Yasuo is not a fool, there are a lot of rebirth novels in the online literature industry, and he knows all kinds of routines with many years of experience. Since he can cross, then of course the indigenous characters of the One Piece world can also be reborn, he is just a little unlucky and meets a person whose strength is above him.

"What do you have to do with it?" Taking off the words in his mouth, Zoro smiled indifferently.

"You ......" Yasuo was about to say more, but was interrupted by a sudden splatter of blood from his neck, and he reached out in vain to cover the wound on his neck, but could not stop the loss of blood and strength.

"Goo, it's ......" struggled to speak, but the blood pouring up his throat and mouth blurred his voice. Yasuo's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Zoro's indifferent face, and he stretched out his hand to point at Zoro's knife weakly, his lips trembling slightly and pulling out an ugly smile.

"Goo... Ahem..."Before he could speak again, Yasuo stared at Sauron like that, his eyes full of disbelief and an inexplicable melancholy.

As a member of the world of pirates, he has experienced more than ten years of suffering, more than ten years of tempering, more than ten years of wandering, and more than ten years of anticipation, and before he has ushered in his own glory and legend, he is about to die in this East China Sea, which has been plagued by him for a long time.

The demonization on his body was gradually lifted, and Yasuo returned to the costume of a ronin swordsman, his legs limped and he fell to the ground on one knee, and the sword that never left his body was unable to hold it anymore, and fell to the ground with a thud.

His pale face, without a trace of blood, was slowly stained with death, and his hair did not turn back to black with the release of demonization, but was as gray as his complexion.

"Ha, is the reincarnation of heaven......

His eyes clouded, and Yasuo's mouth opened and closed to say something, but in the end, all that came out of his mouth was black and red blood, not the last words he wanted to confess.

Glancing at the distant blue sky with a little nostalgia, Yasuo's eyes lost the last trace of brilliance, and there was no life to be found in his body, and Yasuo, the ghost sword that shocked the East China Sea, died.

Zoro looked at Yasuo, who was half-kneeling and dead, but his mind was recalling his previous words.

"You can guess my secret, what is his origin?"

Zoro was a little curious about this, but he didn't care too much, after all, the ghost sword Yasuo was dead now, and the dead happened to be the existence that could keep the secret forever.

Wiping the saliva on the handle of the Kazuchi Writing Knife, Zoro somehow felt a little regretful in his heart: "It's a pity that I didn't come back sooner, otherwise I would have been able to prevent Guina's death." ”

Thinking of the childhood friend who agreed with him to become the world's number one swordsman, Zoro's eyes also flashed a little gloomy.

There was silence on his side, but the pirates who had lost their captain were panicking.

The captain who was invincible in their minds lost to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid, and was slashed by someone, and they were left behind.

The deputy captain of the Wind Pirates, that is, the strong man who reported the situation to Yasuo before, took the lead in escaping while everyone was still immersed in Yasuo's death, and the other pirates also hurriedly followed his pace after reacting.

There are more than 40 members of the Wind Pirates, and there are only more than 20 people left after this battle.

And no matter which one of them, they didn't want to avenge the captain and their companions or collect their bodies, so they just left them behind and ran for their lives!

On the other hand, the Toronto, although it did not take this opportunity to beat the water dogs, it also placed the injured partners properly, rushed to work for those who should work, sent those who should be treated for treatment, and helped to blind the eyes, and the division of labor was reasonable and clear.

The old captain also arranged his work at this time, and stepped forward and patted Sauron on the shoulder: "Sauron, thank you, thanks to you, we can live." ”

Eliminating a sea thief who was endangering all directions, and protecting a shipwright, what Sauron did was a good thing and something worth remembering.

Zoro nodded in response to his thanks, but was visibly absent-minded.

The old captain saw him staring straight at Yasuo's corpse, and thought that this was the first time he had plundered life with his own hands, and he was a little uncomfortable, and was about to relieve the other party, but he didn't want Sauron to walk directly to Yasuo's corpse.

Even though he was dead, Yasuo's eyes were still wide with anger, and the thick evil aura emanating from his body made the crew dare not approach, even if the other party was already a dead man with no life.

Zoro stepped forward and looked at Yasuo's face, remembering it. This is a man who knows his secrets, and may even have the same secrets as his, and deserves to be remembered by him.

Stretching out his hand, Zoro tried to close his eyes, but the moment his fingertips touched his eyelids, Yasuo's body turned to ashes, and the sea breeze gradually dissipated in front of him.

The outstretched hand paused slightly, and then withdrew indifferently.

Is this the end?

"It's a pity that such a big man died so environmentally friendly." The old captain saw this behind Sauron, shook his head and sighed, and turned away. He saw that Zoro wanted to stay alone for a while, so he simply left, anyway, it would be fine to leave him alone, the group of pirates were ready to slip away, and he had to keep an eye on the point to prevent them from making some small moves.

Rubbing the ashes from his fingertips, Zoro turned his head to look in the direction of the Wind Pirates, and then turned his gaze to Yasuo's saber on the ground, and made up his mind.

Picking up this unusual long knife with the scimitar he picked up anywhere, Zoro carefully admired the gorgeous long knife that was both beautiful and strong.

The forging process of this knife is obviously not the craftsmanship of the pirate world, there are not many fancy weapons like this in the pirate world, and the jaws, gauntlets, handle decorations and handles of this knife are very special, and the auspicious cloud-like structure makes them look more like accessories than accessories.

He didn't rush to reach out and touch this strange knife, because when the ghost sword Yasuo was undemonized before, Zoro could clearly see that under the other party's skin, something was faintly surging and merging into this knife, obviously this knife was not as simple as it seemed.

It's just that now it looks so ordinary, like an ordinary, famous knife that has survived a little gorgeous appearance, and has lost that bewitching and evil beauty.

Compared with the saber on his waist, the length still fits his own.

Stretching out his hand, Zoro did not hesitate at all, and directly grasped the hilt of the knife, wanting to take a closer look.

And just as Sauron's hand fully grasped the hilt, a surging momentum came from the hilt, and a piercing chill spread along his hand holding the knife to his whole body, as if to freeze his whole body.

At the same time, an indifferent voice sounded in his head:

"You, my Master?"