanted to kill the bastard immediately.

"Won't you save him?"

Whitebeard was tired, put down Klockdahl's body, and smashed it lightly, another heavy blow.

"You feel free."

The bear no longer looked down at his shoes, raised his head, and said lightly.

A man who betrayed himself, he didn't want to come out and save him.

The moment he made his move, it said it all.

"Really? It seems that you are also ruthless, this person is very insidious, but he is your partner after all, do you really want to watch him die under Lao Tzu's knife? ”

Xiong shook his head: "If it's dead, it's dead, I don't care." ”

The indifferent attitude made Klockdahl scold: "Bartholomi Bear, how can you be like this, we said okay, you ......." ”

"Noise."

Whitebeard stepped down, stepped on Klockdahl's head, and continued to talk to the bear.

"The sea is big, and it's difficult to find a friend, what do you think?"

Xiong continued to shake his head and laughed, "Do I need friends?" ”

"Haha, haha." As if hearing a big joke, Whitebeard laughed.

"People need friends, and you are no exception, one person can't do it after all."

A person's journey is lonely and lonely.

Whitebeard remembered his past, that time alone, it was really miserable, very lonely, very lonely, very lonely.

At that time, he was empty, and he didn't know how to spend it.

The person in front of him is even worse than he was back then, with no friends, and he is alone, wandering alone in the endless sea.

"He, Lao Tzu won't kill him."

The conversation changed: "However, whoever challenges Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will charge something." ”

Looking down, a hand appeared in front of him, and he did not hesitate to lift the long knife and fell hard.

"Ahh

The cry of misery echoed through the forest and above the ocean.

Calm skies, the wind is coming.

Blowing up the mirror-like water level alarmed the flying birds.

The arm fell into the yellow sand, and red blood came out wildly, and at this rate, it was not certain that he would die from excessive bleeding.

Klockdahl's arm, under Whitebeard's long knife, split into two sections.

The hand, which is the left hand.

Whitebeard didn't ask for his right hand, which was very worthy of him.

"Now it's your turn."

The bear shook his head, blood, he had long been used to it.

"One hand, yes."

Crocodall offered a hand, blood flowed wildly, and he got up from the ground, his gloomy face without the smile he used to have.

He spun around, and finally fixed on Whitebeard's body, and his left hand, in a thought, turned into yellow sand, which dissipated with the wind.

"Whitebeard, Lao Tzu and you will never die."

"Hehe, little ghost, do you want to continue?"

His eyes were raised and he looked at his right hand, meaning, isn't one left hand enough?

"Hmph."

The angry Klockdahl had no impulse, turned his gaze to the bear, and did not speak.

The look in the eyes says it all.

He was very angry and wanted to scold at this moment, but he didn't say anything, turned around, and left in style.

The surrounding pirates didn't intercept him and let him go, and Daddy let him go, and they couldn't do that kind of thing in front of him.

There was a person left at the scene, and the bear was still here, and he stared at Whitebeard and smiled.

Although the smile was not very pretty, he did smile.

"He's gone, are you going to continue? Gremlin. ”

Domineering, this is Whitebeard's domineering, fighting so far, he is just panting slightly.

The long knife was stained with blood and became even colder.

A mess all around, the peaks of the mountains are broken, the rivers are disconnected, only temporarily.

The rivers were restored to their original state, but the mountain peaks were not.

"Definitely."

Life return reappeared, the bear's body changed, the momentum skyrocketed, and the battle was about to begin.

Whitebeard grabbed his long knife and did not hesitate to move directly.

"Drink."

The long knife slashed down, and with one slash, the ground parted.

The heavy momentum came towards him, and the bear raised his hand, blocking his long knife, raised his hand, and the pressure bombarded out.

Whitebeard dodged and his fist suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Drink."

The bear turned his palm into a fist, and the power frantically surged into his fist, attacking with all his might.

"Bang."

With a punch, holding on for a second, the bear flew out.

Landing, kicking, attacking.

Instead, he appeared behind Whitebeard's back and pressed down with his palm.

"Pressure field."

"Pressure cannon."

The attack has been completed in an instant, and the bear's move, by surprise, still has the effect.

Whitebeard was tricked and spat out a mouthful of blood, the first mouthful of blood he spat out.

(End of chapter)