clang!

The metal roared violently, and the two steel knives collided violently, and the air exploded, and the extremely powerful force pressed against each other in the air, instantly shaking the pirate ship under his feet torn apart.

A dazzling bright light flashed, and lightning spread out from the blade, making the person unable to open his eyes.

Whether it is the Sith or Edward Viblu, both are absolute power players. They can kill ordinary strong people by relying solely on physical fitness. When they suddenly explode, their power is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

The pressure dispersed, and the two of them quarreled in place, and the energy storm instantly spread to a small sea area. The sea water within a radius of 100 meters soared into the sky, as if several tons of high explosives had been buried, and the entire space was revived.

The deck was stripped off, rolling the wreckage into the air with the pirates, and it was a mess.

"Wilson Sith, dare to bully my mom, I want you to die!"

Edward Weiblu's eyes widened, bloodshot crawled across the iris, murderous aura spread, the power in his hand increased by two more points, the muscles on his arms bulged, and the blood vessels were like green snakes surging up and down. The long sword separated and slashed straight from top to bottom. Its momentum was magnificent and unstoppable.

In terms of power alone, Whitebeard II is indeed worthy of the name of Whitebeard, and even the Sith felt very difficult for a moment.

Sith is a person who has experienced the war of the top, and even Whitebeard himself has fought with him one-on-one. He can be said to be the group with the most say in the power of Edward Wiblu.

Those who have seen the power of Whitebeard may not have seen the power of Edward Wimbler. Those who have seen the power of Edward Wimbler may have passed the era of Whitebeard. Only those who have entered the world stage at the junction of the two eras are qualified to judge the power of these two people.

In terms of strength, Edward Wiblu is naturally no match for Whitebeard, and even the elderly Whitebeard cannot do it. However, Whitebeard has not only the power of a pure body, but also the shocking fruit, and the domineering aura that is so powerful that the world changes color. The three are superimposed to make the whitebeard.

The Sith absorbed part of the domineering aura of Whitebeard, and Blackbeard swallowed the shaking fruit. The two of them instantly jumped from the Seven Warriors Sea to the level of general. Although the two were already strong, Whitebeard's strength was evident.

But Edward Viblu is different. He neither has the devil fruit that is developed to the extreme like Whitebeard, nor is he powerful enough domineering. He relies on pure body and armed domineering. The Sith can assert that Edward Viblu has definitely a further potential.

But potential is potential, and strength is strength. Everything is useless until potential is transformed into power.

Sith looked sternly, and his five fingers turned on the knife handle, and his strength also swarmed up along the blade.

boom!

The two swords were connected, and the awe-inspiring momentum spread out from both bodies. The power could not be expressed in words, just like a sea falling from the sky, and the pressure was so strong that it could not be breathed.

After all, the Sith is not the Sith of the past. He has passed the stage of the Seven Warlords. The qualifications, potential, and everything he possesses are transformed into real power.

Even if he has the power of Whitebeard when he was young, what he has is the combination of power, domineeringness, and the ability of the dark dominator. This is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two. Adding up the three is the qualitative difference.

The more and more power accumulated, the more chips became larger and larger, and the corners of Sith's mouth raised a little curve.

clatter!

Under the pressure of Edward Wiblu, Sith took a step forward, raised his head, and the two looked at each other.

"Why, who do you want to die?"

With blue veins bulging around his neck, Edward Wiblu's eyes soon turned into astonishment.

Someone actually suppressed him in terms of strength?

It's simply unbelievable, no, this is impossible. He has never been in such a mess since his debut.

He is the son of a white beard, and the world's strongest blood flows in his body. How could he be suppressed casually?

"Wilson Sith, unforgivable."

He roared, his muscles swelled again, and his whole body was concentrated on the knife, and the water surface trembled, and he almost burst into a sea.

"snort."

Grinning at the corner of his mouth, Sith made a contemptuous sound, his five fingers slowly slid on the hilt of the knife, and his right hand tightened for a few minutes.

clatter!

Facing the huge force, his right foot took another step forward.

"It's useless, your strength is far from it."

In an instant, endless darkness burst out from the Sith, like a sword that shook the sky. Yin and Yang split, dividing the entire world into two halves, forming a vortex that could be seen in the naked eye in the field of vision.

The violent energy storm rushes back and forth, causing everything around to mess up.

He carried darkness and fire, as if he had opened the gates of hell. The closer he got, the more pressure he was, the more he was, and Edward Vibru made a sound like a machine-bearing.

boom!

The sword slashed horizontally, causing a wave of air. Edward Viblu and his sword were bombarded by the Sith's blow.

"How could it be?"

Miss Ba Jin was stunned, his eyes as big as a copper bell.

How could this person be so strong?

She almost howled in her heart, forgot to pay attention to Edward Wiblu's life and death and injuries, and her head was buzzing, as if there were millions of bees fluttering at the same time.

In order to realize her ambitions and to get a share of the pie in the era of the pirates, she deliberately suppressed her ambitions and waited until Whitebeard died before coming out to stir up the wind and rain.

Now that the great cause has not been achieved, why did they encounter such a thing as their mother and son?

This is not scientific at all, nor is it metaphysical. Shouldn’t the struggle for becoming a king take one step at a time?

What the hell is that when you first leave the novice village, you encounter a large-scale divine equipment boss?

Suddenly, Miss Ba Jin's expression became extremely ferocious. Coupled with her face full of wrinkles and thick lip gloss, she really looked like an evil ghost who escaped from hell.

Turning his head, his eyes intertwined with the Whitebeard Pirates and Raki Lu of the Red-haired Pirates. His voice was hoarse and sharp, and he looked particularly mean.

"What are you doing? Why don't you take action quickly? Do you think he will let you go after killing us mother and son?"

Laki Lu's fat body was stunned for a moment. His original smile was gone, and his eyes became extremely sharp, like a wolve in the wilderness.

"This old woman is right. Izang and Scuard, it's time to let go of their prejudices. If we don't join forces, we will all die today."

The word death is like a curse coiled around everyone's heads, and it cannot be dispelled. Just like when we were fighting for war, today is time to fight for our lives again.

Scuard and Izang looked at each other, exchanged their eyes, nodded, gestured toward Lakyo and Harta, and nodded.

"I know, we won't drag our backs. Let's kill that bastard Wilson Sith first."

"Okay, then let's take action together."

In the fragile alliance with many contradictions, Raki Lu, who had no fundamental contradiction except the Sith, subconsciously took over the command and shouted at everyone.

For a moment, the old woman Laki Lu, Yizang, Harta, Scuyard, Lakyo, and even Miss Bajin took action together and rushed towards the Sith.

The Sith shook his head and couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of this world. The enemy who had just beaten to death just now became brothers who had to entrust their lives to the next moment. It was really ironic.

However, he was not annoyed. When the strength was very different, siege could indeed be called a way of life. Even if it was higher than the level, it was not impossible. But no matter what, it would have to be a real life entrusted.

A plastic alliance like this that is guarding against each other and guarding each other may be a pit, pitfalls, and flaws everywhere.

In order to win, he has patience. He is the one who is invincible innate, not the plastic alliance, but the one who should be anxious is them.

But rather than being anxious, they should do more praying, praying that they will not make any mistakes in the battle, otherwise the Sith will tangle around like a poisonous snake until they crush them to pieces.

With cold eyes, the Sith stepped out, and afterimages appeared all over his body. The knife moved with his heart and directly handed over the attacks of several people.

The air burst, and it was difficult for the naked eye to capture their shadows. Only the dense sound of metal collisions could be heard in the ears.

"Damn, Wilson Sith, I want you to die."

At the bottom of one of the pirate ships of the Whitebeard Pirates, Whitebeard II Edward Wiblu climbed up from a huge gap, with a huge wound on his body.

He was covered in blood, extending from the left neck to the right lower abdomen. The man opposite him looked like he was deadly.

The big knife in his hand was not loose, and his expression was extremely resentful, but it was right. Anyone who was slashed hard like this would probably not feel good.

With red eyes, Edward Wiblu wanted to rush up and tear the Sith in half.

But the severe pain in his chest awakened him. His mind was not really good, but he was not really stupid enough to joke about his life.

The joint siege of the crowd seemed to be evenly matched with the Sith, but in fact it had fallen into the Sith rhythm. This is the sorrow of the weak. They can only passively adapt to the strong, and then be ruthlessly torn apart in the areas where the strong are good at.

He had seen the power of the Sith, and it would be useless for him to rush over now. He could not interrupt the Sith's rhythm at all, and in the end he could only become a victim of the Sith's attack.

The brain burned and hurt because of overthinking. It was really hard for him to have the few brain capacity of Edward Viblu.

The way to break the deadlock? How could he think of it?

With a big knife in his hand, he felt an indescribable anxiety in his heart. When he shook his head and lowered his head, he discovered a problem.

His blood seemed to stop.

This is his innate talent. In addition to his great strength, he also has the ability to heal itself that ordinary people can unimaginably.

From head to toe, he had suffered many injuries, including wounds where the entire scalp was cut off, but he still survived. As long as he did not die on the spot or damage his heart, he could survive.

He seemed to have found a chance to win. As long as he was held back, the Sith could cut him thousands of swords. As long as he cut the Sith, he would not believe that the Sith also had the powerful self-healing ability like him.

With a big knife in his hand, Edward Wiblu rushed over with heavy steps.

"Mom, I'll help you."

The big sword danced wildly in the air, bringing not only the air waves, but also countless sharpness, slashing straight towards the Sith.

Sith narrowed his eyes slightly, his body dodged left and right in the air, and the darkness twisted, and from time to time he would pull his body into the interlayer of the shadow.

Everyone did not expect Edward Wimbledon's sudden move. Although the offensive was strong, he was in a hurry and was a little busy. Suddenly, he didn't know whether it was to be relieved or angry, and finally he turned on his face and only smiled bitterly.

It was helpful, but the rhythm they finally found was also messed up in this sudden attack.

This is not a big deal in ordinary battles. After all, experts like them can adjust quickly, but the Sith is not an ordinary person, and this is not an ordinary battle.
To be continued...