Pirate: I Can Reject Everything

Chris is no exception, he has been looking forward to this day.

Saying that, Chris gently untied the blood-red knife on his neck.

Under the eyes of the public, the blood red instantly became bigger and turned into a sharp blade.

After a long period of infiltration by Chris, the blood red at this time has completely become a black knife! The so-called black knife requires the user to temper it in constant battles.

And put their own experience, strength, momentum and domineering armed colors together, and inject them into the blade.

Such a black knife, with its owner, can reach a certain state of mind! And the biggest feature of the black knife is that it is... sturdy.

Black knives that have been forged to a certain extent are basically not broken.

For example, Hawkeye's Black Blade Night is... the strongest Black Blade in the world! Although Chris has never experienced thousands of battles, his practice is even better than the battle.

Besides, since I saw Karibu's clone fruit.

Chris also successfully copied his own avatar by virtue of the copying fruit.

During this time, every night in the middle of the night, he was performing swordsmanship with his clone.

fighting.

That kind of... intensity is no less than fighting with outsiders.

Therefore, his blood red, and under him, became a black knife.

At this time, the blood was red, and the sword energy was restrained, but faintly, there was still a ruthless aura.

As if to devour foreign objects! The moment he saw the blood red, Hawkeye Mihawk's eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of surprise passed through his eyes, and he said something.

"Your knife, it's... very strange!"

"It seems that he has some kind of spirituality, the forger... I am afraid that he has devoted his life to it."

"It's a really good knife!"

Chris nodded slightly, and said lightly: "I also got it by accident, and happened to subdue it."

"Although I don't know where it came from, I can feel that this is also a great sword!"

Chris's eyes swept across the blood red lightly, the rank of this knife is definitely not low.

Otherwise, it is impossible to want to attack Chris on that day.

The blood is red now, and it has been submissive.

Hawkeye Mihawk smiled indifferently, which also proved his conjecture.

Chris is indeed a rare swordsman in a hundred years.

Genius, otherwise this kind of spiritual supreme sword will not easily recognize the master.

"It's the first time I've seen a sword that ate a devil fruit!"

"It's kind of interesting!"

Mihawk praised: "At your age, it is not easy to forge a knife into a black knife!"

"If you were born more than ten years earlier, the title of the world's greatest swordsman would be... to describe you."

Mihawk's eyes were somewhat sincere, and his compliments came from the heart.

Mihawk himself knew very well that when he was nineteen, he was only a small success.

Still far from where Chris is today.

Not to mention, owning a black knife forged by himself.

In the face of Mihawk's admiration, Chris was not complacent, just smiled lightly.

He asked nonchalantly: "Don't you care about the name of the world's largest swordsman?"

The answer is of course self-evident.

At the realm of Hawkeye Mihawk, the so-called false name has long been ignored.

And the same goes for Chris.

Titles are useless.

Only strength is what you really have, what you really have.

Mihawk stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the big black knife behind him - Ye! His eyes like eagles suddenly became extremely fierce.

The momentum of the whole person also suddenly changed: there was a sense of oppression, and he said.

"I've noticed you since the first time you were offered a bounty."

"I also followed your every move after that. I'm very curious about where you will go."

"When I learned that you defeated Crocodile and became the king of Qiwuhai, I decided to find you."

"I want to see with my own eyes what kind of person you are!"

Mihawk's voice is very deep and magnetic.

Hearing this, Chris smiled lightly and asked, "Now, have I ever let you down?"

Mihawk shook his head, and then chuckled: "You are much more interesting than I thought."

"Now, I'm even more looking forward to this competition with you!"

After all, Mihawk took the initiative to attack without any hesitation.

He held the black knife night, like a falcon chasing its prey, and suddenly went to Chris.

Chris immediately snorted and focused.

He also greeted him with a blood-red sword, without giving in half a cent.

This time, he didn't use the power of Devil Fruit.

Relying entirely on his own physical skills and swordsmanship.

.

He wants to really take advantage of this opportunity to test his cultivation achievements.

"Cow Needle!"

Hearing a light drink from Chris, the blood red in his hand quickly charged forward.

Every time he swings his sword, he can see a faint trace left in the void! When the two faced each other, Chris stabbed out quickly, swinging his sword more than nine times in an instant.

The corner of Hawkeye Mihawk's mouth evoked a smile, and Hei Dao Ye tilted at will and moved quickly.

Easily block the eight bull needles.

After one blow, the two opened the distance again.

This time, the two sides are just a simple test.

In Hawkeye Mihawk's smile, there was obviously a bit of surprise in it.

It was just a simple move, he had already seen that Chris was using swordsmanship.

A level above.

"I didn't read you wrong, such a speed with a knife is rare in the world!"

He couldn't help but admire.

At such a close distance, in a short period of less than a second, he can swing more than nine times in a row.

This speed, even Mihawk himself, is nothing more than that.

Chris looked indifferent and shook his head: "It's still not fast enough."

Obviously, Chris wasn't happy with that.

Mihawk's ability to block the bull needle with ease has represented everything.

It might work for other people, but for Mihawk, it's not worth mentioning.

After this time, Chris also probably understood Mihawk's true abilities.

The two sides looked at each other and then shot again.

This time, Mihawk didn't mean to test! "Dark night - slash!"

Mihawk raised the black knife in his hand-Ye, and then slashed towards Chris.

This blow, although the move is not so gorgeous, but the sword energy gushing out from the night of the black sword.

Not to be underestimated! With a simple slash, Chris could clearly feel that the air pressure around him suddenly became much heavier.

It was as if an invisible hand pressed itself to the ground.

He unexpectedly discovered that under Mihawk's slash, his speed seemed to be artificially limited.

It was like falling into a quagmire, with great resistance all around him.

Chris frowned slightly and snorted coldly.

The blood red in his hand swiped lightly against the void, the feeling of being suppressed immediately.

lightened a lot.

Immediately, he put the blood red in front of him and lifted it up sharply.

Clang! Just heard the sound of gold and iron, and the place was dusty.

The smoke cleared, and Chris and Mihawk had both dispersed.

This time, Chris looked at Mihawk with solemn eyes.

He can also be regarded as a real experience, the swordsmanship of the world's largest swordsman.

strength.

It's just a simple and ordinary slash, but it can bring such heavy pressure to people.

Hawkeye Mihawk smiled lightly: "Yes, the response is fast enough!"

"I didn't panic because I fell into the quagmire, I was calm and calm, and I easily broke my suppression."

Hawkeye Mihawk fights against people, and always likes to win with one move.