Blood ticked, half of the Sith's body was hiding in the shadows, and he would not make the mistake like the one he had just done. If one blow was not enough, the way to survive was to escape thousands of miles away. He kept reminding himself in his heart.

In front of him, Clockdal, the sea hero Jinping, and the foil sword Bista formed a triangle and surrounded it from all over the world. His situation was really extremely critical.

The closest friendly army to him was Doflamingo, but he looked like he was slapped and obviously had no intention of taking action. It was a very stupid thing to put his hope on others.

He wouldn't be so stupid, so he wouldn't fantasize about Doflamingo coming to save him. Even if the King is in the Seven Warriors Sea, the pirates are pirates, and a real reconciliation with the navy will never be reached.

He would only applaud the Sith's death. If he could drag the siege to death, he might laugh even more. In that case, there would be fewer obstacles on his way to becoming One Piece.

When his eyes returned, Sith gasped in a rhythmic mouth, holding Bista's blue-topped Western sword in his right hand, looking alert.

"Hmph, aren't you going to give up?"

Bista sneered, shivering with excitement, lifted the sword in his hand and swooped towards him.

"Rose dance!"

Blood-red roses floated in the air, and the only Western sword he left pointed directly at the Sith's chest.

The time has come, and he will not give Sith any chance to turn the tables. He will take Ace away today and take Sith's life away.

Clockdal and Jinpin looked at each other, nodded, and fought toward both sides of the Sith. It would be safer. Who would be willing to take the risk?

Sith narrowed his eyes, and the black and red flames danced up and down in his eyes. The darkness containing the thick malice gathered under the flames like sludge. He was ready to fight back.

Holding a knife in your right hand, the handle of the knife is tightly pinched.

Taking a deep breath, Bista's sword light came towards him, and there was a little madness on his face. It was obvious that this man really wanted the life of Sith too much.

The Sith held the knife and advanced with great strides, and the shadows filled him like a slender shadow that was dragged.

The wound on the lower abdomen brought a sharp sting. He was very awake and there would be no good results when he stayed there. Klokdal and Jinpin came from both sides, and Bista attacked head-on. He could only win if he exercised.

The Sith jumped out, his body flexibly turned sideways in the air, dodging the sword light, and the distance between the two was rapidly getting closer.

With his face close to his face, Sith could even see the high bulging blood vessels on Bista's forehead.

Bista sneered, and the momentary victory gave him great confidence. The three of them joined forces and he had no reason to lose.

As he stepped on the ground, the ice slag splashed, and as he ran quickly, the cloak behind him raised, and the Western sword that had been holding in his hand was swung out, and the sword light was picked from the lower right to the upper left. He had a wonderful premonition that the Sith would shoot from that direction.

clang!

The sound of metal collision sounded in the air, Bista raised the corner of his mouth, and he could vaguely feel the trembling on the knife opposite him, which was a sign of weakness.

He was in a happy mood, and it seemed that Sith's injury was heavier than he thought.

But this is exactly what we should do. How can we dare to face two old-fashioned Seven Warriors at the same time, a famous great swordsman in the sea?

His sword danced quickly, like a cold rain curtain crossing in front of the Sith.

If you hold on, there is no need to kill. As long as you hold on to Sith, he will win. If the three attack together, Sith will definitely die.

With a gloomy face, Sith's eyes wandered on the sword curtain. He had already noticed the changes in Bista's body. He had just surrounded him and had lost the initial indomitable spirit.

Grinning his mouth, he achieved his goal.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from Sith's ear, and a huge water bomb came over.

"The Fishman Karate - Aoyi Wu Lai Guan!"

Sith pulled his left hand and the shadow pulled him back again.

Jinping did not disappoint Bista's expectations. He moved quickly. He stepped on wooden clogs and came to Sith in two beats, posing, and greeted Sith with a big fist.

At the same time, Clockdal also surrounded the other side of the Sith, sucking a cigar in his mouth, and dust was everywhere on his body.

He looked a little embarrassed, his face was covered with burning marks, and only half of the fur coat on his shoulder was burned, but this did not delay his revenge.

He pulled out a huge desert sword from the air with his right hand, and rushed forward, and slashed hard between Sith's waist.

The sword was filled with wind, rustling, as if it was about to cut off the Sith in the waist.

The Sith naturally couldn't let him succeed. The shadows around him pulled upwards, and he rose directly into the air, turned around, and a huge sword light swayed towards him.

A trace of disdain flashed across Clockdal's face, his body collapsed, and turned into a ball of sand flying in the wind. He walked around the sword light and wrapped his hands straight towards the soles of Sith's feet.

Escape, the only thing the Sith can do now seems to be escaping, darkness pulls him, and sand and gravel follow him like a shadow.

It's too forced to fight against three.

Yu Guang looked around and Bista and Jinping had already blocked his retreat.

With a narrowed eyes, the momentum of Sith's escape came to an abrupt end. He turned around and slashed horizontally, and the blade was covered with dark and domineering aura.

The golden hook came up and made a crisp sound in the air. When the left hand bent, it immediately held the Western sword in the Sith's hand.

Then a fist filled with sand and wind hit his arm.

The speed was so fast that even afterimage flashed in the Sith's eyes.

His situation seemed to be becoming more and more dangerous.

Helplessly, he had to abandon his knife and leave.

Damn Western sword, it's really unpleasant to use.

Thorn!

Suddenly, a severe pain came from his chest, and Bista's hideous face squeezed into his eyes.

"After all, I won, Wilson Sith!"

Bista laughed, the sword in his hand was enough to shatter the Sith's internal organs.

"Oh, is that?"

Sith also had a smile on his face, and then he felt chill. His spare hands grabbed his remaining hand with one hand, and his fingers clamped in like steel.

Bista's face changed drastically, and the beads of sweat began to flow down.

I couldn't move anymore, that guy's hand was too tight.

"To be honest, it's really not easy to face you like this, especially with the two of us."

Sith looked at him and blinked his eyes, his smile becoming more and more strange and cold.

"But, you finally gave me some ideas. Since you all dare to exchange injuries for injuries, why don't I dare?"
Chapter completed!