The wrist trembled, the big knife rolled up the curtain, like a terrifying vortex spinning in the dark night, the gun flashed white light and disappeared, and the black shards fell. Like a shattered mirror, the edge of the sharp rotating "crackling" hit the raised fangs of the black knife.

Mihawk stared unblinkingly at the cheek that was close to him, his head tilted slightly, but the big knife, which was as tall as a man, was as light as an embroidery needle, flashing like a butterfly through a flower, turning back and posing in the shape of a cross in front of him. , actually contrasting strangely with the cross pattern on the center of Yaerlin's eyebrows, dark and secluded.

The icy killing intent froze the air, Mihawk stepped on the black coffin, and turned his feet to take advantage of the situation to drive the whole body to lower the sword. The swaying dancing posture, the rounded cloth is like a sharp knife wheel, and it is straight to Yaerlin's head.

"Snake bone iron stew!"

Yaerlin's pupils shrank slightly, his white cloak was swayed by the cold wind, his brows seemed to be sunken inward, but there was a dangerous and strange look on his face, and his whole chest seemed to be leaking and suddenly flattened, like Zhang Suifeng fluttering in the wind. The piece of paper swept back, but the skin on the neck suddenly turned black, and a black mist appeared on the whole person's head and face for a moment, as if it had changed from a full flesh and blood to a sketch of a human face drawn by a carbon pen.

The texture of flesh and blood turned into fine "lines" that were elongated and extended, and the neck seemed to bounce out of the neck cavity, and the black snake avoided the blade and went straight to Mihawk, the corners of his mouth grinning. In Kai You Hei's mouth, the sound of "neighing" screamed, and the black line that spewed out was like a group of snakes who came out of their caves madly biting.

Overlaid on the eagle eye's retina, the whole picture is full of horror and eerie abstraction.

The black and white cloaks are tangent, and the black knife wheel cuts off the navy cloak, cutting off the word "justice" like embers left by burning, and then slashes the paper-thin Yaerlin together with the black knife. On the chest, a piece of paper was not slashed, on the contrary, the violent friction made a sour sound, as if holding a fingernail rubbing against a blackboard, and a spark burst out from the front, back and back of the equally matched chest.

"Have you used the Sixth Form of the Navy to such a degree? Thin as a piece of paper, hard as steel!" Mihawk raised his eyebrows slightly, and the black knife that slashed through Yaerlin's chest took advantage of the situation to cut through a half-arc, and slashed horizontally. Back, like a swooping eagle's wings from behind, chasing the neighing snake in front.

The blade turned and even the sound was annihilated. At the moment when the snake group was about to stick to Mihawk's cheek, the black light veneered, and countless "black snakes" were cut off in response to the light. The black and gray of Mihawk seemed to flow down Mihawk's cheeks and fell on both sides of the collar.

Without the slightest pause, Mihawk's large knife in his hand turned 90 degrees vertically and made a "humming" tremor. The clouds and mist in the sky silently split into two pieces, revealing a straight line.

Yaerlin's stretched head shrank back, he shook his neck and made a crunching sound, the whole person stepped down a little, took a few steps to pull up the distance from Mihawk, and at the same time, his right foot kicked into the air like an iron whip. , In an instant, I saw nine parallel vacuum gaps split open like the air collapsed.

The knife energy of the black knife slashing collided with the vacuum that smashed everything, and then there was no sound of annihilation, as if all the sounds were cut and smashed by the road, the black and white energy slowly disappeared, and the air around him suddenly suddenly A circle of spreading waves rippled, and the broken clouds in the sky were shattered into countless fragments, and only rainfall within a radius fell.

Mihawk stared coldly at Yallin who was trampling on the ground in mid-air. At the same time, the blade stabbed at his back. One of the lenses that had solidified in the rain screen was pierced and shattered.

There was a muffled sound from a figure on the merchant ship behind. Hot blood flowed down the deep wound on the arm, where the bone was visible. The blade of the knife went straight through the entire arm from the wrist, and the flesh was cut as flat as a mirror to the sides.

"Accelerate healing!"

A man dressed as a navy came out of the cabin again, with dark silver hair like a lion's mane hanging down to his heels. He reached out and tapped lightly, and the man's wounds and flesh grew and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roll quickly healed into a fresh red tender scar.

Mihawk's eyes swept across Yaerlin and noticed the inconspicuous merchant ship, his sharp eyes retracted at the shadow of the ship's hatch.

It seems like an instant fight, but it is actually dangerous and unusual. A little carelessness may have added a broken body to the sea, but the two seem to be unaware, their eyes are still cold and waveless, and the air is full of The dead silence, the sinister and the sharp killing intent collided.

Yaerlin narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly stepped back half a step under his feet. Hawkeye frowned, and he heard Yaerlin suddenly let out a weird laugh: "Oh, the black cross sword and the coffin ship, this Could it be Jolakoll Mihawk, one of the Seven Wuhais under the King? I just recognized it~lightnovelpub.net~ It's so rude."

Mihawk is taciturn. He silently stared at Yaerlin's fake smile as if his face changed. He didn't answer, but he already understood Yaerlin's meaning in his heart. The blood on the tip of the knife shook off, and then it was inserted back into the cross scabbard.

"But I can't blame it all. Who would have predicted that the King's Qiwuhai would appear at the entrance to the East China Sea in a corner? I thought it was someone impersonating, hahaha." He put his cloak in his hand and glanced at it with a half-smiling smile: "Even the long-haired man of justice has been cut off, what a sharp black knife!"

Mihawk didn't say a word, staring coldly at Yaerlin's shameless performance of his own words, the cut cloak slipped from Yaerlin's palm and crashed on the sea with a "click".

"It seems that another dangerous figure has appeared in the navy." Mihawk thought to himself, he was not interested in watching Yaerlin's performance, and he didn't like this kind of hidden dialogue. The navy on the opposite side was all over his body Exuding a cold and sinister aura like a poisonous snake, he stared at Yaerlin for two seconds before the black coffin ship backed away.

The smile on Yaerlin's face subsided, he kept watching the black coffin ship disappearing from the edge of his sight, and then he stood on the deck of the merchant ship again in a flash, and said quietly: "The king goes down to the Qiwuhai, what a disgusting name. , I think Sakaski thinks so too, hehe~"

Amidst the laughter, the figure on the deck slipped back into the nacelle, and the merchant ship, which had regained its silence, drifted inconspicuously in the sea, heading towards its intended destination...