A Day in the Pirate World

It was very difficult for Im to face Mosen alone, but now facing the two of them, not to mention, he was almost unable to fight back because of the pressure in a short time.

In fact, Im's combat experience is also increasing rapidly, but no matter how much his combat experience increases, it is impossible to produce more people like Mo Senlong who have been killed in thousands of battles out of thin air.

Immediately after being beaten by the two of them, Im was a little self-contained, and the calm and breezy atmosphere before was much less.

In the end, Im finally got a little unbearable.

He propped it up with both hands, and a wave pushed the dragon to the distance, only Mo Sen was not affected, but with Im's movement, the surrounding environment changed again.

An incomparably rich white light shot out from his body, covering a range of more than ten meters around him in the blink of an eye, and then retracted back into the body.

But after that, Im's appearance has undergone a big change, like the déjà vu of a Super Saiyan transformation.

Although his hair didn't float up, his body became like platinum and glass. If he looked like a person pretending to be a god before, now he looks a bit like a real god.

"This is the fruit ability awakening?"

Mo Sen frowned, and looked at the dragon. The two nodded at the same time, confirming each other's eyes. This should be the awakened form of the fruit of the gods.

"This is my strongest form, the divine body obtained after awakening the fruit ability, you guys really pissed me off!" Im looked at Mo Sen and the dragon with a cold tone.

Said it was angry, but in fact he didn't seem to have any emotion.

This feeling was a little familiar to Mo Sen, as if it had been a long time ago, but he still had a lot of memories from his previous life. After thinking about it for a while, he realized where he had seen this familiar feeling.

"The sky is fine and the rain has stopped, Er Zhuzi thinks he's doing well again?"

Hehe, reality will teach you how to be a human being.

Mo Sen didn't care what the purpose of this divine body was, since he had already made a move today, it was natural that the gods would block and kill the gods, and the Buddha's block would suppress the cough, so a beating would be enough.

At the end of the technique, everything should be back to basics. Every move and every move carries a huge amount of real damage, but it also has its own ultimate sublimated big move. The power of this kind of big move is immeasurable.

This is probably the case with Mawson now.

As if passing through the limitation of space again, he appeared in front of Im, and slashed at Im's throat.

Unexpectedly, Im was able to block this time.

But Mawson changed his tactics immediately.

Withdraw the knife and stab straight.

His shooting speed is unmatched by anyone in this world.

However, Im's body is indeed much stronger than before. If it was the knife just now, it would have been enough for him to suffer moderate injuries. Now, under the defense of armed color and physical strength, it turned out to be only minor injuries.

His physical strength is no worse than that of Kaido.

Tsk, this fruit is outrageous.

Im didn't care about Mo Sen's complaints that flashed in his heart for a moment, he stretched out his fingers: "God. Light."

A white beam of light, no different from the laser light in Huang Yuan's hand, condensed from Im's finger. Mo Sen dodged sideways. The white beam shot out tens of meters away and then sank into the ground. At least a deep pit of tens of meters appeared.

The power of this beam of light is stronger than that of the yellow ape's laser light.

After Mo Sen retreated, Long took over and fought with Im.

Frowning and looking at Im in the distance, Mo Sen felt that he had better make a quick decision. Only by taking the initiative can the navy shed less blood.

The tip of the knife was pointed at the ground, and Mawson's hands were on the handle.

At this time, the old demon is no longer the original purple-black, but has become pure black. On the pitch-black knife, there is a layer of hazy white light, and there is a colorless domineering entanglement.

An incomparably fierce aura erupted from Mo Sen's body, and the air around him was also torn and distorted. The knife was still the same knife, but it felt completely different from just now. In an instant, it seemed that countless knives were all awakened.

There is no reciting poems like before, the kind of pretending to beep purely for the sake of pretending to beep, but now it is different.

Yes, but not necessary.

Im, who was fighting the dragon, could no longer maintain his god-like attitude. There was a look of horror in his eyes, and he found that this knife was very different from before.

If he gets hit, he may die!

Zhu Shen. Twilight

The light of the knife emerges, which is completely different from the feeling of being as cold as the moon in Yiwan. The light of the knife is dim, and there is a strange sense of decay in the extreme sharpness. It seems to be slow, and it seems that every movement of the knife can be seen. It is clear, but in fact, the moment you see it clearly, the attack has already crossed time and space and arrived at you.

Long backed away a long time ago, he didn't want to try the power of this kind of attack.

Im teleported out, but it was useless at all. The moment he first appeared, the light of the knife followed him like a shadow.

This kind of move sounds simple, but it is actually the embodiment of the perfect combination of one's own understanding of kendo, domineering and fruitful ability, and one's own energy.

That said, it's very draining.

Not only in terms of physical strength, but also in terms of domineering spirit, otherwise, if you keep using this big move, you will be invincible.

Infinite white light suddenly appeared, and a figure in the white light flew out faster than the speed of the shells.

other battlefields.

Not to mention others, the navy and pirates, who are the top combat forces on this battlefield, can all feel the battle in the depths of Marie Gioia.

The breadth of their knowledge and color coverage is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

Most people are very familiar with Mo Sen's breath.