Kaido: My son has the talent to be the Pirate King

"Yang Qian, you also used my ability just now, it's very useful, right?"

"Then you should be clear.

"I, Margau, definitely have the ability.

After seeing that the attack did not work, Margao was not discouraged, but flapped his wings and entrenched in front of Yang Jian like this.

It seems that the two are not enemies of life and death.

It's more like a friend I haven't seen in years.

"I'll only say it once, get out of the way!" Yang

Jian ignored Margao, and looked at the white beard below with his eyebrows raised.

"Zhenjun, isn't my Margao enough to fill your ambitions?" Margao's

figure flashed, blocking Yang Qian's gaze.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" was

repeatedly delayed by Margao, and Yang Qian's eyebrows and eyes finally froze on Margao.

"Why do you choose a dead end?" said

the cold voice.

The eyebrows and pupils suddenly bloomed with a terrifying divine light.

Margau, who was about to say something, immediately found that he had lost control of his body.

Didn't wait for him to react.

Several dazzling golden beams of light had already gathered on its body.

Hideous holes appeared on Margao's forehead, neck, heart, and abdomen.

In the next second, the wound had already ignited the resurrected green flame out of thin air.

By the time he regained control of his body, all the places he had been pierced by Yang Jianmei's Heavenly Eye had been healed.

"It worked!" said

Margau, twisting his neck with a look of apprehension.

But those who are familiar with him know that this is nothing more than his deliberate ridicule of his opponent.

"Immortal birds will also die!" Yang

Jian glanced at the Moby Dick in his sight, which was getting farther and farther away from him, knowing that after leaving the Whitebeard Pirates this time, he didn't see him angry, but said to Margao without hurrying as the emperor decreed.

"Since you know that I have used your powers, you should also know the secret of my knowledge of your abilities. "

He used the ability of seventy-two transformations to transform into an immortal bird.

For the resurrected Qingyan, he already knows the roots.

It is an ability that is tied to physical strength.

Before the physical strength is exhausted, it is true that he is immortal, but the physical strength is exhausted... The resurrected Blue Flame will not be able to be rekindled.

"Then come back to life!" said

Margo, shrugging absently.

Before he made his decision, he was ready to die.

Like he just said.

As long as he is completely dead, he can drag Yang Jian back.

"Really?" Yang

Jian heard this, his eyes flashed coldly.

Immediately afterward, the whole body shines brightly.

"What is this guy trying to do?"

Margaud's eyes narrowed at the sight.

Seeing and hearing the domineering color, he always locked on Yang Qian.

But just when he secretly decided to cheer up his spirits, Yang Jian had already disappeared.

The hundred-foot giant disappeared out of thin air.

Only a three-pointed, two-edged knife hundreds of meters high and as huge as a mountain remained, crutches on the surface of the sea.

Bang At the moment when Yang Jian disappeared, a huge pressure, like a terrifying gravity, instantly pressed on Margao's body.

Meanwhile.

A fist, like a meteor piercing the night sky, was lightning imprinted on his heart.

"So fast!"

Margao's pupils shrank, and he didn't even have time to react.

The terrifying fist power, as well as the overlord-colored domineering energy wrapped around the fist, had poured out on him.

With

a muffled snort, blood spilled out, and his body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string towards the sea below.

didn't drop five or six meters, under Qingyan's body, he had already resurrected with full blood again, and then spread his wings to the sky, clasped Yang Jian who wanted to sacrifice himself with one claw, and turned to chase the white-bearded Yang Qian.

"My fire hasn't been extinguished yet!" Marco

grinned, his right paw grabbing at the heavenly eye in the center of Yang Qian's eyebrows.

He could already see that this was the horror of the vertical pupils.

He was not afraid of eating the fruit of the immortal bird, but the others... Even if it is the Four Emperors, they have to be cautious in the face of this eye.

Apparently.

At this time, he not only dragged Yang Jian back, but also tried to leave some thoughts for Yang Jian before he died.

"Then I'll help you extinguish it!" Facing

Mar's lightning-fast bird claws, Yang Qian, who had long been an unpredictable prophet, raised his hand and slammed his fist into the heart of Margao's claws.

Bang

fist grab bump.

The overlord color domineering and the armed color domineering collided for a moment, and in just one shot, Margao was like a cannonball out of the chamber, and was blown away by his punch to a hundred meters away.

Sneering

at Margo's claws in mid-air, as if trying to stabilize his body.

At the same time, he looked at one of his bird's claws.

Redness, swelling, fractures.

But a punch.

One of his claws was not wasted, but he was also badly injured.

However, for others, such an injury will definitely affect their combat power, but for him who has eaten the fruit of the immortal bird... The body has not yet stabilized, and the damaged claws have healed under the embrace of Qingyan.

But there was no joy on Margao's face.

Seeing and hearing the domineering perception, he had already predicted Yang Qian's next move.

But the powerful fist power and violent domineering that oppressed his body made him unable to even stabilize his body, let alone dodge.

At this time, he could only flip his wings, his body forcibly twisted in mid-air, and raised his armed domineering claws to stab at the top of his head.

The

claws of the click bird had just reached out halfway, and the palm of one hand wrapped around the overlord-colored thunder had already taken the first step.

Seeing this, Margao just wanted to raise his other bird's claw, and used his crane claw to grab Yang Jian's face, but he was also grabbed by his other hand.

The claws were captured, and the body that had not stopped suddenly stopped when it was originally blown away.

All of a sudden.

Margao was like a half-dead chick, hung in the air by Yang Qian.