"Let's go!"

After seeing all 8 players on board, Akainu raised his arm, and the warship set sail and sailed straight for the desert island.

And it's not just him, one of the five old stars, Izanbaron · V. Nasjuro Saint, with his ass wrapped in gauze, the look of Luqi,

As well as Sengoku, Karp and other high-ranking naval officials are also on board.

It is not a trivial matter for the general to fill the position, so the high-level who can manage things, one of them is here.

Two hours later,

The warship docked, and the contestants disembarked, but not all, but only the first pair.

Because the entire island was a battlefield, those who did not participate in the battle had to stay on the ship to watch the battle.

Cold empty eyes swept over,

The first contestants to land on the island are tall beauties with a proud figure and spider tattoos on their thighs, and the other is a dragon suit with a strong upper body and a hemp rod on the lower body.

"The opening of the miscellaneous fish, the finale of the strong?"

According to the breath, the strength of the two was roughly assessed, and Leng Kong suddenly lost interest, instead of watching rookies pecking each other, he might as well continue to study his big iron rod.

Sit cross-legged with your hands on the rod and palms facing up in a standard meditative position.

"Let me see if my previous conjecture is correct!"

"Haha."

The eyes were closed, and at the same time, the battle spirit and momentum were all released,

Whew

A strong wind suddenly blew around the ship, and the huge waves roared, and the momentum of the endless sea of blood leaked out of the cold space, and finally dyed the heavens and the earth scarlet.

Feel it up close, and the impact is even greater!

The people standing on the warship, except for a few people with the strength of a general, the other slightly weaker ones were rushed by the momentum of the sea of blood, and they immediately flew away from the cold sky under the instinctive trend.

"Monster!"

"Pure momentum can be terrifying like this, how the hell did he cultivate?"

Even the life and wilderness with the strength of a general, looking at the figure floating in the sea of blood in the cold sky, his eyelids jumped violently,

"Come on, eat!"

"See how much you can eat!"

And Leng Kong, his mind was all on the big iron rod, and he didn't care about the evaluation of the two at all.

Urged by will, the sea of blood in the sky coiled into a whirlpool, and then stretched down, and its end point was the knife-shaped iron rod held in the palm of the hand.

The momentum poured in, and the blood essence absorbed by the iron rod before was activated, and the red light fainted, and then it frantically devoured the blood sea of the heavenly dome like a giant whale absorbing water.

Thundered.

In an instant, the sea of blood boiled in the sky, the hurricane waves under the ship surged, and the huge blood sea whirlpool turned faster and faster, as if it had found a home, and it was frantically poured into iron rods.

No, not an iron rod, but a magic knife: Devil Eater!

At this time, Leng Kong also faintly felt a vague sense of flesh and blood connection on the magic knife, as if the magic knife was his own foreign arm.

But not in the eyes of others.

Because the Demon Sword Devil Devours Madness Devouring the Sea of Momentum and Blood, at this moment it is equivalent to the spiritual manifestation of the cold sky, and it is the spiritual manifestation of the craziest and most exuberant period.

Dead air!

Endless dead breath overflowed from the blade, covering the sky with blood, cruelty, violence, hunger, thirst, and killing. and so on, the purest aura of destruction, which greatly stimulated the nerves of everyone on the ship.

"Lots of blood!"

"It's so uncomfortable!"

Some of the crew's eyes were focused on the magic knife, and their minds were immediately overwhelmed by the endless dead air it emanated.

"Death is like the sea, killing is like an abyss!"

"Don't see, don't smell!"

With the state of mind of the great sword hero, standing in the center of the sea of momentum and blood, his body was tense, his palms were tightly held on the hilt of the sword, and his eyelids were closed and trembling wildly, revealing a touch of dead white.

"Demon Knife!"

"This is a peerless demon knife!"

He actually felt a strong crisis on a knife embryo that had not yet been opened!

Then he shouted at the ordinary crew members: "Everyone close your eyes, cover your ears, don't look anymore, don't listen anymore!" ”

"Yes!"

The crew, who was feeling extremely uncomfortable, immediately closed their eyes and covered their ears as he said.

Sure enough, after not being able to see the magic knife and not hearing the sound of the huge waves, the discomfort was immediately alleviated a lot.

"Hiss. It's scary! ”

The yellow ape took two steps back slightly, and complained perfunctorily: "The current newcomer is really terrifying!" ”

"What demon knife?"

The Red Cloud Vortex was all submerged into the blade, and Leng Kong stood up with a satisfied expression, "It's just a big iron rod with okay hardness, don't make such a fuss!" ”

Seriously, the Ghost Devouring Fusion Momentum, especially the ability to absorb negative energy, was still beyond his expectations.

It's more refreshing than meditating for hours.

Meditation can be replaced with a coiled sword in the future.

He has always maintained the habit of meditation because the fusion of the ghost body and the body of Fan Ma is giving birth to bloodthirsty anger and destructive desires anytime and anywhere, and he needs to use meditation to cleanse his spirit and will.

Otherwise, the spiritual will will be covered by endless anger and desire to destroy, and it will become a monster that only knows how to kill.

But now, the mysterious iron rod from outer space can actually absorb his "qi" and "potential", and he doesn't have to spend a lot of time meditating every day.

And through continuous infusion, accumulation, and evolution, the ultimate sword intent that is finally cultivated is perhaps

Maybe even a bald head can be cut in half!

Haha, I'm looking forward to it!

"Is something wrong?"

When the cold sky poured momentum, the completely ignored battle was over, and Peach Rabbit asked blankly after returning.

She also felt the momentum of the sea of blood just now, and thought that there was some big crisis, Lisuo solved the opponent, and immediately ran back.

"There's a monster newcomer, and it's a coincidence that I've bumped into it, and it looks like I'm going to suffer."

The tea dolphin, who confessed to Peach Rabbit more than 100 times, licked it as soon as possible: "Sister Gion, hug me with your love and comfort me." ”

That's right, the next game is his showdown with Cold Sky!

"Get out!"

Seeing the tea dolphin's actions, Peach Rabbit also knew that he might have misunderstood, and as usual, he kicked the tea dolphin aside with a flying kick.

"Don't play tricks, it's our turn!"

Leng Kong carried the magic knife on his shoulder, bent his legs, and jumped from the bow of the boat.

"Then you can do it lightly, brother, I can't withstand your knife."

The tea dolphin rubbed his waist, which had been kicked countless times by the goddess, and catapulted to the island on clogs.

Hitting is kissing, scolding is love!

Once he confessed, he was beaten once, and he was used to it for a long time.

"Don't worry, this knife isn't for you!"

Insert the ghost devouring in place, and walk away on the island with your bare hands.

Before the sword intent was accumulated and tempered to the extreme, he didn't plan to fight with the knife.

After all, this is the ultimate ultimate move left for Saitama's star-destroying combat power!

"In this way, you will suffer!"

The tea dolphin held his hat and pulled out his katana, although the knife is not famous, but it is also a good and fast knife fifty work!

"No,"

Leng Kong smiled and shook his head, "You're not qualified to be my prey yet!" ”

"Huh. was actually underestimated by newcomers? ”

The tea dolphin showed an ugly smile, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, his left hand naturally drooped, and his body squatted slightly, putting on a fighting stance.