I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

And quickly approached the Armand several people.

Assisting Nozette and his sister Armand to block the thunderous slash of Xiliu, the pink-haired Moscato's arm trembled with the horrible force of the counter-shock: "While we block him! Take us all Go inside!"

The white-faced rosacea, known as the clerk, did not miss again: "Book World!"

In the next instant, a few people completely disappeared on the deck, leaving a few books scattered around.

Suddenly involved in an unfamiliar environment, the deputy commander didn't care at all. For him, it was just a change of a broader environment.

But the kid who can control the fruit of the weird book, Xiliu did not intend to take the risk.

Before a few members of the Charlotte family could breathe, a slash with a rapid increase in speed hit Mondor, who was still in the air.

"Uh!?"

No one thought that in an unfamiliar environment that was clearly an enemy's realm, Xiliu would not take any guards, but instead would do his best without even thinking about it.

Blood was splattered, and the book-fruit-powered person who was smashed by a stab beats the spirit, trying his best to stay awake.

Because once he faints, the world opened up by the book fruit will be transformed into a paper book on the ground again.

But at this moment, he also lost the capital to make use of the devil fruit ability to do things.

"Block him!" The eldest daughter of the Charlotte family took the lead. If she was caught off guard and killed another person, the situation would be completely reversed.

But the armed look and domineering of these ordinary cadres is simply not enough to resist the violent slashing of the great swordsman of the level of Xiliu.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

With every killing word uttered from Xiliu's mouth, the sword aura he wielded became stronger and stronger.

Even Kata Kuri did not dare to underestimate the four people who were still fighting.

And more terrifying than sword aura was the monstrous killing intent that spewed and raged on that man.

"Pinch him!" Nozette, holding a long axe, gritted his teeth. The previous few people dodged the sword energy slashed by Xiliu in embarrassment, but they were still scratched by the surplus of sword energy flying everywhere.

"Yes! Attack! Let him keep up the sword again and again, everyone has to die!" Armand is the strongest among the few people. It is very clear in his heart that if he is constantly pressed by the other party.

There is no way to survive at all.

At the moment, several people must continue to attack this earthly Shura mentality.

Let him wear out defensively, so that he can find an opportunity to take advantage of it.

But Armand didn't know one thing.

Doflamingo was smashed by this killer **** on the island back then. At that time, Xiliu was completely obsessed with the extreme happiness of being able to hack, and had no plans to gain momentum at all.

And now, Xiliu, who is trying to make a unique dish of Snake Beauty, shamelessly exposed the bottom of the kendo's power-up pressure box.

Regardless of the accumulation of momentum, it seems that the sword tyrants bully ordinary moves.

But looking at the city, the first hand is ruined.

It is rare for a great swordsman in the world to be able to integrate the accumulation of momentum into the sword slash.

"what!"

"Forehead..."

Slashing two swords, hacking down, and cutting against the cassock, when Xiliu's skills are reached, he no longer uses any fancy tricks, but pays more attention to tracing the origin.

Back to the basics of swordsmanship.

But it was just two swords like this, and there were two more figures lying on the ground that couldn't fight.

"Slow knife, strange, really strange." Xiliu dragged the knife with only the tip of the handle.

He was amazed: "Swordsmen in the world are all overwhelming people with speed, thunder and thunderbolts at every turn, and a sword opens the mountain."

He stared at the Xinchang woman who made several defensive moves.

Light blue clothes and blue hair, big yellow hat.

Xiliu suddenly felt a little sorry: "I like your temperament. If your sword technique is not too unique, I might accept you as an official apprentice."

But now, he needs to use this rare swordsmanship artistic conception to sharpen his sword intent.

Stones from other hills, can learn.

The next moment, Jian Qi is vertical and horizontal.

In the world of this book, the sword spirits of both sides come and go.

Slow sword is even more important, and Xiliu did not keep his hands, completely abandoning the defensive swordsmanship and indulging in offensive.

Whenever the white fish's sword aura entered, a heavier and stronger sword aura opened and cut.

Wherever you are strong, I will completely destroy you at that point!

Amand threw down the burnt cigarette **** and took a deep breath.

With the next cut, he slapped his life's proud skills.

The little girl who has been squeezed into Jianhao for less than a year, how can she be the opponent of this kind of sharp-edged monster who has fought against the great Jianhao one after another?

But she still swung the knife.

"The finale of the round dance!"

The arc-shaped sword energy that crawled as slowly as a tortoise hit Xiliu's demon sword.

The black sword after the hardened sword aura and armed color is as powerful as a bull's foot.

Confronting each other's horns.

With a slash, Xiliu no longer wields the knife like electricity or splashes water.

The dense scarlet sword energy entangled the bloodthirsty demon sword like a chain saw.

The sword bearer was knocked back by the opponent's sword aura, even if he was pushed back a hundred steps, the smile on his face grew deeper.

Finally, the stalemate in the action of slashing and cutting was swung out.