I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

It came really fast!

The Sith's eyebrows twitched. Shanks' attack was completely unexpected. If he didn't take action in this situation, then he wouldn't be him.

It's just that the speed was much faster than he expected, and the angle was much more tricky.

The body bowed down slightly, and the blade opened the Sith's domineering back. The faint dark scales emitted sparks during the scratching, and cracked away in all directions.

Blood spattered, and Shanks was only a few steps away from inflicting heavy damage on the Sith.

Sheathing the knife, lowering her body, Sith spun in the air, and then slashed Shanks' knee with the long knife in his hand.

There was a cold light on the blade. If the blade could cut hard, it would probably be more powerful than stabbing Shanks in the chest.

Shanks half-closed his eyes. The enemy was more difficult than he imagined. He was very clear about the Sith's intention to attack. They wanted to restrict his movement by attacking his knees. They were really sour and vicious. means of attack.

Dirty!

The sword flashed, and the slender blade was as flexible as his hand.

There was a stabbing sound, and the air roared as the blade swiftly passed by.

Clang!

The two long knives were stuck together in the air, red and black clashed, thunder vibrated, and dense lightning scattered like exploding spring water.

The pursuit of novelty is the pursuit of novelty, and the weird attack method makes Sith a little exhausted.

There was a sound like glass breaking in the air, and the black light band shattered in the air. Sith was knocked away by the knife, and there was another long and narrow wound near the chest.

It didn't matter. He didn't know how many injuries he had suffered today. Like many people in the navy, most of the time he could do what he did with just one breath.

The long sword was tightly bound, and before Shanks could even breathe a sigh of relief, a murderous aura came from behind him.

The black fist hit his chest. He couldn't expect to hold Garp back for a long time with a flash of sword, right?

Is this because he thinks too highly of himself or looks down on Garp too much?

"Trouble!"

Sighing secretly in his heart, the Sea Emperor felt throbbing pains on his forehead one after another.

The surrounding darkness surged in, supporting Sith's body again, and with overwhelming force, he charged at Shanks again.

On the ground, Shanks was not the only one who had a headache. Doflamingo also felt a huge headache, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

The strength of the navy was a bit beyond his imagination. It was able to suppress the red-haired pirates, the remnants of the whitebeard pirates, and the blackbeard pirates.

If there is no intervention, the Navy may be able to retain two Yonko today.

Thinking of this, thin beads of sweat slid down his forehead unconsciously.

This is really not good news for him, or in other words, not good news for all pirates.

After killing the two Yonko, it is not difficult for him to imagine how far the navy's power will soar. Offensive and defensive shifts will continue to rule the new world. The ones with the upper hand in the protracted war will no longer be the pirates. In this case, then use The Qibukai, who came to serve as a balance, lost their original status.

Once the reckoning begins, he does not think that he will be missed by the navy, even if he is a former Tianlong and even holds some unknown secrets in his hands.

He is the one who adds insult to injury and attracts the most hatred. He is the one who voluntarily withdraws from the battle. He is also the one who tries to make fun of the navy. He has done everything and still wants to live in peace without being hated by others. Are you kidding? He is not that naive. Finding a way to stab him in the back and get the situation back is the adult world.

Repaying evil with kindness, and being friends even after looking at each other can only happen in fairy tales.

His narrow eyes glanced left and right under his sunglasses. Hidden behind the smiling mask, he had clenched his fists. This was not for others, but for himself.

He turned his head and nodded slightly. Standing next to him were Hawkeye and Moonlight Moria.

"Excuse me, everyone."

Holding a piece of silk thread in his hand, he pricked it and his whole body disappeared. He held a light red telephone bug in his hand.

……

Holding the Western sword tightly in his hand, Shanks pressed hard on Garp with his right hand, leaving the neutral position, then turned around with the sword drawn, and touched the white blade in Sith's hand.

The shadow traveled upstream along the blade, and two slender tentacles penetrated Shanks's eyes.

Curving his spine downward to avoid the tentacles, he actually felt that he had reached the end of his strength.

The black fist struck from the left, and in a hurry, he had no way to hide.

boom!

The sharp punch tore his shirt to pieces, and the whole person flew backwards from the air.

There was cramping in his chest, and he felt that his lungs had been torn to pieces by Garp's punch. The muscles on his face were tightened, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood mixed with some internal organs.

"Cough cough."

A huge crater was smashed on the ground, and Shanks leaned out and crawled out. He looked a little embarrassed, and the clothes on his body were like a beggar.

What is elegance? If you are alive, it is called elegance. If you are gone, no matter how neatly you wear a suit, it will not be called elegance.

"Lieutenant General Garp, are you determined to fight me to the death? We just want to end this war."

Shanks roared, his right hand trembling a little. He may not be the opponent of these two people. He was in trouble today. He misjudged the situation. The navy's losses were not as heavy as he thought. At least It's not heavy enough to bow to pirates.

On the contrary, the situation of the pirates was not good. The Whitebeard Pirates had sixteen divisions, excluding Thatch and Ace, and fourteen captains, all of whom were masters. In the end, not one or two of them withdrew from the battlefield.

There is also Blackbeard. Although the Blackbeard Pirates have also attracted a lot of firepower, it is completely impossible for them and the Whitebeard Pirates to follow orders and advance and retreat together. Not to mention cooperation, they will be delayed from time to time. leg.

This is an even more unstable alliance than the Navy and the Shichibukai.

According to the plan, he should have made the final appearance, turned the tide, and won praise by relying on his face. Why did it become like this?

Gritting his teeth, he was pretending. He wanted to make himself appear stronger. He must not fall here. For the sake of balance, to prevent the new world and the sea from falling into the hands of the navy, and to allow the wheels of history to turn according to his arrangements. , this world absolutely cannot live without him.

Holding the knife in his right hand and supporting himself, he was betting that Garp and Sith would never dare to trade their lives for his own.

Inadvertently, the darkness around him became a little thicker again, and the voice inside was a little deep, as if someone was whispering on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking? Do you think we dare not fight for our lives with you?"