One Piece: Tyrant Bear

Hurricane taunted: "It's your honor to be able to die under my move, die, Fei Liu."

Jianhao Feiliu stood still, and the two swords began to lift up at a strange angle, crossed together, formed a cross, and attacked forward.

"Crosskill."

The sword energy glowed red, passed through the phantom, and hit the hurricane in the phantom.

"boom."

A deep mark was drawn on the ground, Hurricane put aside the sword, the red sword energy collapsed, he let out a breath, and stared at Fei Liu in front of him cautiously.

"Fame stunt, cross kill, Feiliu, can't you help but want to kill me? You used this trick to defeat me back then, but it won't happen today. In order to deal with you, I have developed this trick over the years .”

Holding the sword with one hand, swipe upwards, from top to bottom, and move slowly.

In the dark, a wave of energy began to spread from the sword body, and the breath permeated the surroundings, forming a vortex.

The sword energy was surging, like a violent storm.

"Sword, tornado."

With a swing of the sword, a strong wind descended.

Fei Liu's face was moved, the tornado, a blow made entirely of sword energy, would also be injured if the body resisted the next move.

He took a step back, holding the sword with both hands, and his momentum changed drastically.

The sword energy condenses on the sword body and swings.

"open."

The gust of wind greeted two sword qi, the red sword qi touched the tornado, persisted for a while, and was wiped out.

Fei Liu retreated, retreating non-stop, the tornado quickly enveloped him, and in an instant, he was enveloped.

"呲呲."

The sound of tearing kept coming, and the hurricane squinted, staring at the tornado ahead.

The violent sword energy was enough to tear Fei Liu's body apart. He won this battle.

Putting down the sword, he stopped moving just as he reached his chest, his face changed drastically, staring at the tornado that collapsed in front of him, he stood alone in the void, and then fell to the ground.

His body was in a state of embarrassment, his clothes were torn, blood was all over his body, and the tornado hit him, causing him serious injuries.

"Cough cough."

Fei Liu's hand holding the sword was covered in blood, and the tornado's move made him very miserable.

Pain, pain all over, Fei Liu did not fall down.

Gritting his teeth, he looked up at Hurricane. His strength has become so strong. Give him another year or two, maybe he can surpass himself, but today.

He can't, he is the sword hero Feiliu, how could he fail.

"If you want to defeat me, this trick will not work."

Hurricane's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, haha, Fei Liu, you are still so proud. Back then, you never looked at me and called me trash."

"You didn't expect to be beaten so miserably by me today, did you? Haha, Fei Liu, Feng Shui takes turns. Today, I will not only deprive you of your title, but also kill you."

The killing intent was condensed, not hidden, and released directly.

Fei Liu bowed his head bitterly, he wanted to kill himself, Fei Liu knew it well.

What happened back then, no one can say that he was not wrong, he was wrong, and Hurricane was also wrong.

Now, it is time to end the hatred of the year.

"I didn't want to use it before. Since you forced me, don't blame me for being rude today."

Holding the sword in both hands, the posture changes, the face is serious, and the momentum changes accordingly.

Vigorous, ferocious, riotous.

His people changed with the sword. He was originally a quiet scholar, but at this moment, he is a riotous swordsman.

"Dual knife flow, Feiliu."

After the voice fell, he moved and came to the hurricane, attacking fiercely with two swords, one sword after another, without stopping in the middle.

With coherent movements, the oppressive hurricane cannot attack, so it can only retreat.

The aggrieved Hurricane wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't do it. When he wanted to attack, Fei Liu's sword was already in front of him, so he had to resist.

The two swords attack the weak point, either the neck or the heart, as long as they penetrate through it, Hurricane's life will be accounted for here.

Xiong sat on it and watched. The more he watched, the more interesting he became. Fighting swordsmen is rare.

There is not much difference in strength between the two, and they are evenly matched, but Kexiong is more optimistic about Fei Liu.

As he said, Jianhao is not only a title, but also a spirit.

Defeating an opponent mentally is more violent than defeating an opponent physically.

A swordsman with spirit cannot be easily defeated. Hurricane has strength, but he is a swordsman without a soul.

"Sword hero Feiliu, I really want to learn from each other."