"Bell Bell !!"

Zoro wore a turban, and the black suit on his body had long since been taken off, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body.

"Three knife streams, cow ghosts !!"

"Bell!"

Rakshasa's scimitar was pitch black, and one could withstand Sauron's three knives.

"Domineering? So what, you don't think that with this kind of ethereal domineering blessing, you can fight me!? Three-knife stream imp! ”

Sauron's strength did not decrease, and he continued to push forward, but he could not break through the pitch-black scimitar.

"I'm the one who wants to become the world's number one swordsman, how can I lose to you here! Oh!! ”

"Survey!"

The strength skyrocketed, and the Rakshasa wrist exerted force, and the two of them were shaken apart.

"How is that possible?"

At that moment, Zoro's ethereal armament color was unexpectedly a little thicker, and the concentration of black airflow had at least doubled, and it was almost close to the point of condensation.

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Rakshasa finally took a serious look at Zoro.

"You little devil ... Is it progress in battle? ”

Zoro glanced at the sword in his hand, and his talent as a swordsman began to show.

"Got a trick ... If that's the case... ”

He put the two knives in his hand into their scabbards, took the word "Tao in his mouth" in his hand, and pointed at the rakshasas.

"Hey. with a scimitar. ”

Sauron grinned, and black air jets spurted and wrapped around the sword.

"Again."

Rakshasa dropped the scabbard and half-crouched, which was the most convenient center of gravity for the scimitar.

"Little ghost, give you twenty years, maybe you can catch up with me, but now, with your immature domineering, what can you do?"

Zoro also bent down and put the Kazuchi text into the scabbard, but his hands did not leave the scabbard and the hilt.

"Whew..."

Rakshasa tightened the handle of his sword.

"Iai?"

Sure enough, Sauron exhaled and spoke.

"A knife to live together."

"Hugh!"

Rakshasa's eyes widened.

"So fast!"

In an instant, Zoro appeared behind him, and the words of the Tao were already unsheathed and returned, and the armed color on his body was a little thicker again, and his arms were faintly covered.

"Lion Song."

Rakshasa looked at the black knife in his hand, he blocked it just now, but the feeling of the shock surprised him.

"Progress again!?"

Immediately after, Zoro held the demon sword Oni Toru III, turned around and closed his eyes to breathe, and the two knife handles were staggered in front of him.

"The two knives live together...

Rakshasa turned around angrily and slashed out a crescent sword aura.

"Shall I be a whetstone!? Then let me see if you have what it takes! ”

Sauron opened his eyes suddenly, and the domineering aura in his arm began to condense.

"Rashomon !!"

"Boom!"

The Rakshasa sword qi was slashed and exploded, setting off thick smoke.

"Blocked!? No way! Just with his domineering!? ”

"Whew!!"

The sound of rotation came from the thick fog, the smoke blew away, and Suo Cheng Xin bit the word of the Tao, and the ghost and the handle of the Tianmu knife collided together, and spun rapidly, and... Three knives have turned black.

"Hawkeye...

He recalled the scene when he was defeated by Hawkeye, and he was defeated in this last move.

Now, he has grown up and has a different perception of this trick.

"Three Knife Streams!"

The Rakshasa also burst out with all its strength, and the domineering on the black scimitar has a tendency to turn purple, which is the expression of the condensation of the armed color to the extreme.

"Hell Mystery!"

The two rushed to each other and shouted the name of the trick at the same time.

"Three Thousand Worlds !!"

"Dead Scythe !!"

"Huh!"

The figures were staggered, and both of them maintained the movement of wielding knives.

"Poof."

Another scar was added to Rakshasa's face, and blood was rushing.

He turned and looked at Zoro.

"Your talent, indeed... Unfortunately, it's just a little bit. ”

After saying that, a long and deep scar appeared on Zoro's chest, and blood splattered five meters.

"Poof."

He stuck two knives in his hand into the ground, supporting his body from falling, and gasped for air in his mouth.

"Still... Doesn't it work... ”

He didn't answer Rakshasa's words, but was recalling the knife of Hawkeye, and the current three thousand worlds were still not enough to compete with that knife.

The Rakshasa scimitar shone with a cold light and gathered overhead.

"As a swordsman, I recognize you, but my opponent, only Simmons, will give you a good time, and in the next life, I will have the fate to fight again."

"Hugh!"

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and it goes straight to Sauron.

"Smack."

Zoro slashed Rakshasa with a backhand.

"Do you still have the strength? But it's just a stubborn resistance. ”

Zoro straightened up and turned, the scar on his chest still bleeding, his face a little pale.

"If three knives weren't enough... Let's have a little more. ”

Rakshasa shook his head.

"I'm starting to talk nonsense...

Before he could finish speaking, he was shocked.

"That's ... What is it.. ”

Sauron's whole body was surrounded by a gray air current, it was not an armed color, but a kind of momentum! A momentum that condenses into a substance!

In this current, Sauron became three heads and six arms, each with a knife in his mouth and in his hand.

"Ghost spirit, nine knife flow... Asura!! ”

The three heads raised and looked at the rakshasas, even the old and spicy rakshasas couldn't help but take a step back.

"You... What the hell is it!? ”

Zoro is now in a state of delirium, and his armament color has not been used, or it can no longer be used, and he is fighting completely on instinct.

"Nine Knife Flow...

"Hugh!"

The Rakshasa didn't even have time to raise his sword before Sauron had already completed his attack.

"A fog of silver."

The Rakshasa child's hole turned up, and his voice was hoarse.

"This... What is it... Tricks.. ”

Sauron muttered with his head bowed behind him.

"To endure suffering and not to get tired of it is the way of Shura... Nine knife streams, a fog of silver. ”

"Smack."

The scimitar in Rakshasa fell, and the whole person fell, without an exaggerated spurt of blood, but blood continued to ooze from under him.

Zoro also closed his eyes and returned to normal, three knives fell, and he fell to the ground.

"Stomp, stomp."

The sound of footsteps came, and the white suit had turned blood red, but Flory's scimitar was not stained with a trace of blood, but the blade was more bewitching.

He looked at the fallen Rakshasa and walked over to Sauron, sighing with emotion.

"Nine Knife Flow... Roronoa. Zoro, that's amazing, it seems that my worries are unnecessary, and I can't do it again. ”

He helped Sauron put away his sword, then carried him, and when the battle was over, the surrounding earthen walls disappeared, and Albedo kept an eye on the battle.

Behind Flory was Jakes, whose arms had been cut off and lay in a pool of blood.

"Chirp!"

Two rock slimes emerge from the ground and stagger at Flory's feet.

"Are you taking him away?"

"Chirp!"

The Slim jumped a little higher to show certainty, and Flory didn't hesitate to place Sauron on the heads of the two rock slimes.

"Take him to Marko's."

“o o”

In the blink of an eye, Slim retreated with Sauron on his shoulder, and along the way, Albedo's earthen walls were also helping to clear the way and protect Sauron from being attacked.

Flory watched the overlord color collide in the sky, twisted his neck, and turned towards the secondary battlefield.

"Today, it's the night of the Bloody Massacre again."