The Great Voyage Beginning with the Celestial Dragons

When the yellow ape reported the enemy coming from afar, Luther and Gion also opened their eyes, sensing the person coming in the distance, and the sword intent on the person's body that seemed to be substantive.

"The newly promoted Great Sword Hao can't control his breath yet."

Gion quickly judged the other party's breath and directly said the other party's situation.

"Great Sword Hao, it's really terrible!"

The yellow ape exclaimed exaggerated and retreated to the side of the rudder.

Obviously, he didn't want to be involved with a big sword lord.

The lone swordsman will always be the most troublesome type of person at sea.

Not only is the attack extremely strong, but most of them are also very stubborn, and if they get provoked, they will be entangled all the time, which is called honing sword skills.

"Very sharp sword intent, like a freshly forged sword, always showing its edge outward, very eager to prove itself."

Luther, who has the realm of Jianhao, can also perceive something from the one who came from afar. Even

if the swordsmen do not meet, they can feel some of each other's breath.

This is true of Luther, Gion, or the swordsman in the distance.

Don't even look at the yellow ape's casual appearance, but in fact, he is also a big sword master who does not show mountains and waters.

Otherwise, he would not have directly chosen to avoid after feeling the message conveyed by the other party's sword intent.

Only a moment later. A

coffin-like boat appeared in the field of vision of several people, on which stood a young man carrying a crossed sword and dressed as a nobleman.

"Very young, the appearance is very similar to the Red Count, about 20 years old has the strength of the Great Sword Hao, a very strong talent."

Gion looked at the visitor and gave an objective evaluation.

"Jorakor Mihawk, nicknamed 'Hawkeye'."

Luther narrowed his eyes slightly and said the other party's message.

He didn't expect that on the way to the empty island, he would also meet the world's number one sword master in the future.

I didn't expect that Hawkeye, who is only 21 years old now, already has the strength of Dajianhao.

Unlike Luther and Gion, who rely on fruit promotion, Hawkeye is a pure swordsman.

This kind of person is not easy to promote, but as long as he grows, it is also the most difficult.

"Yo, it seems that Brother Luther knows him, Jorakor Mihawk, he is famous in the first half of the Great Voyage, with a bounty of 300 million, even the vice admiral of the headquarters can't take him, and he has the title of 'Navy Hunter'!"

The yellow ape said the other party's information with a grin.

If the two sides fight, it would be better to kill Hawkeye, so that the credit might still go to him.

"Navy hunters, it's very rampant."

Gion Willow frowned slightly, not very fond of this title.

Facing Mihawk's pair of eagle-like eyes, Gion's aura of the same Great Sword Hao pressed up without hesitation.

Jianhao, whose strength has entered the level of a great general, can easily become a great sword hao.

But Da Jianhao is not necessarily a general-level powerhouse.

The former is strong, the latter is more talented.

Maybe Mihawk can go far in the future, but in front of her, he is still just a junior.

In the face of Gion's unconcealed aura of great sword hao, Mihawk did not flinch, but only raised his head slightly, and the same aura was full. The two sharp sword

intentions collided in mid-air, but just the two great sword masters looked at each other, which made the originally calm sea ripple.

The two ships got closer and closer, until the stalemate lasted for 5 minutes, and Mihawk's aura was broken by Gion.

With his strength and age, it is already very strong to be able to do this step.

"Gion! Knife name - Jin Biluo, the twenty-first work of the big fast knife!"

With appreciation in his eyes, Gion took the initiative to pronounce his name in the manner of a swordsman.

"Jorakel Mihawk! Knife name - night, supreme fast knife twelve work!

Mihawk also reported his name, but his expression was a little solemn.

Since watching Roger be executed two years ago, this was the second Great Sword Hao he had ever seen, far stronger than a red-haired friend he had met not long ago, and far stronger than him now.

"Ugh!"

Gion and Mihawk wielded their swords at the same time.

A dark green and a peach powder, two flying slashes streaked across the sea and collided together.

The aftermath made the sea completely furious, and in an instant there were huge waves.

"What a mess! General Yellow Ape, pull the ship away!

Luther shook his head, his hands turning golden and gently pushing forward.

The originally choppy sea slowly changed to static in an instant.

At the end of the fight, Mihawk couldn't help but be attracted by Luther's move.

He could clearly see that Luther did not calm the sea, but steamed all the churning waves dry.

This is also a difficult opponent.

However, for Mihawk, it is natural that Gion, who is also a great sword hao, attracts him more.

If you want to go further in kendo, you can only keep challenging these predecessors!

Rumble!!

Mihawk jumped up from the boat and rushed towards Gion.

Gion also flew up from Don Quixote, flapped its batwings, and rushed towards Mihawk.

Bite!! Bite!!! Laugh at!!!

The two staggered and turned to face each other at the same time.

"The sword art is good, and the sword intent is sharp enough, but the strength is still a lot worse. Armed color wrapped the sword, there is no way to defend other parts.

Gion chuckled and flicked the blood on the tip of the knife, and beads of blood dripped from the golden bira.

And Mihawk, who was walking in the air with moon steps, just silently stroked the scar on his back, and a blood mark extended from the back of his neck to his waist, tearing his white shirt, and the blood soaked the shirt bright red.

"I lost, your sword is faster than mine!"

Mihawk shook his head lightly and quite calmly admitted his failure.

The moment the two staggered just now, he only resisted the two slashes cut out from the front of Gion.

Gion then quickly moved behind him, leaving the scar on his back.

For a swordsman, there is nothing more humiliating than being injured in the back.

Generally speaking, this phrase describes a swordsman who only flees away and turns his back on the enemy.

But there are also situations like now, when the enemy moves behind you, you don't even have time to react, which is also a shame.

"Kill me, it is my honor to die under the sword of Your Excellency!"

Mihawk landed on his boat, opened his arms, allowed his chest to be exposed to the enemy, and stared at Gion with eagle-like eyes.

This is the pride of the swordsman.

If you lose, you will be slaughtered.

"What is your dream?"

Gion landed in front of him and asked with a calm face.

"The world's number one swordsman!"

"Nice dream!"

Gion chuckled, and the golden bira in his hand was cut out like electricity.

Mihawk did not resist, allowing Jin Biluo to cut an extremely deep scar on his chest that was half a meter long.

With just one stab, Mihawk almost fell into a coma.

But even when his body fell on the boat, his hand still held his knife.

And when he was confused, he vaguely heard the words of the female Jianhao in front of him:

"It's just that maybe your dream can't come true, I promised a man to become the world's number one Jianhao for him."

After leaving these words, Gion casually sheathed the golden bira, and the batwing flapped towards the Don Quixote, and the aura on his body seemed to be more condensed than before.

"How?"

Faced with Luther's question, Gion smiled slightly and replied:

"He is a good swordsman, his swordsmanship talent is stronger than mine, but lightsaber is meaningless, and my strength will always be stronger than him."

Gion paused, his gaze swept over Mihawk's unconscious body, and said calmly:

"From today onwards, he will not hunt any ordinary naval soldiers in the future."

"How do you know that?"

Luther's face was slightly pale, he didn't remember what the two said.

"Unless he wants to go through today's shame again." Gion chuckled, "So His Highness is not a real swordsman, this is a tacit understanding between swordsmen."

"Yes, yes, if I wasn't a swordsman, then Jianhao would be a Muggle who made swords." Luther shrugged.

"Cluck, Your Highness, a true swordsman does not change due to strength, as long as the breath interacts, it can be felt. Mihawk is such a pure swordsman.

Gion smiled slightly and gave Mihawk a high evaluation.

It's just a pity that such people can't be subdued.

She felt this from the other party's sword, and did not mention it to Luther.

Luther doesn't care about this, Mihawk will become Nanabukai in the future, and it is not difficult for him to transfer.

And he also knows that unlike Gion, who was born in the Navy, the now young and vigorous Mihawk will definitely not be his subordinate.

However, today Gion left a deep impression on the other party, and no one can say for sure what will happen in the future.

Watching the boat carrying Mihawk drift away, a smile rose at the corner of Luther's mouth.

Every time a swordsman defeats a swordsman of the same level, the momentum in his body will be more condensed.

If you want to achieve the overlord color, for the swordsman, as long as he maintains the pursuit of being the first in the world, then it is a natural process.

Of course, when this momentum is nurtured, failure can fall short or stagnate. This is the

realization that Gion got from the Red Count's sword, and it is also the reason why she swore that she would not lose again.

And Luther, naturally, believed in Gion unconditionally.

Perhaps soon, Gion will be able to have a close battle with the Red Count in the true sense.