The Great Voyage Beginning with the Celestial Dragons

Bang!!!

There was a thunderous noise on the island again.

"Drink!"

The thick arms with armed colors in the air rained out, and the speed of the fist was so fast that an afterimage almost appeared.

Not to be outdone, Count Red let out a morbid laugh from his mouth, and the tiny umbrella sword continued to stab out at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to observe.

The tip of the sword against the fist bone.

The two attacked each other mercilessly, wantonly wielding their monster-like bodies.

Whether it was the Red Count's slash or the empty iron fist, the effect of each blow was no less than the last blow that the Red Count had made against Gion before.

The real top powerhouse has no shortcomings.

It is not enough to attack, and the physical strength can be fought at full strength for at least a few days.

Bang! Bang!

In the collision between the two, Fars Island constantly appeared one big hole after another.

Just the aftermath of the attack can easily change the topography of the island.

"Empty, your fists are still so hard. It seems that power only corrupts your spirit, but does not make your fists weak!

The Red Count laughed even more, and the umbrella sword in his body swung faster.

Often the empty fist has not yet fallen, and his umbrella sword has already blocked the position where the fist strikes.

This is his curtain call and his Red Earl's last dance in this world.

The stronger the opponent, the more excited he will be!

"Hmph, your sword is not bad. But playing with me is not your strong point.

Kong Leng snorted, and a punch blasted out, bringing a whistling sound of breaking wind.

Rumble!!!

The Red Count blocked the empty attack again and grinned:

"It's true that fighting is not my strong point, but you can't help me in a short time."

His domineering major is much worse than the empty color, and even his physique is not as good as the empty.

However, his strength is speed and insight, and he should really be a swordsman. The strength of the void

is the strong physique and the armed domineering spirit of cultivation to the apex, with these two points, the void has the title of 'steel bone'.

In comparison, Sora is definitely a heavy fighter.

The Red Count knew that fighting against himself was definitely a dead end, his overlord color did not support a protracted war at all, and could suppress the void in a short time, but when the overlord color was exhausted, it was when he lost.

Normally, relying on sight and speed to consume the void is the only way.

But ah... He didn't want to do that...

Just because his physique and armed color are not strong enough, it causes him to be a little worse than Roger and Whitebeard.

With his speed and insight, he is invincible.

Even because he is born with a good eye, he can do almost zero consumption. So often to the end, he can exhaust the enemy's physical strength to win.

But the experience of not being able to defeat the real monster head-on, he didn't want to have it again.

Is Gion not as fast as him? Not.

If you really want the two to fight, it is not a problem to fight for at least half a day.

But when Gion faced him, he chose the hard-to-head method of impossible victory.

Only in this way can she grow up quickly.

Even Gion understood the truth, but when he discovered it, it was too late!!

Being born with color is both a talent and a shackle, which gives him the talent to become a top powerhouse, and also makes him lose the heart to face the enemy.

When he understood this truth, he had already passed the stage of rapid growth in strength.

It is precisely because he can't see the hope of surpassing Roger that his heart is extremely unwilling, and he will continue to find them to prove himself, and will lose his goal after their death!

But ah... Although it is impossible to make up for the defects, he will still be the brightest person of this era!

He is the lonely red, he is Barorick Ledfield, and he will not be weaker than others in his life!!

Rumble!!!

With the blessing of unyielding will, the overlord color wrapped around the red count's sword became even more awe-inspiring.

There was madness flashing under his eyes, and the figure holding the umbrella sword accelerated abruptly.

"Secret Sword Blood Flash!"

Sting!!

The blood-red light burst out, submerging the void in the blood-colored sword radiance.

At the same time, the figure of the Red Count appeared again, already in the empty rear.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Airplanes!

The dull voice of the air came from the blood, and the thick black arm broke through the blockade and went straight towards the red count.

Bite!!!

The Red Count returned to the sword to block, but was stumbled back a few steps by the force in his hand.

"It's this feeling, this feeling of not having enough strength!"

The Red Count muttered, and the madness under his eyes became even more obvious.

The void on the other side also broke through the sword light, and at this time, the suit on his body was shattered, revealing the strong muscles in it, and there were still armed colors attached to it.

Just now, Count Red's sword move did not cause him any damage.

"Hahahahahaha, come again!!"

Although he knew the result earlier, the red count's eyes still flashed with unwillingness, and he let out a burst of self-deprecating laughter.

He stepped forward again with his sword in hand and slashed into the air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Unlike the previous aftermath, the Red Count's attack at this time was more restrained, and he tried to restrain the power to attack the void as much as possible.

And the air also changed from offensive to defensive, constantly blocking with horizontal punches.

The change in the red count did not escape his eyes, and it was obvious that there was a problem with the other party's mentality.

There is no idea of a fair fight, his goal is always victory, and it does not matter how he wins.

Even if he exchanged strength for strength, and eventually exhausted his physical strength at the same time as the Red Count, it would be his victory.

Bang!!!

The aftermath of the two men's previous attacks swept the surrounding terrain.

And after the attack, the ground under their feet whined from time to time.

In just a few moments, countless ravines appeared on the ground around them, almost looking shaky.

Because the collision between the two top powerhouses intensified, Luther and the others had to retreat into the distance.

This kind of aftermath is nothing for the two generals, but they also don't have the idea of a hard top, so it's not necessary.

The two generals escorted Luther and quickly returned to the warship that was almost overturned.

The warships are strong enough, and the remaining sailors are all colonel-level elites, so they are not directly stunned by the overlord-colored aftermath.

When he returned to the ship, Gion's strength and injuries also recovered somewhat, and he broke free from Luther's embrace and put on a new white trench coat.

The two stood side by side, looking at the battle in the distance.

Seeing that the Red Count's almost crazy attack could not break through the empty defense, Gion pursed his red lips slightly.

"Thinking about your future?"

Luther's calm voice sounded, making Gion subconsciously nodded, but still firm: "I am

indeed a little confused, but I am more determined than him!"

Seeing what Count Red looks like now, she will inevitably worry about her future.

The Red Count and she followed almost the same path, and even each other was more talented than himself.

But in the end, the Red Count could not claim the true Xeon.

Thinking about it like this, she, the low-end version of the Red Earl, does not seem to have much hope for the future.

But she is different from the Red Earl!

Gion turned her head slightly, her beautiful eyes shifted from the battlefield to Luther's slightly blood-stained side face, which was the blood stained when she helped her recover.

That bit of blood not only did not destroy Luther's temperament, but made Gion recall the scene just now, and his heart rippled.

Looking at Luther, Gion couldn't help but smile: "I'm

different from him, I'm His Highness's exclusive swordsman, no matter what, even if you give up my life, it will open the way for you in the future!"

Without Luther, even in another 10 years, she might not be as strong as she is today.

Perhaps, the strength of becoming the two new generals today is already her limit.

It is important for the world to work hard, but it is even more important to find the direction of the effort.

Since Luther took her into a whole new world, she is a sensual person, how can she not fight for her sword.

Hearing Gion's oath, Luther smiled slightly, and while Gion's physical strength had not yet recovered, he reached out and gently provoked her chin:

"I don't want your life, my dear exclusive swordsman. I look forward to standing at the peak with you and looking down on the scene of all living beings, Gion!

"It will definitely be, Your Highness!"

Gion did not have half a shy face, but a smile that became more intense, and he replied without hesitation.