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

They looked around in a panic, trying to find the assassin.

And the miserable howls all around made this group of bullying guys stretch their nerves to the extreme.

The killing of the expeditionary army was efficient and concise, without any "jianghu" morality, glory and reputation.

These elite commanders in the headquarters didn't care about the huge gap between the thieves and their own combat power at all, relying on the mobility of the six styles to interweave a wide three-dimensional living killing array in the sand and mid-air.

Like grinding iron with a grinding wheel, the outermost pirates were torn into pieces of flesh and blood in an instant.

All the pirates could do at this time was to step back step by step and try their best to stick together with the gang on the same ship, so as to avoid being smashed to pieces by the navy's weird killing array.

But the backbone of the pirates who were standing in the central core area of ​​the sand saw something unusual.

These notorious headquarters expedition troops among the pirates seem to be deliberately letting them get together.

And when this group of vicious gangsters gathered together, the naval officers in the trench coat of justice stopped in their tracks.

There was no more sound of sword clashing, and the entire battlefield formed a strange silence at this moment.

Only the slow slapping of the waves and the excited shouts of the civilians echoed one after another on the small island.

In the next moment, even these voices were forcibly deprived.If the previous silence was naturally formed by the confrontation between the two sides, then the current silence where the waves are still washing the beach but no sound can be heard is completely creepy.

Dead silence.

In this chilling atmosphere, every pirate's heart began to beat crazily unconsciously.

In the silent environment, suddenly, a spring of blood rising like a fountain attracted everyone's attention.

One after another, in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen headless corpses in the outermost circle surrounded by pirates.

This time, the only surviving Pirate Bailai finally connected this terrifying invisible murderous intent with the high-ranking officer in the expeditionary force who was said to be famous even in the New World.

"It's [Fraudster]!! The number one assassin of the legion who can play hide-and-seek with Kaido has made a move!" A pirate with his pants hanging down on his knees said shyly.

The air he inhaled became more fishy and sweet, and the rust-like light red smell permeated the beach, lingering on the blades of the mad dogs of the expeditionary army.

The air seemed to be getting thicker, and every breath brought unspeakable psychological pressure.

The invisible enemy is watching them from nowhere, but every heartbeat and breath seems not to come from the pirates themselves.

But by the ears.

The occasional heat blowing across the skin and hair made them look back frequently.

Not knowing where the enemy is exactly is the scariest thing on the battlefield.

When the stagnant atmosphere climbed to the highest peak, the famous naval spy in the New World showed his real body ten meters away in front of these pirates.

He was tossing a short knife in his hand, staring at the pirates who were trapped in the center of the battle to keep warm with a half-smile.

Even though he is the top spy, Lindemann voluntarily exposed his figure.He stepped forward with his right foot, his left foot and right foot were separated at 90°, and his waist sank to form a standard fencing gait.

What's even weirder is that the man holding the short knife slowly put the knife back into its sheath, making a hidden front-like movement.

"He... what is he doing?"

"I don't know! But I saw a short knife in his hand. Is he planning to throw the weapon as a projectile?"

Jianying gave the most accurate answer.

A cold light burst out from between Lindeman's hands, and a long and narrow sword qi spewed out from the tip of the short knife, like the most exaggerated super-sized Nagano Taidachi.

A sword swept across like a thunderbolt.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Navy Headquarters is home to many strong men, but few people will list this guy who has eaten the transparent fruit for nearly ten years and has not awakened, thinking that this assassination fruit has been buried in the hands of mediocrity.

From the perspective of majoring in Devil Fruits, Lindeman is really not an outstanding ability user these years.

But even so, this silver-haired fox, who is regarded as the group favorite and the best secretary by the navy's top officials, still firmly dominates the top staff of the Navy Headquarters - Crane's list of major generals released every issue.

From Shiliu and Gion, two giants who can slash with Hawkeye and foil swords, to the level of lieutenant generals—the ghost spider who was once Lindemann's direct boss, [fighting dog] Dauberman and others, the expedition There are many high-level people in the army who play with swords and swords.

It's okay for Master Xiliu to go on missions, but the daily routine when not on missions is to eat, sleep and beat foxes.

Gion still has a fresh memory of the "benefactor" who was struck down by a sword and allowed her to successfully find Sakalski's hiding place.

If you have nothing to do, just give this smiling fox a passable look.

After being "carefully taught" by two great swordsmen for so many years, as long as he is still alive, most of the guys have sword skills that can be used.

A sword swept out, and the short knife waving in Lindeman's hand seemed to be a bullet out of the chamber.

Faster, faster, Xiliu once said when he faced Armand, the original owner of the famous sword [White Fish], who was intensively studying the "slow sword style", all swordsmen in the world pursue a fast word.

This is also where the master, who was obsessed with killing, had a good opinion of Lindeman's kendo attainments.

"Eh!?"

The pirate standing at the outermost edge of the circle didn't notice anything wrong, he tried to turn sideways and ask his companion beside him what happened just now.

But with the strength generated by his movement of turning his head and shoulders, the pirate's upper body smoothly moved out from his waist.

"Your waist!" More and more pirates looked around in horror, in their eyes - a line of blood gradually emerged from the waists of their companions, and the upper and lower bodies separated in a few seconds.

Little did they know that in the eyes of their companions, they had exactly the same experience.

Nearly a hundred pirate remnants were cut off by the long and narrow sword aura, splitting into two.