I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

"Pinch him!" Nozette, who was holding a long axe, gritted his teeth. A few people had dodged the sword aura from Shiliu's slash in embarrassment, but they were still scratched by the residual power of the sword aura flying everywhere.

"That's right! Attack! Let him build up his sword power again and again, and everyone will die!" Armand, who is the strongest among them, knows very well that if he is constantly suppressed by the opponent with force——

There's no way out at all.

Right now, it is necessary to disturb the mentality of this human Shura with continuous attacks from several people.

Make him tired of defending so that he can find opportunities to take advantage of.

But Armand didn't know one thing.

Back then, Doflamingo was chased away by this god of death and fled around the island with his head in his arms. At that time, Shiliu was completely engrossed in the extreme joy of being able to kill the whole audience, and had no intention of gaining momentum at all.

And right now, in order to taste this delicacy, Shiliu, the snake beauty, shamelessly revealed a unique skill of kendo that has been gaining momentum.

Don't look at Gathering Momentum, which seems to be a move used by swordsmen to bully ordinary people.

But if you look at the city, you will be ruined if you get started.

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

"what!"

"Forehead..."

Swiping two swords, chopping downwards, and slashing against the cassock, with Shiliu's skills, he no longer uses any fancy moves, but pays more attention to back to the source.

Back to fencing basics.

But it was just such two knives, and there were two figures lying on the ground who could not fight.

"Slow knife, it's strange, it's really strange." Xiliu dragged the knife with only the end of the handle.

He was amazed in his mouth: "Swordsmen in the world are all quick to overwhelm people, and they are often thunderous and thunderbolt, and they can open mountains with one sword."

He stared at this long-haired woman who had defended several moves one after another.

Light blue clothes and blue hair, wide yellow hat.

Xiliu suddenly regretted: "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 sharpen his sword intent with this rare sword art conception in the world.

Stones from other hills, can learn.

The next moment, the sword qi was flying horizontally and vertically.

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

The slow sword is even more serious, and Xiliu is even more relentless, completely abandoning the defensive sword skills and obsessing about attacking.

Every time Baiyu's sword energy enters his body, a heavier and stronger sword energy will forcefully sever.

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

Armand threw down the long-burned cigarette butt in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

With the next knife, he showed his proud skill in his life.

How can a little girl who has only been a swordsman for less than a year be an opponent of this kind of monster who has fought against the great swordsman one after another?

But she still swung the knife.

"Waltz Finale!"

The arc-shaped sword energy crawling slowly like a turtle hit Shiliu's demon sword.

The sword energy and the hardened black sword of armed color are like two bulls' feet.

against each other's horns.

With one slash, Shiliu no longer swung the knife like electricity, and the water couldn't get in.

The fine scarlet sword energy wrapped around the bloodthirsty demon knife like a chain saw.

The knife-wielding man was knocked back by the opponent's sword energy, even if he was pushed back a hundred steps, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

Finally, the knife that was stalemate in the movement of chopping and chopping was swung out.

Just like this, a knife was sharpened leisurely from top to bottom.

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"For the sake of your dying, let me tell you something." Shiliu picked up the famous knife [White Fish] that had fallen from the ground, and put it in his waist.

Although the only love in life for him is the big demon sword that he would rather sleep in his arms, but as a famous swordsman, he still doesn't mind adding such a precious sword in his trophy exhibition hall.

The Defiler, in a good mood, lightly clamped the woman's chin, which was beginning to ooze blood.

"The newspapers are bragging about losing only half a stroke and being slightly inferior, but they don't know that being a swordsman is slightly inferior, but it is a world of difference."

Da Jianhao simply admitted his several defeats.

"At the beginning of joining the Legion, I heard two words from the boss Sakaski.

The first sentence is [Wen Wu No. [-], Wu Wu No. [-]]. Karp laughed at him as a result of being hammered by White Beard, but I deeply agree with it. "

Shilio gently wiped the blood gushing out from the corner of Charlotte Armand's mouth with his thumb.