I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Rolling on the ground, Shanks was really embarrassed, and his mind was in a trance. He seemed to have gone back to the past, back to the time when he was not the emperor of the sea.

At that time, he was still very young and fledgling. Bucky was beside him, and the captain Roger stood in front of him.

They spanned the four seas, they traversed the entire Great Route, and they were the first and only fleet to conquer the entire Great Route.

They fight every day. Whether they are white beards or golden lions, anyone who dares to stand in front of them and hinder their progress will be torn to pieces by them.

They were extremely powerful, but he was also extremely fragile. In front of those guys who were so powerful that they seemed capable of destroying the world, the young man could only huddle up and cuddle up with Bucky in the corner of the cabin.

The long knife struck him, and he seemed to be back to the past.

He has changed, hasn't he?

The captain left, the fleet dispersed, the crew died and retired, and he was no longer young. Finally one day, he also had his own fleet, with a group of people calling him captain with a smile all day long. .

In terms of status, he has everything he should have. Compared with Shanks, he has a brand new name, Emperor of the Sea, red hair!

He finally stood at the same height as Whitebeard and the others. Even if he was the captain, he was only one step away. With all the red in the world, he was the only one who was blood red.

He is the pinnacle of this world and should not be so fragile.

He wants to raise a Pirate King, yes, he also wants to raise a Pirate King. No one can stop him. He will do what the captain cannot do. If there is something that he cannot even do, then he will do it. Raise someone who can do it.

With red eyes, Shanks began to struggle violently, holding the long knife tightly in his right hand, trying to stand up from the ground with some difficulty.

He has a ferocious face, and an injury like this would have been a long time ago on an ordinary person, but he is not an ordinary person after all. Give him some time, and he can stand up and chop down one or two fishing guys who like to raise fish to show you.

But unfortunately, the fishing guy obviously didn't want to give him time. The darkness pulled at him, and he was like a long and thin shadow passing through the ground. The sword was shining, and Shanks could see his face clearly from a distance. gradually twisting muscles.

There was a long and narrow wound on his chest, and his whole body seemed to be stitched together with fine silk threads, resembling a witchcraft doll used for curses.

The longest wound was left by him, and Shanks could recognize it. In addition, there were wounds all over the guy's body. To be honest, it was really hard for him to be able to survive until now.

Shanks couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but now is not a good time to admire his opponent. What that guy wants is his life.

The shadows in the space are coming from all sides like long snakes, very fast, almost unavoidable. At the end of the shadow is Sith, holding a long blade in his hand, covered with flames, cutting through the space, seeming to leave a trail in mid-air. A dark band of pitch black.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his pupils were not only cold but also cold.

Whether it's him or the other navy, everyone's hearts are in their throats. This opportunity is really rare. It's been rare for decades. If you miss it today, I'm afraid if you want to kill a monster of this level next time, You have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

The man who hated pirates clenched his fists and tightened his sword with ulterior motives.

Not far away from the battlefield, Hawkeye was watching coldly. The huge black knife night looked very intimidating to everyone. The aura in his body began to gather, and he was ready to make a move.

But this is a battlefield, how could everything go as he wished? The moment he grasped the long sword, there were two or three powerful auras staring at him.

His relationship with Shanks has never been a secret.

Not only him, but also Moonlight Moria and the Pirate Empress Boya Hancock, each of them is the focus of attention.

Shichibukai, they are a bunch of unfamiliar dogs.

After kicking Blackbeard away, even Kizaru was rushing towards the center of the battlefield. This opportunity was really important. If Shanks could really be killed, then the Great Pirate Age would really be possible in their generation. End in hand.

Sith's lips moved up and down, and the black mud in his eyes almost poured out.

"It's over, everything is over, the war is over, your life is about to end, and the era of great pirates is also about to end."

The sword light rolled up a torrent, and even the space became distorted under the agitation of the shadow. Shanks' eyelids twitched twice, and he clenched his teeth. He held the long knife in his right hand and kept breathing heavily in his mouth.

He will not give up until the last moment. He still has a chance. His career as emperor is far from over. As long as he blocks this knife and persists until he gets up from the ground, he will still have the strength to fight.

While moving at high speed, his eyes were completely darkened, and the strong wind danced, as if two black fires were ignited.

The darkness formed a storm, and everything around him was torn apart by it. The blade trembled. Shanks' sword was pushed away by an extremely powerful force before it even got close, leaving a small gap.

The black knife passed by, leaving a black line in mid-air.

clang!

The air exploded, and there was a sound like the ringing of a copper bell, followed by the sound of collapse, and mixed with it, the sound of broken bones.

The power in his right hand was extremely powerful. Even without a knife, it was like a large truck approaching at high speed, knocking out everything in sight.

boom!

Buildings in the distance collapsed, sending up smoke and dust.

His eyes bulged so high, and endless anger suddenly burst out of his chest.

"who is it?"

Fighting for their necks, Sith looked up to the sky and roared, staring at the smoke with murderous eyes.

He could feel that it was not the feeling of success. At the last moment, his knife was blocked by someone.

The dust blocked his vision, and all his domineering power was focused on Shanks. He wanted to see which bastard dared to ruin his good deeds.

"Cough cough..."

There was an unstoppable coughing sound under the dust. He waved his hand and dispersed the surrounding mist, revealing Doflamingo's long and narrow face.

One leg was independent, and a huge wound extended from the ankle of his left leg up to the root of his thigh.

He was almost, just a centimeter or two away from it, and he might have to bid farewell to the life of a king and change his career to become a general manager.

But they all play with silk threads, so maybe "Sunflower Collection" really suits him.

Fine beads of sweat crawled from his forehead to his neck. He took a long breath, his heart was still beating so fast with lingering fear.

Wiping his right hand, he wanted to subconsciously put on his wildly smiling poker face, but the muscles on his face could not be raised.

"It's too dangerous. This bastard is too dangerous."