Pirate's Swamp Fruit

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"Forest" A straight sword wave flew out across a hundred meters of the sea. Armand retracted the famous sword named White Fish with an expressionless face. The blade slowly returned to the scabbard, and the cold aura of the forest disappeared.

Ten cannonballs lined up in mid-air, but at different distances, were instantly cut in half and exploded separately.

"Oh Lord Armand"

There was an exciting roar on the boat, and the fish gate waved its arms.

This sword made the people on the shore become solemn, especially Kuchiel, who had unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand with a solemn expression.

At this time, the ship had already rushed within meters of the island. In addition to being caught off guard by the first wave of shells, everyone on the ship reacted and showed the terrifying strength of the Angry Legion. Before the shells arrived, they were hit by a shot down or detonated directly in the air

"Hey!" Cracker took the lead with a ferocious smile and jumped up from the boat. The rest of the people also jumped up with excited sneers on their faces.

The scene was like a dense mass of meteors, falling towards the land.

"bang bang bang"

There was a burst of smoke and dust, and the ship had docked on the shore. The clatter of footsteps sounded intensively. The chess soldiers poured out of the ship in an orderly manner, and then lined up in a row.

The smoke cleared, revealing a group of main characters of the Wrath Legion, as well as the tall General Biscuit.

The threatening and terrifying momentum rushed towards everyone outside the trench, causing nervous sweat to flow down the faces of some members.

Looking at the menacing crowd in front of him, Wilde's face was calm, his body slowly lowered, his right hand stretched out, and his palm had already touched the ground.

"Yeah" Krick's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Boom!" The next second, the ground that everyone was stepping on suddenly collapsed. Cracker's face changed drastically, and his eyes widened with anger. In a quick glance, he saw the sticky swamp exposed underneath.

"Garrett"

"Boom" stirred up smoke and dust in the sky again, and the figures of the Angry Legion disappeared in the smoke and dust.

Everyone on Wilder's side held their breath and stared nervously at the smoke, as if they wanted to see the scene inside.

It was only the next moment that Wilder's calm face changed slightly, and he said lightly: "It is worthy of being one of the generals, and it is also worthy of being an angry legion."

When everyone heard what he said, their expressions were horrified.

"boom"

The next moment, a big hole was blasted out of the smoke and dust, and the tall General Biscuit walked out coldly. The swamp under his feet was covered with a layer of lavender, water-like things.

"Sen" Klicka's face was dark. He coldly and ruthlessly drew out the long sword from his back, and struck out with a sword without any warning. The wide sword wave lifted up the swamp like a wave, and everyone was pressed over it.

At this time, the smoke and dust behind him finally dissipated, revealing the crowd, and the ground under their feet was supported by something like a water mass, preventing them from falling into the swamp.

Their faces were as frosty, and their ferocious eyes almost made the soldiers faint.

A group of people walked over with heart-heavy steps.

The waves of the swamp set off by the sword wave came over. Wilder watched calmly, his body motionless. The old general with a calm face beside him, Kuqier, took a step forward, swung the huge sword held in both hands back, and then , slashing out in a semicircular motion

"Intensified hurricane"

"Boom" With the slash, a strong wind erupted out of the swamp. The momentum of the waves coming from the swamp came to a halt for an instant. As the strong wind swept out, the terrifying force finally showed. The waves were actually pressed hard. It receded, and finally subsided, turning into a still swamp.

"Ho" Kuchiel's breathing was a little unsteady. Obviously, this violent move was too much for his old body, but he didn't have any expression of decadence, and his face was as calm and resolute as ever.

Cracker glanced at Cuchiel somewhat unexpectedly, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He turned his head and showed Wilder a sinister smile, with an undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

Behind him, Armand, Garrett, Opera, Mondor, Bobby, and other main members came to him and stopped, standing opposite Wilder and his group. For a while, neither side spoke.

There is no sign of the battle, and it is instant.

"Boom" Cracker stepped on the ground with his feet, holding a long sword, and rushed toward Wilder with a bang. Halfway through, the long sword in his hand was already raised, with a stern look in his eyes and a cold and killing smile on his face.

"go to hell"

"Kang" blinked, and in front of Wilder, the long sword swung down with a clang. Wilder took two steps back slightly and resisted the blow with both hands.

Fast and powerful.

Wilder's expression didn't change, and he thought to himself.

At the same time, the others also moved, and everyone separated a certain distance in a tacit understanding. Armand took the lead to find Kuchiel. Obviously, the blow just now aroused his interest, and the two stood facing each other. Armand slowly drew out the slender sharp sword. From the beginning to the end, he looked at Cuquier with deathly silence in his eyes, even lifeless, and his expression remained indifferent.

Kuchiel's old face faced the opponent, his brows were wrinkled for some reason, his eyes were sharp and unwavering, and he raised the huge saber unhurriedly, holding the saber in both hands, Look at your opponent.

"Sen"

The two of them moved at the same time, and their bodies disappeared from where they were originally standing. When they reappeared, they were slashing together with their swords. Sparks flew out, and air waves flew around. One of the two fought fiercely and directly, while the other seemed to be parrying calmly. In fact, it is radical and proactive, and every slash has a sharp and murderous intention.

On the other side, Claire also took the initiative to find Charlotte Garrett. From the beginning of the battle between the two, Garrett's face became ugly and extremely cautious.

Claire's speed is too fast, the monthly steps make her unable to seize the opportunity at all, and the other party seems to know her ability, so she can't find a chance to use the ability to restrain the other party.

On the contrary, Claire's offensive power, which occupies the commanding heights and the initiative, is very difficult for Garrett to deal with.

"That terrifying slashing wave coming from the legs, it's the Arashi Kick from the Sixth Marine Style, right?" Garrett once again awkwardly dodged the slashing attack from the sky, and crouched behind a rock. He analyzed with a solemn expression and gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, it's happening again." Before she could take a breath, Garrett's expression changed and she quickly turned around and jumped away from the boulder.

The next moment, as soon as she left, the boulders were neatly separated with a flash of sharpness. Claire was towering over the sky, with a cold face and slightly playful red lips. She looked sideways at the other party with such disdain that it made Garrett grit her teeth. .

"Damn it." She stared at Claire in the sky fiercely, and two lavender "water balls" appeared in her hands.

With a flick, the water ball shot upwards, pointing directly at Claire.

"The Flower of Lanjiao Cuttings" Claire retracted her pretended disdainful gaze, regained her cold expression, and countless sharp edges shot out from her toes.

"Puff, puff, puff!" Attacks like cannonballs and sharp arrows rained down from the sky. Garrett's eyes widened in panic. She didn't have time to think too much, and quickly backed away from the area.

Purple roses fell densely on the ground, beautiful but dangerous. They bloomed and fell on the ground. The ground seemed to be pierced by sharp javelins. Dust splashed up, and holes about the thickness of a finger suddenly appeared, bottomless.

When the attack fell, Claire's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, Garret, who had just escaped from the attack, shrank her pupils, her face changed, and her body reflexively wanted to dodge, but it was too late. , Claire appeared in front of her without a sound, bent down, and a straight white foot had already been printed on her stomach.

Murderous intent flashed across Claire's cold face: "The flower of the engraved book"

"Wow" Garrett spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes bulged, her pupils were trembling, almost dilated, and her body flew backwards like a cannonball.

On her stomach, the clothes exploded, and a slash like an explosion traversed the abdomen. The wound was like a blooming rose, and the blood was gushing out crazily, gorgeous and poignant.

"Damn it, you dare to hurt Garrett. Go and die." An extremely angry voice came in her ears, followed by a hot breath. Claire's face changed, and she didn't have time to turn around, and her body jumped. leave the place

"Hey" the moment she left the place, the hot cream was poured on the land, and a thick figure walked toward Claire angrily and with heavy steps.

"Opela." Claire's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the person coming.

At the same time, all parts of the battlefield are engaged in fierce fighting, and both sides are fighting with the purpose of killing each other.

However, the situation is very unfavorable for Wilder's side.

Claire is an exception. The battles of other people truly fully demonstrate the horror of Big Mom's power. Most of Wilder's men have fallen into a disadvantage at this time, and even some cadres and senior cadres have been seriously injured. Pressed and beaten by the enemy, spitting out blood, supported by only a will.

Yves and Picasso did not lose against Mondor, but they were unable to deal a blow to each other, and they could not tell the winner in a short time.

Kuchier has fallen into a disadvantage, but he can still persist.

The debt collector Bobby was surrounded by several cadres, and his hypnotic ability could not take advantage for the time being.

But more often than not, the enemy is suppressing other cadres and even senior cadres to fight

Because there are too many strong opponents, it is difficult to fight one by one. The senior cadres have no power to fight back, let alone the cadres.

The situation is extremely serious, and if this continues, defeat is inevitable.

So now, the only one who can influence the outcome of the battle is Wilder. Only the strongest of both sides can decide the winner, and this battle can be finalized.

Many people were forcibly supporting him, casting hopeful glances at Wilder from time to time.

"Clang" Wilder used both hands to receive the fierce slash from Kricker and then took two steps back slightly. He mentally analyzed the strength and speed of the blow. His face remained calm, as if he was not worried about the surrounding people at all. Moved by disadvantage.

"Jie hahaha, do you have this much ability? You will die like this!" Cracker's voice came from Biscuit General, and his expression was also shown on Biscuit General, with an arrogant and ferocious smile, attacking It was ferocious, violent, and rapid. It didn't give Wilder the strength to parry at all, and he chopped it down in a messy manner.

"If that's the case, then I'm really sorry for your courage. If you dare to compete with me, the Big Mom Pirates, have you thought about how to die? Hahahaha."

It was as violent as a violent storm, slashing down with swords and knives, messy and dizzying, and the sonorous sound was endless. While Klicker was slashing Wilder, he kept retreating, while issuing crazy questions, which was very aggressive.

As he spoke, he raised his long sword again and slashed it down hard at Wilder.

The "Clang" sword felt like it was chopping on steel, which was different from the texture just now, and the forceful momentum of the sword also stopped during this slash.

"Hmm~" Cracker looked down, his smile fading slightly.

"What is this?" He said in a deep voice with an interested look in his eyes.

A layer of armor that looked like an arm guard appeared on Wilder's arm, blocking the sword.

"Ah, it's probably a turtle shell like yours." As Wilder's plain words came out, more armor emerged from his body with a clicking sound.

"You know" Cracker showed a weird smile: "Interesting." After saying that, he glanced at the things emerging on Wilder's body, and he raised the long knife again and dropped it.

"Clanging"

At this moment, Wilder's entire body armor had been completely covered, and a hard long sword condensed and compressed from the swamp collided with Cracker's long sword.

Sparks flying and metallic sound chiming

This is the first time the two of them have actually fought against each other.

"boom"

The air waves radiated from the joint between the two weapons. Wilder's face was always calm, but this time, his body was as stable as a mountain and stayed in place, without retreating. His long sword controlled the opponent's long sword. The two people's eyes met, one was calm and the other was slightly surprised.

"Jie hahaha, this is kind of interesting." Cracker's eyes widened with excitement. It was not because he thought Wilder could be his opponent, but because it felt good to kill such an opponent who had a hint of resistance.

"You have to block Jie well, hahaha!" Cracker laughed wildly and excitedly, and slashed down quickly with his long sword.

This time, both the speed and power were several times greater than the previous attack.

Wilder's expression remained unchanged, he remained calm, his body was in a swooping posture, his swords in both hands were hanging down, and he slashed diagonally with his sword.

"Clanging"

"Boom" the two swords slashed together again, and the air waves roared out. The terrifying force caused a gust of wind around the two of them. Wilder's body was much smaller than General Biscuit. At this time, the man behind him The big black horn floated into the air, and the eyes that were originally as plain as water narrowed slightly, and a cold murderous intent overflowed from it.

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