Pirate Warring States Warriors

"The Impact of Ten Thousand Buddhas"

Just when the sword blade was about to cut into the body, a wave of air burst out from the palm of Sengoku who had already arrived, blowing Garp aside who was temporarily unable to move.

Sure enough, an attack similar to controlling emotions is a critical attack for the Garp family?

"I know this song is good, I know it."

Warring States looked at the man who seemed to be laughing maniacally in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a trace of disgust in his heart.

Usually people who laugh like this don't care about others.

He didn't wait for the other party to be intoxicated with himself, and quickly moved close to him with his feet on the moon.

A punch that was more probing than actual combat hit the opponent's sword accurately.

With Garp's lessons learned, he did not dare to directly attack his opponent with his strength, and chose to take the lead in taking down the opponent's minions.

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the opponent steadily caught the blow with his sword.

Seeing the result of the fight, Warring States couldn't help but frown.

The opponent's strength is not small, at least it cannot produce an overwhelming advantage, and that strange sword

The connection between the milky white pipe on the blade and the sword body seems very random, but in reality the connection is extremely tight.

"You know, the study of musical instruments is very laborious."

"Materials, pipes, and other factors all affect the sound quality of the sound."

Fran Malone, while fighting with Sengoku's sword, introduced his research as if he had found someone to talk to.

"But among all the materials I have studied, bone still has the best sound."

"The sound of bone conduction has a natural ethereal quality that easily resonates with people's emotions."

"And among all the bones, whether they are from the Neptune family, the long-hand family, the long-legged family, or the fish-men family, their bones are not as effective as the hollow finger bones of an 18-year-old human child."

Warring States looked at the white pipe on the sword blade in the opponent's hand, and instantly understood what kind of disgusting behavior the devil was in front of him.

"So you use civilian skeletons"

Chasing the dream

Damn you, this is not what a man chasing his dreams can do.

The killing intent and anger in his heart suddenly grew, and the enemy in front of him became his only target.

Whether it was the dispatch mission from the Navy Headquarters or the musician's words just now, there was only one thought left in Sengoku's mind.

He's going to execute Fran Malone, right here, now.

He couldn't stand that such a disgusting guy existed in the same sea as himself. Even standing in front of him, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"Big Buddha Fruit Snake and Scorpion"

The storm wrapped around the palm, which was covered with armed domineering force. It was enough to turn Zhange's palm into powder, and it rushed towards his head with a blow.

"The sacred lights dazzled and shone, turning the flowing storm into song."

The psychedelic voice sounded again

Even if he didn't subconsciously listen to the barking of the other party's dog, he was still driven by the sound to think.

Zhan Ge in front of him turned into three people, but the fatal palm only hit the phantom.

The real Fran Malone stood at a safe distance, dancing the blade leisurely, as if preparing for the next song.

He looked up at Warring States with a hint of unruly eyes:

"You two guys are indeed very strong, but attacks that can't hit are useless no matter how powerful they are."

"Music is a miracle that is constantly changing and can make people feel the same and understand it."

He held the sword in front of him, his voice that could originally sing the sounds of nature had a hint of hoarseness.

"On such a monumental stage, don't you two guys with no artistic abilities want to say something?"

Warring States tore up his obstructive blouse, and his navy robe had already been thrown to the ground. There were complex golden runes composed of mandala flowers on the exposed skin.

After thinking silently for a moment, he raised his head and said seriously to Fran Malone:

"I've been thinking about it for so long, what should I do if I beat you to pieces so much that I can't be certified for military merit?"

A cold light flashed in Zhan Ge's eyes: "How about using a bone whistle made of your bones to authenticate?"

The next moment, his figure disappeared, and there was only the cold trail left by the sword's edge in the air.

"The golden flower will wither in the storm."

"Before the moment passes, let it ring."

At the same moment, the Vajra Realm Mandala beside Warring States suddenly opened up, like a rapidly expanding small world, swallowing up a ten-meter radius in an instant

"King Kong Su"

The golden mandala pattern spread from ten weeks around Warring States' body, and a faint trace was outlined above the large mandala pattern.

"Snake and scorpion shock"

The air-shattering cracks started from the palm, spread forward, and connected to the figure in mid-air.

In the face of this storm that shattered everything, Fran Malone struggled to wave the sword in his hand, only to find that the golden Buddha moved without hesitation, and struck the mortal body with the power of splitting mountains and rocks.

It doesn't work. Why did my music suddenly stop working on him?

Zhange's lungs collapsed severely, and all his ribs visible to the naked eye were broken. Even breathing would only cause fatal damage to himself.

The beloved sword in his hand was twisted out of shape, and the bone flute embedded in it had long since disappeared.

"why"

"Obviously, I have already sung a song, so why aren't you attracted by my singing?"

Ignoring the threat of death in his lungs, he loudly questioned the golden figure slowly walking towards him.

"The song is very nice."

Hearing what seemed to be comforting words from the other party, he revealed a cry and smiled, and raised his head in disbelief.

because

Sengoku was walking slowly, with blood flowing down his ears.

Feeling this silent world, Warring States relied on lip reading to answer the other person's doubts, and finally sighed.

On the ground, Zhange was still struggling to dance the sword in his hand. With its repeated rhythm and passionate momentum, it was easy to tell that it was an amazing song.

At the end of his life, his morbid obsession gradually dissipated.

His eyes were half blurred, with a smile on his face and his arms waving, as if he was on the stage at this time, performing a song that the world was fascinated by.

"The songs are great, the dreams are great, and the person is a bad person."

The heavy fist fell again, and in this silent world, even the remaining shock disappeared.

As the sound of the last song faded away, this year's Abala Music Festival also came to an end.

Amidst the bustling exchanges, people in the theater dispersed while talking.

"Today's music festival was great. Dad, I will come to Abala next year."

"Hahaha, okay, as long as you are admitted to the navy, I will bring you here next year."

"Speaking of which, have you noticed that a guest at this year's music festival did not perform on stage?"

"Hey, are you talking about senior Fran Malone?"

"I heard that his music is of its own kind, and the audiences who have listened to it are full of praise."

"It's really a pity this year. I look forward to his performance next year."