Chapter 62: Do You Want to Learn Sword?

The air seemed to freeze in this moment, and everything became calm.

Barrett and Crocodall changed their faces drastically, looking at the arm on the ground, and then at the two figures in the sky.

For some reason, their hearts were a little throbbing and frightened at the moment.

"Sure enough, it's very powerful!"

Muttering, Xia Le stared at Roger in front of him, his figure slowly falling and trampling on the ground.

He looked down at his blood-stained arm and suddenly grinned again.

"I'm getting more and more excited!"

Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, he raised his remaining arm, clenched his fist sharply, and then slammed a punch into his head without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The skull was like a watermelon, bursting open in an instant.

This scene made Roger's pupils shrink, and even more made Crocodall and Barrett tremble.

Crazy?

Xia Le, who lost an arm, directly chose a suicide headshot!

But then in the next second, a scene occurred that made the hearts of all three people present almost stop beating.

The arms that fell to the ground, the blood that had been spilled, and the broken skull, all disappeared at some point, and were replaced by a whole, unscathed Charlot.

"Fu, resurrected?!"

Klockdahl said in shock.

He had never noticed that this powerful chief was actually a Devil Fruit Ability?

No, it's not!

The gloves on the other party's fists are still Hailou stone gloves.

In other words, Charlotte is not a Devil Fruit ability at all?

But what is going on with that weird, immortal scene?

It's not just Crocodale, Barrett, and Roger who are all confused at the moment.

"You really have an amazing bloodline!"

Roger fell to the ground and said solemnly.

At this moment, he felt the difficulty of the young navy in front of him, he couldn't kill him, even if he was injured, he could still recover intact by means of suicide.

It can be said that in a sense, this guy is naturally invincible.

With such a physique and bloodline, combined with that fierce and domineering power, he can defeat almost any enemy.

Xia Le smiled, twisted his neck, and made a rattling sound.

He clenched his fists, felt the abundant power between his palms and fingers, and his eyes burst with excitement.

There is no doubt that while being killed by Roger, his physical fitness, strength, and reflexes have improved again. But it's also clear that as you become stronger, this improvement is also getting smaller.

It's like a parabola, when it reaches its highest point, it turns down.

"Let's have a big fight, Roger!"

Roger stared at Xia Le, and after taking a serious look, his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Let's change places!"

"Since you want to have a good fight!"

Xia Le did not hesitate and nodded in agreement.

"To the northwest, near the shore, there is a dense forest."

Roger said.

The two of them ran with their legs drawn, and their speed reached the fastest in an instant.

A moment later, Charle arrived at the said dense forest.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Roger, who was standing opposite.

The four eyes looked at each other, and the void seemed to flash with electric light.

Almost at the same second, the two moved, their bodies colliding in an instant.

The sword was shining, and the momentum was like a violent wind, blowing the surrounding trees, and the dark clouds overhead shifted with them, and the thunder and lightning were uncertain and rumbling.

Crocodall, Barrett stood aside, as a spectator of this engagement, his expression nervous.

At the beginning of the battle, it had reached the extreme, and it was extremely tragic.

Roger's knife is fast, accurate, ruthless, unpredictable, and can accurately control the direction where Xia Le is.

So, just by the first breath, his neck was pierced.

However, this did not affect Xia Le's movements, he brazenly swung his fist and began the way he fought when he fought with the Hades King Reilly.

However, such a style of play seems to have lost its effect in the face of Roger.

The opponent moved too fast, and the moment he swung his fist, he disappeared and attacked him again.

The huge pressure suddenly fell on Xia Le, and it also made him deeply aware of one thing. That is, there is still a gap between himself and a world-top powerhouse like Roger.

Domineering, speed, experience, skill, and all kinds of other aspects related to combat, Roger is like a flawless hexagonal warrior.

Even at the moment of the beginning of the war, he had already entered the most excited, peak state, without the slightest appearance of serious illness, and every swing made people's hearts tremble.

But there are also benefits.

That is, constant death!

Like a storm, it rushed to the face, and it continued to die quickly.

Roger kept swinging his knife to his death with a strong crushing attitude, and the points on the system panel were also soaring rapidly.

In the third hour, Xia Le filled up the armed color domineering.

The whole body, every inch of skin, can be wrapped in armed color, and at the same time, the domineering spirit of the flowing cherry blossoms can be easily used without any hindrance.

In the seventh hour, the shaving was upgraded to the full level, and the speed of the activation was extremely fast, approaching teleportation, and the distance reached five thousand meters.

The two of them fought continuously, and after the tenth hour, they perfectly confined themselves to the grove where they were.

Xia Le's eyes were bright, and he died again and again, making him gradually familiar with Roger's battles, and both experience and skills were improving rapidly.

At the same time as he died, he was making rapid progress.

"Is this kid a monster?"

"In battle, the improvement is so fast!"

Roger was shocked in his heart.

He felt it completely, the feeling that Reilly had described before.

That is, death will not make the other party really die, but it will make this kid stronger and stronger.

Time flies by, and the two fight in the night.

In the blink of an eye, it was the morning of the second day, and the wind was howling out of the jungle, and the onlookers of the battle, in addition to Crocodall and Barrett, were more than T Penn, Rosinandi, Evans and others.

"Very strong!"

"It's too strong!"

Xia Le was also shocked by the strength of the bearded man in front of him.

For a night, he couldn't count how many times he had died, but he was always able to make sure he wasn't hurt.

In other words, until now, he still can't break through the other party's sight and smell killing, and he can't leave any scars on Roger's body.

This is a power that surpasses Reilly's unknown strength, as if there is a chasm in the middle.

That night, he lit up the shave, lanjiao, and finger gun in the six styles.

The real full level, the power can be said to have undergone a qualitative change, but it still can't cause damage to Roger.

This man, as if he has absolute dodge and predicts the future, is difficult to break.

The battle continued, and Xia Le threw himself into this battle, which had never been seen before for him.

In the blink of an eye, another day and a night passed, and the points he obtained were full of iron, moon cloth, and paper paintings.

"That's tenacious, boy!"

Roger let out a sigh of admiration, but his spirits were clearly excited.

The battle between the two continued, until the morning of the fourth day, when Roger's movements suddenly stopped.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

His powerful momentum and excited fighting state all dispersed in an instant, and his whole body shook even more, and his face became pale.

Xia Le's face was stunned, and the action he was about to attack suddenly stopped.

"Ahem!"

"I'm getting old after all!"

Roger shook his head and sighed, a flash of loss flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared and he laughed again.

"Boy."

"Do you want to learn a sword?"

"I don't have much time, but I can pass on everything I have learned to you!"

After a pause, Roger grinned again.

"I hear that throbbing, burning ambition in your heart!"

"You need a lot of power."

"Isn't it?"