From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Set off!"

After seeing all eight contestants on board, Akainu raised his arm and the warship set sail and sailed straight to the deserted island.

And it’s not just him, one of the Five Old Stars, Izanbalon V. Nasshou Langsheng, and Lu Qi, who has his butt wrapped in gauze and has a stern look on his face,

Sengoku, Garp and other high-ranking navy officials were also on board.

It is no small matter to fill the position of a general, so every high-level person who can take charge of the matter has come.

Two hours later,

The warship docked and the players disembarked, but not all, but only the first pair of players.

Because the entire island is a battlefield, those who did not participate in the battle can only stay on the ship to watch the battle.

Leng Kong glanced at it,

The first contestants to land on the island were a tall beauty with a proud figure and a spider tattoo on her thigh, and the other was a bitch with a strong upper body and a numb lower body.

"The bad guys start the show, and the strong ones finish the show?"

After roughly assessing the strength of the two people based on their auras, Leng Kong suddenly lost interest. Instead of watching rookies pecking each other, he might as well continue studying his own big iron rod.

Sit cross-legged with your legs crossed, hold the stick with both hands, palms facing up, and assume a standard meditation posture.

"Let me see if my previous guess is correct!"

"Ha ha."

Close your eyes and release all your fighting spirit and momentum at the same time.

Huhu

A strong wind suddenly blew around the ship, and as the huge waves roared, the momentum of the endless sea of ​​blood leaked out of Leng Kong's body, eventually dyeing the sky and the earth scarlet red.

Feel it up close, the impact will be greater!

Everyone standing on the warship, except for a few people with the strength of generals, the other weaker ones were rushed by the momentum of the blood sea, and immediately flew away from the cold sky under the instinctive trend.

"monster!"

"The pure aura can be so terrifying. How did he practice it?"

Even Yisheng and Huang Mu, who had the strength of generals, looked at Leng Kong's figure floating in the sea of ​​blood, and their eyelids twitched.

"Come on, eat!"

"See how much you can eat!"

At this moment, Leng Kong was completely focused on the big iron rod and didn't care about the two people's comments at all.

Driven by his will, the blood sea at high altitude formed a whirlpool, and then stretched downwards. Its end point was the big knife-shaped iron rod held in the palm of his hand.

As the aura poured in, the blood essence absorbed by the iron rod was activated, a red light glowed, and then it crazily devoured the sea of ​​blood in the sky like a giant whale sucking water.

Rumble.

In an instant, the sea of ​​​​blood boiled high in the sky, hurricane waves surged under the boat, and the huge vortex of the sea of ​​​​blood turned faster and faster, as if it had found a home, the iron rod was poured in crazily.

No, it's not an iron rod, but a magic sword: Ghost Bite!

At this time, Leng Kong also felt a vague sense of flesh-and-blood connection on the magic knife, as if the magic knife was his exogenous arm.

But that's not the case with others.

Because the Demonic Sword and the Demonic Devouring were madly devouring the sea of ​​momentum and blood, this moment was equivalent to the spiritual manifestation of Leng Kong, and it was the spiritual manifestation of the craziest and most exciting period.

Deadly!

Endless death energy overflowed from the blade, and the purest aura of destruction such as incomparable blood, cruelty, violence, hunger, thirst, and killing greatly stimulated the nerves of everyone on the ship.

"Lots of blood!"

"It feels so uncomfortable!"

Some crew members focused their eyes on the magic knife, and their minds were immediately overwhelmed by the endless death energy escaping from it.

"The energy of death is like the sea, and the killing is like the abyss!"

"Invisible, invisible!"

With the state of mind of a great swordsman, he stood in the center of the sea of ​​blood, his body tensed, his palm tightly clenched on the handle of the sword, his eyelids tightly closed and trembling crazily, revealing a trace of dead white.

"Yaoyao knife!"

"This is a peerless demonic sword!"

He actually felt a strong crisis on a blade that had not yet been sharpened!

Then he shouted at the ordinary crew members: "Everyone close your eyes, cover your ears, don't look anymore, don't listen anymore!"

"yes!"

The crew member, who was feeling extremely uncomfortable, immediately closed his eyes and covered his ears as he asked.

Sure enough, after losing sight of the magic knife and hearing the roar of the huge waves, the discomfort immediately eased a lot.

"Hiss. How scary!"

Kizaru took two steps back slightly and complained perfunctorily: "The newcomers now are really scary!"

"What demon sword?"

All the red cloud vortexes were submerged into the blade, and Leng Kong stood up with a satisfied expression, "It's just a big iron rod with decent hardness, no need to make such a fuss!"

To be honest, the ghost fusion aura, especially the ability to absorb negative energy, was beyond his expectations.

Doing this once is more relaxing than meditating for hours.

In the future, meditation can be replaced with coiled sword.

He has always maintained the habit of meditating because the fused ghost body and the human body are giving birth to bloodthirsty rage and destructive desires anytime and anywhere, and he needs to use meditation to cleanse his spirit and will.

Otherwise, the spiritual will will be overshadowed by endless hostility and desire for destruction, turning into a monster that only knows how to kill.

But now, the mysterious iron rod from outer space can actually absorb his own "qi" and "momentum", and he no longer needs to spend a lot of time meditating every day.

And through continuous infusion, accumulation, and evolution, the ultimate sword-making intention finally developed, maybe

Maybe even the bald head can be cut in half!

Haha, looking forward to it!

"Something happened?"

As Leng Kong gained momentum, the completely ignored battle was over. After returning, Taotu asked blankly.

She had also felt the momentum of the blood sea just now. She thought some big crisis had occurred, so she quickly dispatched her opponent and ran back immediately.

"A new monster appeared, and by chance, I bumped into him. It looks like he's going to suffer."

The tea dolphin who had confessed to Momotu more than 100 times immediately licked it: "Gion sister, please give me a hug with your love and comfort me."

That's right, the next showdown will be between him and Leng Kong!

"roll!"

Seeing the behavior of the tea dolphin, Taotu also knew that he might have misunderstood. As usual, he kicked the tea dolphin aside with a flying kick.

"Stop playing tricks, it's our turn!"

Leng Kong carried the magic knife on his shoulder, bent his legs and jumped off the bow of the ship.

"Then you should be gentle, brother, I can't stand a blow."

The tea dolphin rubbed her waist, which had been kicked countless times by the goddess, and catapulted to the island on her clogs.

Hitting is kissing, scolding is loving!

He was already used to being beaten once after confessing.

"Don't worry, this knife is not used to deal with you!"

Putting the ghost bite in place, Leng Kong walked around the island with his bare hands.

He had no intention of fighting with the sword until his sword intention was accumulated and tempered to the extreme.

After all, this is the ultimate move left to Saitama's star-destroying combat power!

"If you do this, you will suffer a loss!"

The tea dolphin held up his hat and drew out his samurai sword. Although the sword was not famous, it was also a good, quick and powerful sword!

"No,"

Leng Kong smiled and shook his head, "You are not qualified to be my prey!"

"Haha. Are you underestimated by the newcomer?"

The tea dolphin showed an ugly smile, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, his left hand naturally drooped, and his body squatted slightly, assuming a fighting posture.