The Stable Navy in Pirates

Chapter 187 and more
Suddenly, a white smoke enveloped the crushed ice in front of Roger, and Aokiji's figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Roger's expression froze, his brows were slightly frowned, he stared at the green leaves under his feet, and fell into deep thought.

In the air, Joey casually slashed a silver slash straight into the sky.

Patrick's expression was calm, thoughts flashed through his eyes, the umbrella in his hand pierced the air, and his friendship with Joey was hard.

Use ability?
No, for a swordsman of the same type as him, the fruit ability that Joey eats can only bless him with flying and extreme speed.

As for other things, it is useless to Patrick. For a top swordsman like him, the high-end rounds he has played are far more than Joey.

He has already understood the situation of the entire battlefield and how to fight.

Therefore, for a person who has eaten the fruit of his old opponent, he clearly knows that he cannot distance himself from Joey.

He must be kept in close combat all the time.

Clang!
The figures of the two were completely reduced to afterimages, and the sight of ordinary people could no longer capture the movements of the two of them.

They can only rely on the delayed sound made when the two collide in the air to judge the approximate location of the two.

brush…

A sword energy pierced through the ice and into the sea.

It also awakened Roger's thoughts from contemplation, and this time, he seemed to be different from before.

He glanced around and laughed heartily, "Navymen, let's do it again."

The flying squirrel, Dauberman, ghost spider, and Stolberg tightened their weapons, and flashed to Roger's four directions in the south, east, north, and west.

On their weapons, a layer of black armed domineering has been covered.

brush…

The circular transparent sword energy sent the bodies of the four people flying, and four lines of blood splashed in the air.

"shave…"

Rossi's body disappeared in place, and appeared behind the flying squirrel, intercepting his backward figure.

"It's all right, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel."

The flying squirrel spat out a mouthful of blood on the ice, and said to himself, "Is there such a powerful armed color domineering..."

Then he turned his head to look at Rossi and said, "I remember you are a master of the six styles, let's do it together."

Rossi nodded calmly. His information is no longer a secret in the Navy Headquarters, and it is reasonable for the Vice Admiral to have heard of it.

"I see."

The other three lieutenant generals stabilized their bodies in time with moon steps, and landed on the ice with solemn expressions.

Rossi took a few deep breaths, the blood flow accelerated, and he whispered to himself: "Iron Boxing Armament."

"Go up..." The flying squirrel snorted, and launched a siege again.

Rossi's eyes flashed, he shaved his feet, and swung his domineering right arm covered with armed colors in the strongest pose he knew so far.

With no fear on his face, Roger slashed forward with his saber, and then quickly turned around, making a fist with his left hand and colliding with Rossi's fist, and raising his sword with his right hand to block the eight swords of the ghost spider.

The three lieutenant generals resisted his slash with their weapons, the veins on their necks bulging.

"Hey... you little brat, are you Garp's disciple?" Roger felt Rossi's fist, smiled, and with strength in his arm, he knocked Rossi away.

Then, a red light flashed in his eyes, vibrating Ace, and a black slash cut the ghost spider into the air.

After flipping a few times in the air, Rossi's body fell into the ice, coughing up a mouthful of blood foam.

He was clutching his right arm, lying in the crushed ice, with a ferocious expression on his face, "What a powerful fist, just like Joey..."

"Is my attack completely useless against him..."

The third lieutenant general shattered Roger's slash, turning it into light spots and disappearing into the air. The flying squirrel calmed down and said to himself, "As long as his body is greatly destroyed...then he will return to his original shape." .”

Stoloberg squinted his eyes, stared at the green leaves not far in front of Roger, and thought to himself: "If that just happened by coincidence, then is it possible to call out the green pheasant again?"

"But what are the conditions for calling it out? What if the Aokiji called out is not the Aokiji we want?"

"Oh..." There was a commotion among the soldiers, they automatically gave way, and the figure of the crane appeared on the battlefield.

Roger stared at the crane for a while, thought for a while, and said in surprise: "Hey, little crane, long time no see."

He said in a deep voice: "The undead should not come out to make trouble."

Roger laughed boldly, and said: "Really...it seems to be the same as what I thought, but...I still have to take a good look at the current strength of your navy..."

"Troublesome guy..." Crane muttered to himself.

On the high-altitude side, Sengoku's huge body stepped on the air, constantly attacking Whitebeard with his own shock waves and big golden fists.

"Gu la la la..."

Whitebeard clenched his fist with his left hand, covered with the power of the shaking fruit, and struck forward, white marks filled the air, like lightning tentacles, spreading to the surroundings.

The golden light turned into a powerful impact, and against it, the strength of the two was comparable...

They are like two ferocious beasts, incompatible with each other, unwilling to give in to each other, they both want to swallow each other in one gulp.

The atmosphere is trembling, the ice layer is shaking slightly, and the broken ice on the ice surface is jumping up and down slightly, moving...

"White Beard!" Zhan Guo roared, his eyes widened.

Both of them stopped trampling the air and fell towards the ice.

Unlike the angry Sengoku, Whitebeard enjoyed this long-lost battle. Although it was due to Patrick's order, it was more because of his enthusiasm for fighting.

click...

Weak cracks appeared on the ice layer. Whitebeard retracted his left hand, held the handle with both hands, and slashed down.

Immediately, a strong wind and waves spread to their bodies, and a layer of solid ice was lifted, and they smashed towards the soldiers with the strong wind.

Countless soldiers were blinded by the sudden gust of wind...

Roger in the distance sensed the source of the air waves, turned his head to look, grinned, and suddenly ran in big strides: "White Beard, I'm here to help you."

"No, stop him quickly." Crane's expression changed, and he followed closely.

The same was true for the fourth lieutenant general. They breathed calmly and rushed towards Roger's direction.

Roger must not be allowed to meddle in the battle of the Warring States Period.

Otherwise, they will really have no power to fight back.

"Wait!" The flying squirrel closest to Roger dodges in front of him and cuts it off with a sword.

Roger's domineering aura was activated, and while dodging sideways, he also slashed away with his sword.

There is a natural barrier between the lieutenant general and the general, and there is a relative strength gap between the general and the marshal.

Therefore, the situation can be imagined.

Even a veteran lieutenant general like Flying Squirrel has no way to stop him in the face of a marshal-level combat power.

There was a sound of brushing, and a bloodstain appeared from the right shoulder to the left rib of the flying squirrel...

(End of this chapter)