Everyone in the port felt the momentum of the two collisions, and saw the entire port begin to blow violently, and the ground shook slightly.

Is this Duke Reinhardt of Porkaria?

Is he a madman?

Can a madman lead civilians to riot? Can a madman become famous in Beihai in a short period of time? Can a madman become the de facto leader of Porkarlia?

Not far away, the nobles of the Maple Leaf Country and the nobles of Wu Tan thought at the same time that they were very surprised to see Ming Xiao having the courage to challenge the Vice Admiral, Flying Squirrel, who was one of the most prestigious Vice Admirals.

"Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel!" The sailor yelled in panic in the distance, and suddenly saw Ming Xiao fighting with Flying Squirrel, and seemed to want to shoot Ming Xiao.

"Don't do anything. I'm going to spar with this guy. This is a contest between swordsmen. All of you, stay back!"

A powerful voice came from the field, and the flying squirrel turned to shout to the sailors in the distance.

"Staff He..." Haibing shouted to He, as if seeking her opinion, but He shook his head: "Ignore that guy, let him make trouble."

With his skillful knowledge and Haki, He could feel from Mingxiao that there was no murderous intention in his sword.

But even if he had murderous intentions, it would be nothing against the Vice Admiral.

Dawn also signaled Brat to disperse, but suddenly felt an irresistible force running through his hands, causing the palms holding the blade of the knife to tremble violently. The jaws of both palms immediately split open, and blood flowed down the handle of the knife.

On the blade.

boom!

Under this almost irresistible force, Mingxiao was instantly knocked away. He couldn't help spitting out a large amount of blood in his mouth. He fell to the ground more than 20 meters away. With a bang, the ground was hit by his back.

There is a crack.

The flying squirrel couldn't help but take another look. Although he was crushed by his own powerful power after just one encounter, at the moment of contact, he clearly felt the violent power, as if it was a rushing ocean current. Although at the moment

It is still weak, but its growth potential is huge.

As a lieutenant general, Flying Squirrel has practiced the Six Styles himself. Coupled with his sword skills and domineering, he is extremely powerful. Even in the new world, he is not a weakling.

The alternating blades came into contact and then separated. The sparks of the impact were instantly extinguished. A huge gap opened in the ground around where the flying squirrel stood, which shows how powerful he is.

He held the long knife in his right hand and looked into the distance in surprise. Dawn hit the ground hard with a bang, like a stone falling from the sky.

A faint tremor came from the flying squirrel's right palm. Although the opponent's powerful power was offset, at the final moment when the blades separated, he still felt a continuous force that seemed to be impacting crazily, and his fingers actually

They were all trembling a little.

"Brother!" Brat saw this scene and ran over quickly, as if he was angry and wanted to join the fight.

"Bratt, go away!" Mingxiao roared, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and said loudly in the eyes of all the navy and kingdom soldiers in disbelief: "This is a battle between swordsmen, no one can

Don't interfere."

A lieutenant general is worthy of being a lieutenant general. He is far more powerful than he imagined. In one confrontation, the other party may have only used 50% of his strength to injure himself like this. Even now, the blood in his chest is still boiling.

The flying squirrel now is far less powerful than it was ten years ago, but even so, it still can't make a single move in his hands.

Brat stopped immediately. He saw an extremely serious and solemn expression on Mingxiao's face, knowing that no one could interfere in this battle.

At this moment, Brat heard the unbridled voice of the navy next to him.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"That's Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, what a powerful swordsman!"

"Civilians in small places are ignorant and dare to challenge Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel without knowing what they can do."

"Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, this is no joke."

"Let this kid know what he's doing, he really doesn't know how high the world is!"

The voices of the sailors around him could be heard very clearly at dawn, as if he could feel the emotions of each of these soldiers just by hearing.

"Stop arguing!" Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel turned around and roared, and the navy immediately stopped taunting him.

"You vomited blood, then this battle is over." The flying squirrel didn't want to continue, and the navy coat with the word "justice" written on it behind him made a sound in the wind.

Li Mingxiao laughed indifferently: "It's just vomiting blood. For a swordsman, as long as the back is not injured, it is not worth mentioning."

"Young man!" The flying squirrel looked at him silently, showing a solemn expression, and held his free left hand on the handle of the knife. Seeing this scene, Dawn suddenly remembered that the flying squirrel was holding a two-handed knife, far away.

The blade is much larger and heavier than an ordinary knife. Just now he was holding the knife with one hand.

"I only used 30% of my strength just now..." The flying squirrel took a step forward lightly, as if it had entered a completely serious fighting posture, and the ground shook slightly.

Mingxiao's pupils shrank slightly. Did he only use 30% of his strength just now? So how high is the chance of death this time?

Mingxia couldn't help but think that the clock face and hands began to appear in his eyes and began to rotate.

If you don't push yourself to the limit and desperate situation, you won't be able to experience the growth of strength in the deeper past.

"Now you still have a chance to take the initiative to end this battle."

"Young man, tell me... your choice!"

Hearing the low and indifferent voice permeating the air, Mingxiao felt a special depressive emotion in his heart.

"I choose to continue fighting!" Without any hesitation, Mingxiao roared, completely releasing the suppressed emotions in his heart in an instant.

"Okay, I will fight you with all my strength." The flying squirrel inserted the knife held in both hands into the ground, and with a pop, the momentum spread around him. Then he raised his head and looked at the dawn in the distance.

"Now, tell me your name again. The flying squirrel sword will not kill the nameless ones."

"Beihai, Reinhardt!" Dawn replied in a deep voice, using all her strength to hold the hilt of Jialuo Zhisun's sword with both hands, while using the healing acceleration ability of the clock hands to speed up her own recovery.

"I am an immortal!" Mingxia looked at the flying squirrel opposite and suddenly showed a strange smile. This made the flying squirrel suddenly stunned. This smile did not look like he would fail at all. Did he have any trump card?

The two momentums are constantly rising, the most obvious one is that of Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel. There is no one around him at all, and everything is blocked by a violent airflow.

"I remember!" A low roar penetrated the air. The flying squirrel's feet suddenly stepped in the air. Dawn seemed to hear the low sound of cannons. It was the shave in the Navy's Sixth Form. It stepped on the ground continuously for an instant.

It generates powerful reaction force more than dozens of times, and uses the explosive speed generated by the reaction force to move. Others cannot hear the sound of stampeding, but Mingxiao's five senses are far beyond ordinary people. This violent and fast stamping sound can be heard by others.

It was like a roaring cannon fire.

At that moment, the flying squirrel seemed to disappear from sight.
Chapter completed!