I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"Enemy attack!!" The guards of the Chamber of Commerce armed with heavy weapons could no longer drive their own body apart from the final alarm.

They watched in horror as their companions slowly pointed the heavy rocket launchers and mortars at themselves: "Stop! What are we and you guys doing! We are not companions..."

"boom!!"

The sound of the explosion engulfed the desperate shouts of the guards, and Doflamingo picked up a bazooka scattered under his feet due to the shock wave of the explosion: "So many heavy weapons, interesting, interesting, they are ghost spiders under Sakazuki Major General? Or Major General Doberman?"

The eyes covered by sunglasses made people unable to guess what he was thinking. Doflamingo raised his head and looked at the second floor of an inconspicuous restaurant not far away with a leisurely smile. One was wrapped in bandages but Still looking a little thin: "Or, is Lindeman this little fox wanted by the Kaido black market?"

As soon as the voice fell, a figure smashed through the brick wall of the second floor of the restaurant and fell heavily on the snow.

The figure slowly removed the force of landing, and stood up straight in the snow without rushing.

"Huh? It seems that you have to deal with this subordinate before you catch Kil'jaeden? Young Master?" Baby-5 asked his parents innocently.

But Doflamingo's silence made the little girl feel strange for the first time. Not only the young master, but the other senior cadres' expressions are a bit solemn.

Diamanti, who also used the sword, immediately protected the Patriarch of the Don Quixote family behind him.

Although he focuses on fruit, it does not mean that Diamanti's swordsmanship is inexhaustible. In fact, the top cadre who will serve as the winner of the Arena of Dres Rosa has an eclectic experience and develops his own unique sword skills with the help of flying fruits.

Get this done first? Ha. . Diamanti's mouth twitched as he listened to Baby-5's Wuji Tongyan.

This unidentified guy in front of him is more than a few times stronger than the arms dealer Kil'jaeden on the second floor of the restaurant?

The auras of the two were superior, and the stronger the swordsman was, the more he could feel the suffocating pressure from the guy with the head that had been hanging down on the opposite side.

The weird man whose face was mostly covered by the brim of his hat closed his eyes tightly, and the next moment his eyes with a tyrannical intent locked Doflamingo's position.

"Ha ha ha," a deep laughter came from the person's mouth, like a devil from hell: "My knife, I'm hungry."

Edelweiss is still flying, but the knife is already in its sheath.

Without any signs, the swordsman appeared in front of Diamanti like a teleportation, and the sudden, terrifying explosive force slashed towards those who stood in the way, accompanied by the strange red glow.

"Fluttering...Um!" Diamanti flashed blood before his eyes, and he didn't even see that the other party had taken a knife.

But the reaction of subconsciously blocking the steel cloak in front of him saved his life.

With this blow alone, the highest cadre of the Don Quixote family knelt softly on the snowy ground, and the broken knife accompanied by splashes of blood awakened the other family members who had almost fallen into devilishness.

"How come!!" Poretor, who is also the highest cadre, widened his eyes. As the first four people to follow Doflamingo, the strength of the few of them was among the best. Even Diamanti, who has a good sword skill, is still above him in combat, second only to the first-generation Red Heart Virgo who has already left.

Pika didn't care about being laughed at with the shrill voice, and gasped, "A sword? Diamanti didn't even block a sword?"

Doflamingo's face was full of jealousy, and he stared at the swordsman who suddenly stopped after a blow without blinking.

The sword and sheath in front of him seemed to be savoring the guy who had just killed. There was a tacit balance between extreme stillness and extreme movement. Stillness, the aura converges to almost nothing, while movement, a sword seals the throat.

The murderous great swordsman grinned with a bloodthirsty smile, commenting on his previous opponent: "It's not bad as a pre-dinner aperitif."

The head of the Don Quixote family hadn't guessed who the opponent was in a short time, but there was no doubt that the killing intent that seemed to be in a sea of ​​blood was definitely not something an ordinary swordsman could possess.

Doflamingo, who had completed the hardening of his full-body armed color, had his hands clasped into claws, and the interlaced silk threads greeted the mysterious red light that came back again.

The Shura-like killing **** slapped another sword in a habitual manner, saying it was a sword, but when the blade's light left the blade, it turned into a scattered red line.

The sword energy spread out with a destructive sound, and the surrounding gangsters and bounty hunters who were previously controlled by the parasitic thread were chopped into several knots before they could cheer for this distinguished guest who drew the sword to help.

Doflamingo, who was closest to the sword pressure, clenched his teeth, and the silk thread filled with armed color and domineering was cut apart by sword aura one after another.

The sword energy full of killing intent finally stopped unwillingly near the position of his finger.

But except for the two little ghosts, Luo and Baby-5, who were hiding behind him, unscathed, the cadres such as Pika, Porretol, and Corazon were all attacked by the sword energy of this group of attacks to varying degrees. hurt.

And Doflamingo finally recognized the famous sword in the opponent's hand, the scary demon sword that was claimed to be no less than the original ghost.

No trace of blood was stained on the knife body, I don't know if it was washed away by this demon knife that buzzed to express my joy or swallowed it all up.

The blue veins burst up on his forehead, and there is no more relaxed feeling before: "Why does the deputy director of the Deep Sea Prison Impelton appear here?"

No wonder he had confronted the face of Xiliu with the deputy director of the Great Deep Sea Prison before. The Don Quixote family preconceived that they had found out the details of the other party. If it were not for the tip of the monster knife, Doflamingo would not Connect Xiliu, who doesn't show up in the sea all year round, with the North Sea.

The pure white snow was stained with large swaths of blood, like the ink rhyme smeared on the snow-white rice paper.

Forgetting the snow of his original color, the coquettish and deadly blood color brought out a more beautiful color.

192. Dao Ming Sanhua (Part 2)

The demon sword was whispering, this was the first time Xiliu felt it cheered so much. The pulsation spreading from the blade to the handle seemed to be alive, rejoicing for the fresh and abundant blood.

There is no doubt that Xi has a profound knowledge of staying on the sword. If he is interested in starting a school, those who come to apprentice and learn art can definitely squeeze all layers of the deep sea prison.

Even if you add up all the kendo masters in the four seas and the great route, he can also be among the top ten.

This great swordsman clearly knows that Xi Jian is also Xi Xin. But the way above kendo is to attack the heart, and the sword is the art of war.

The master of kendo jumped down from the second floor of the restaurant, and a deadly trap was laid between two swords.

The first knife utilizes the amazing speed of the blade's arc movement. Xiliu showed the exquisite sword skills that a great swordsman should have, even if it was the thunderous Juhe Slash, it was still fast but slow.

The knife is drawn slowly and steadily at first, and the speed changes faster when it reaches the middle of the scabbard, and when the tip of the knife is about to leave the carp mouth, it is as fast as a gust of wind and lightning. According to the sequence of "slow, broken, urgent", pull, make sure that one strike is guaranteed. kill.

And he did, and with the strong domineering hardening, the monster's blade light cut through Diamanti's defense like a broken bamboo.

He deliberately did not swing the second knife immediately, but while savoring the killing, he climbed the sword's momentum to a higher level than before.

The second hit is still an explosive force, even more amazing than the first hit. But the scheming murderer deliberately did not restrain the sword qi, allowing the scattered sword qi to attack in all directions.

The meaning of Juhe lies in its suddenness. If you can't kill the opponent by surprise, then there is no meaning to retract your sword and scabbard again.

Shiliu, who was changed to holding swords in both hands, approached Doflamingo again and cut out the long-planned third sword.

What he wanted was this guy who couldn't understand kendo, who had made a wrong estimate of the two swords he had laid out earlier.

Although there has been controversy over the strength of one-handed swords and two-handed swords, in the hands of a great swordsman, the power of holding a sword with both hands is by no means as simple as 1+1=2.

The sword aura no longer drifted away as before, but solidified in front of the blade. The sword pressure wrapped the body of the demon sword inside, and from a distance, it was as if the body of the sword was floating with blood red gas.

Kicked to the iron plate! This is Doflamingo's only thought at this time. He could only weave layers of barriers in front of him with the domineering strengthened silk thread, and the armed and domineering hardened arms staggered against his chest in an attempt to block this seemingly inconspicuous blow.

Unexpectedly, this unobtrusive cut was completely in the same order of magnitude compared to the first two cuts.

Without the splendid sword energy flying, the demon sword flashing with weird red light instantly tore through the lower protection of Doflamingo cloth, and under the horrified gaze of the line fruit ability, it severely slashed on his staggered arm. .

In an instant, the sharp and sharp knife broke through his domineering right arm, which was crossed at the front end, and plunged deeply into the arm muscles.

Doflamingo moved extremely fast. With the help of this domineering sword, his power was still unabated, his feet slammed forward, and he shot away from the ground.