One Piece’S Scarlet Swordsman

At this moment, Kaido, suspended in the form of a giant dragon, suddenly raised his head slightly. Looking at the sea in the distance, he saw a pirate ship gradually appearing in his line of sight. At a glance, there were more than ten ships.

"The scarlet guy, are you planning to come and join in?"

After going through two battles in a row, even Kaido, who is known as the world's strongest creature and has a strong resilience to pervert, can't help but feel strenuous. The scar on his head is still aching, and the bleeding on the chin has stopped, but the wound has not disappeared. , Such scars cannot be recovered in a short time.

There is Kizaru support now. Although Jhin is there, his strength is still a bit worse. It can be done by dragging Kizaru, but it will definitely be defeated over time. At that time, he will definitely be profited by the Scarlet Pirate fisherman. He doesn't want to give it. Others do wedding dresses.

"Let's go, Jhin." Kaido turned his head and flew away, his huge body shuttled through the clouds, and the thunder rolled like a thunder dragon looming in the sky.

"Yes, Brother Kaido." Jhin raised his head in response, shaking his ten-meter wingspan, and quickly flew away with Kaido's dragon body.

"Oh~~ They have played enough, are you going to leave?" Kizaru raised his head and looked at Kaido, who was gradually going away in the sky, and said leisurely.

Garp frowned and looked in the opposite direction of Kaido's departure. "Sure enough, it's here, otherwise Kaido won't let it go."

"Um~~ It's really difficult, Mr. Garp..." Kizaru also spotted the pirate fleet in the distance, turned his head to Garp and said helplessly, "Since the Scarlet Pirates are here, we should also leave."

"In your current state, I'm afraid it's not a scarlet opponent. Besides, I'm not here to fight, I'm just here to rescue."

"If you want to go to war, it's better to send Sakazuki."

"Those soldiers..." Garp didn't reply to Kizaru's words, but turned to look at the soldiers' bodies floating on the sea, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

"From the current situation, we must give up on them. It is impossible for the two of us to go back with a bunch of corpses." Kizaru said nonchalantly, completely ignoring Garp, whose face was getting more and more ugly. After all, These people will die, and part of the responsibility lies with him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A large number of shells attacked from the air and exploded after falling into the water around the two of them. The waves shook the wreckage violently.

"gone."

Kizaru grabbed Garp's shoulders and turned into a golden light without waiting for the other person to speak.

In the distance on the observation deck on the top of the Ragnarok, a watcher used a binoculars to find a golden light heading towards the end of the sky, and said loudly to the bottom: "Master Aethas, found a golden light flying away..."

"Golden Light, is it Kizaru?" Aethas held the hilt of the great sword on his back subconsciously with his right hand, and raised his chin slightly. "Sure enough, the explosion just now gave me a familiar feeling."

"It's better to leave, inform everyone, as long as you find a living mouth, shoot it immediately."

"Hi!"

A subordinate standing behind Aethas immediately responded, and then ran to the side to notify the other people on the pirate ship with a phone worm.

At this moment, not far from a piece of wreckage floating in the sea, a Marine Vice Admiral with a punk head and purple hair was slowly climbing up from above. It was the mole Vice Admiral who came to support.

"Ahem..." Mole slowly opened his eyes, stood up with his hands on the floor, and coughed out a few mouthfuls of seawater mixed with blood.

"How... horrible battles can cause such disasters."

The Mole looked around. The corpses of Marines and pirates were densely floating on the surface of the sea. Ship wrecks and human corpses were mixed floating on the surface of the sea. The blood dyed the surface of the sea to blood red. It was a hell on earth.

"We... the whole army is annihilated...?" The Mole looked sad, and scratched his claw marks on the wreckage with both hands.

"Wow..."

An iron ship came slowly, and stopped not far from the mole. He suddenly raised his head, turned to a Moonwalk and jumped up into the sky, two drops of tears slipped from his eye sockets, and the air under his feet exploded with a sound of being stepped on. To Ragnarok.

"Master Gurant, someone rushed over here."

Gurant sat on the throne with a glass of red wine in his hand, and a pirate who was observing turned his head to report.

"Dare to rush into this ship at this time, do you know who it is?"

"Puff!"

As soon as Gurant's voice fell, a man in a cloak suddenly appeared on the bow, wiped the throat of the pirate who had spoken before, and knelt on one knee on the deck.

The people who suddenly appeared on the deck attracted everyone's attention. They didn't notice someone rushing toward the ship, but they wanted to see who was so courageous and dared to join the ship at this time.

Everyone present is strong, and many eyes are gathered on the body. Even the Mole, who is a Marine elite, feels heavy pressure. The hair is erected all over his body, and his perception is warning him with all his strength, saying, "This is dangerous, keep staying here. Will die" signal.

"Um?"

Gurant's gaze slowly shifted to the person, his brows raised lightly, and he looked at him with interest.

"Uhhhhhhh..."

"Mole Vice Admiral...what a rare visitor."

The low and light voice entered into the Mole's ears, his complexion changed, and it was extremely ugly. Although many years have passed, the slightly immature voice of a teenager has now become low and magnetic.

But he will never forget the figure holding the green long sword seventeen years ago.

"Huh~hu~"

Mole panted slightly, got up slowly, flicked the long sword in his hand, and flew away the blood stained by the sword.

"clatter……"

Under the terrifying pressure, Mole took a step forward with his right foot, frowning at the red figure sitting on the throne at the other end.

In a white-inch shirt and a blood-red windbreaker, he is thirty-one years old, with short stubble on his chin and lips, a slightly messy short hair, a high nose and a sharp jawline, just like walking out of a martial arts novel. The mysterious figure, a trace of unpredictable temperament revealed, as if he was about to wave a long sword in the next instant.

"After seventeen years... we met again."

Mole danced in front of him with a long sword in his hand, pointed diagonally at the ground, his face was gloomy, but there was a sense of determination in his eyes, his body was leaning forward, and in a flash, he rushed towards Gurant with a sharp sword in his hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

"Huh!"

At the moment the Mole moved, Gurant put down the goblet in his hand, grabbed the Seven-Star Sword standing beside the throne, waved his backhand, and a white sword light flashed.

"boom!"

The Mole only felt that something was passing through his body, he could not help but raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, stopped weakly, and fell on his back with inertia.

"How can it be... so powerful..."

"Just seventeen years..."

Mole made a hoarse voice in his throat, and looked up at the figure on the throne with difficulty, only to see that the other party was looking at him with a funny face.

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