When the sword was drawn, the Sith turned around and pushed hard in the air, and the long sword hit Clockdal straight.

Clockdal's expression remained unchanged, and his offensive remained unchanged. He just sucked the cigar from his mouth and held the sand knife to meet him.

Bang!

The two swords fought each other and made a metallic roar.

Before he knew it, the Sith's forehead was covered with sweat.

It was so dangerous, it was so dangerous that he almost caught the talk of Clockdal and Jinpin.

No! Not that simple.

Sith's heart suddenly raised again, his pupils shrank slightly, and black flames were beating up and down inside.

Under him, Clockdal suddenly raised his mouth, his eyes so calm.

"Wilson Sith, do you think it's over? No no no, the battle has just begun."

This dangerous statement.

Shaking off the blood on his hands, Jin Ping came up again, with blood remaining on his face, and he looked particularly ferocious as he lost a tooth.

"The Fishman Karate - Seven Thousand Watts Round Kick!"

The bloated body jumped high, and under Jinbe's leather armor was not just fat, but even if it was huge, it could still move flexibly.

The Sith narrowed his eyes.

That's it?

Although Jin Ping is very fast, he is not a time to restrict his movements now. If he is careful enough, he will be able to avoid it.

With his upper body moving down, Sith almost lay across the air, his fat thighs flew over his forehead, and the sound of air shattering sounded in his ears, without any danger. So, where is Clockdal and the others' confidence?

While dodging, Sith thought about a lot of things, but he didn't know where he missed.

Although it is indeed very stressful to face two old-fashioned Seven Warriors at the same time, he should be able to do it just by entanglement.

Just when the Sith was lost, Clockdal snorted coldly, suddenly dissipated the desert sword in his hand, allowing Sith's long sword to slash towards his shoulder.

Thorn!

It was the sound of the blade cutting the flesh and blood.

Damn, they want to exchange injuries for injuries.

Sith's eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly wanted to get out of the knife, his face getting darker and darker.

"Has you discovered it? It's a pity that it's too late."

Clockdal roared, wrapped his hand around the blade, raised his legs and clamped the Sith's waist.

From the beginning, he and Jinpin knew that if they wanted to defeat the Sith, they would be able to pay no cost at all. Faced with such a fast attacking player, they could only exchange injuries for injuries if they wanted to win.

"Relax, Clockdal, let go!"

Sith was furious and ignited a black and red karma fire all over his body. He fell behind him fiercely, trying to shake Clokdal off with great force.

"Well, useless, erode the cycle of reincarnation!"

Crouched out with a mouthful of blood, Clockdal's expression became more and more crazy, and a sandstorm was raised all over his body, and he suddenly sucked water from the Sith.

"Crockdal..."

Sith's eyes were red, his skin became dry visible to the naked eye, and black mud oozed out of his eyes. He looked even more devilish than the devil.

With his left hand back, he grabbed his thigh with one hand.

"I won't let you have a good time, isn't it just water? Let's see who fell into hell first?"

Sith's voice became more and more fierce, and the flames instantly filled Clokdal's whole body. He also became dry. In terms of dehydration, when did he fear others when he had burned away?

"ah!"

A shrill scream came from Clockdal's mouth. He opened his mouth wide, twitched all over, and his expression was extremely painful. When did he be treated like this?

The eyes began to become free, and both hands were exerting force like inertia.

“Relax, release…”

Sith's elbow kept hitting Clokdal's belly, and he had already seen the approaching sea hero Jinping.

Crazy, his movements were getting faster and faster, and he could almost see the afterimage. Finally, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and Clockdal's hand loosened a slit.

After all, the body of a mortal is not as good as a billion dragon beasts. A glimmer of light flashed in Sith's eyes. He seized the opportunity, threw away the hilt of the knife, rolled over from the ground, grabbed Crocdal's collar and smashed towards the ground.

"Crockard, you're going to die for me. If you want to kill me, you're still far from it!"

Dong!

A muffled sound came from the ground and sparks flew everywhere.

"The fishman karate - Five Thousand Tishu Fist!"

A huge black fist hit Sith's belly, and Hai Xia Jinping's face turned gloomy, and he almost let Sith run away.

A huge force came from his abdomen, and Sith's pupils shrank, and he was knocked out, his stomach was overturned.

Grinning at the corner of his mouth, he was obviously beaten hard, but Sith felt relieved.

No matter what, he is still alive. As long as he is alive, he can rely on his powerful recovery ability to waste them to death.

The shadow hit, and darkness crawled all over his body again. He didn't care about the long sword he threw away, so he wanted to retreat to the rear.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a Western sword with blue patterns carved on the hilt of the sword shot from afar. With a sting, the long sword entered the abdomen, and the few blood flowed out in a flash.

In addition to injury, you have really chosen a good time.

A trace of resentment flowed through Sith's eyes, without thinking, it was definitely the guy Bista, he remembered the familiar feeling clearly.

The stronger this person is, the more he is, the more he is. If he is more careful, how could things have gone to this point?

With his eyes stern, Jinbe stepped on his feet and accelerated his speed again. He was a veteran in the battlefield, so how could he miss such an opportunity?

The fist wind was fierce and hit Sith's chest with one punch.

"The fishman karate - the shark tile fist!"

Bang!

A loud blast came from the high wall in the distance, and the Sith was punched in.

Smoke and dust filled, Bista walked out of the side with his face, and the remaining hand was tightly pinching a red-handled Western sword, his pupils flashing left and right in his eyes, feeling an indescribable and unexplained excitement.

He won, he won, and he was determined to take revenge for the broken arm today.

...

On the execution platform, the Buddha's Warring States face turned completely cold.

He is the commander-in-chief, not the big-headed soldier fighting on the battlefield. His sight should be focused on the overall situation.

But if you don’t look at the overall situation, the more you look at it, the worse it becomes.

The white beard held Akainu and Aokiji, and Marco faced Kizaru directly. Finally, a powerful man who could do something practical was besieged and plotted against.

What the hell? Shouldn’t their navy be the dominant one compared to the number of people?

The Seven Warriors Sea...

The Warring States Period gritted its teeth and its fist couldn't help but squeezed.

Boyahan Cook? Which side of her is she? Is this how her teammates play?

Doflamingo? Even a sand crocodile can’t hold it back. Can you paddle a little more?
Chapter completed!