I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

If Yuzhiliu is really the kind of personality that will never give up without seeing the target's death, then he must not drag his benefactors into the water.

One hand grabbed Akin's shoulder.

The thin black pirate, who knew that he was going to die, turned his head to look, but it was the beautiful woman with pink hair who had similar facial features to Mr. Sanji.

The great pirate who has traveled across the seas smiled: "It's too late, I have already sensed their tracks by my domineering look."

"They?" A Jin was visibly taken aback, wasn't it the Rainy Xiliu who was chasing him?

What, is there anyone else?

This mystery was explained by the chef of the sea restaurant, Zhipu. The old man walked to the counter and pulled out a reservation record of the restaurant, and explained to the bewildered people:

"Hawkeye Mihawk made a reservation for our restaurant a week ago. It's time to count."

Zhu Pu's words fell, and unexpectedly, Sauron slowly drew a knife from his waist and walked straight to the door.

"What are you doing? Chlorophyte!" The cook frowned and asked.

"[Mountain] is there" Abandoning these specious words, the swordsman stepped out the door resolutely and resolutely.

"Not only a road idiot, but also a lunatic!" He cursed at Sauron's back quite dissatisfiedly, and Sanji lightly spit out the lingering smoke, and squeezed out the cigarette **** that was about to burn to his fingertips.

He cursed, and opened the door and walked out: "My only fault is to feed you too much, making you want to go to death."

Standing on the battle deck of the restaurant on the sea, Sauron couldn't comment on Sanji's cursing, just staring straight at the small boat that was drifting from a distance with the current, which looked like a coffin.

The world's largest swordsman, the man who is known as the top peak of kendo, as long as he is a swordsman, he will have the idea of ​​going forward and challenging him.

He didn't intend to defeat the opponent. After seeing the terrible high-level combat power, all Sauron wanted to do at the moment was to see how far he was from the small group of people at the summit.

From the boat, a faint roar came: "I didn't plan to invite you to dinner, fighting frenzy!

The commander of the legion is a monster, and the commander of the deputy legion is a reckless man. Your expeditionary army is truly amazing!"

441. The First Person in Kendo (Part 1)

A small boat that resembles a coffin slowly berths in front of the simple driftwood port of this sea restaurant. The first thing that catches the eye is not the two handful of kendo masters, but the handle that looks like a cross at first glance. Long knife.

Black Knife [Night], belongs to one of the twelve great knives.

Not to mention what the word "Twelve Workers" means in the eyes of swordsmen and swordsmiths, even laymen who don't know anything about swords can get a glimpse of the unique shape of this black knife.

The blade length is far longer than that of any hitting sword or Tachi, and it can even compete with Ye Tachi.

The long blade is a test of the craftsman’s exquisite craftsmanship.

Too hard and lack of toughness will cause the blade to chip and break during chopping, while too soft will easily cause irreversible deformation of the blade during the swing.

Whether it is material selection, forging or quenching, any mistake in any step, even the slightest difference, will directly declare the forging failure of such a weapon.

The whole body is pitch black, but every inch of the blade body can clearly show the chaotic and heavy flower T-shaped hazel pattern.

Even the orderly arrangement of several precious gems inlaid on the cross knife shank is eclipsed by this forging craftsmanship.

Most swordsmen don't like such flashy gems on their swords. While they appear extravagant and luxurious, they also straighten down their personal tastes.

But [Night], but the opposite is true.

Inlaid on the cross-knife with delicately carved patterns, the black knife is not a bit tacky with the gems, but on the contrary, the temperament of the whole knife becomes more and more aloof.

Like a king who is in power, the addition of jewels complements his supreme status.

Like an emperor conferred by the king, the gems are nothing more than the magnificent crowns dotted on the top of the head by [Night].

If the world's treasured swords and famous swords are subdivided into third classes, even the more common [Liang Kuai Sword Fifty Skills] are mostly held by small and famous generals and pirates.

And most of the well-known swordsmen's lifelong desires are nothing more than holding a [Big Sharp Sword Twenty-One Work].

And the holders of [Twelve Works], without exception, are the well-deserved overlords of this sea.

Only such a strong man can surrender the king of the sword-the supreme big knife.

Only this supreme sword, known as the "world's strongest black sword", is worthy of the demeanor displayed by the world's number one swordsman.

At this moment, the great swordsman who was supposed to show off the unique style of the first man in kendo, with a green expression, strode towards the restaurant.

His original reservedness, elegance, style, and demeanor all disappeared under Xiliu's continuous search for faults like brown sugar in the past few days.

In addition, although the cargo on the ship doesn't talk much, but every word of poisonous tongue is close to the murderous heart.

How poisonous and owing Xiliu's mouth is, he has thoroughly learned this time.

In the past, when Mihawk was only visiting the headquarters, he accidentally heard that this guy dared to wash away mercilessly from the boss to the subordinates.

Such as: [Fox! Go to pajamas Kaido! You can make a beautician, and you can get a lot of information by selling a butt!]

[Sakazuki boss, if you want to open it a little bit, you draw ten cards and put it on the mahjong table with all beautiful hands. 】

At that time, Hawkeye only felt that it was a miracle that such a owed guy could still live, but the facts proved that Uncle Xiliu was not only alive, but also very moisturized.

Mouth owes annoy people-after being beaten-practice strengthening-continue to owe people who are more severe.

It not only satisfies Xiliu's crazy fighting and bloodthirsty desire, but also constantly hits his own limit in every high-intensity battle.

This led to a very sad fact-even his Hawkeye Mihawk could not defeat this veteran swordsman with continuous improvement in a short period of time.

Passing through the desert kingdom of Alabastan where all forces are gathered at present, with a high temperament and self-consciousness like an eagle eye, naturally he will not be interested in the rumors of ancient weapons.

But just such a simple trip ashore to buy some fresh water needed for the voyage made him be spotted by the embryonic killer who also performed the mission in Alabastan.

Without saying anything, he hit the sea from the island, traveled from the great route to the East China Sea.

"Take your disgusting headwork out of my boat!" Hawkeye snorted coldly, and shouted at the reckless man who was half a step away from him: "The simple nitrate system, the head of the pirate with a low reward, nothing. No taste at all!"

Surprisingly, Xiliu didn’t care about Mihok’s slightly nasty attitude. He just retorted to the other party’s point just now: "Fart! Although this Klick offers a lower reward, I took it this time. But it’s carefully crafted [beautiful goods]!"

Rather than getting along for a few days, Hawkeye can roughly figure out how to effectively counterattack the opponent with words:

"Although I don't want to hit you, you are really incomparable with Sakazuki for your knowledge in crooked ways such as skull products."

"Cut!" When he was hit by a word, Xiliu's rare silence was golden.

However, the short silence and ear silence that Mihawk had exchanged was instantly destroyed by another unexpected external force.

"I am Roronoa Zoro, a pirate hunter in the East China Sea, and I hope to challenge you formally! Hawkeye Mihawk!" The young man with green algae-colored short hair and a three-handled saber hanging from his waist raised his hand and intercepted Miho. The way to go.

[...Noise number two. 】