I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Huh...huh..."

Doflamingo couldn't stop breathing heavily, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping down, forming a small stream of turbidity. His eyes were full of cruelty when he looked at Sith.

They are all companions in the same trench, and they are all dogs of the World Government. How could he be so cruel and let his hand be broken off at the drop of a hat?

He looked through the raised dust towards the direction where Shanks fell.

Shanks propped himself up with the knife and struggled to stand up from the ground. His originally white shirt seemed to have been washed with blood.

He was originally the King of the Sea, but once he was injured, he seemed to be unable to stop himself. One after another, he was injured all over his body, and his condition was very bad.

He raised his eyes, the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his gaze was fixed on Sith. He was like a wounded beast, with muscles all over his body tense.

His senses are very keen. Although the distance is constant, the murderous aura has not dissipated at all. Wilson Sith's target is still him. That guy will not give up easily. Even if the Five Old Stars order an end to the war, that guy will still point to him. He might be stabbed.

That's what Wilson Siss was, and he felt it.

Rather than having rules and constraints set by others, they prefer to set their own rules for others to abide by. Like Teach, they are that kind of people and have that kind of ambition.

Shanks was highly concentrated, and the knuckles of his right hand kept stroking the handle of the knife.

He was waiting. In this world, there was no flawless attack. As long as Sis was willing to use his sword, he would be able to find a flaw. He would give him a fatal blow at that moment.

Doflamingo looked back, and it seemed that the red-haired man was in good condition.

With a sneer on his lips, he paid such a heavy price. If something happened to the red hair, then he would really be in trouble with his grandma's family.

The red-haired man must live and live well, not only for the sake of the balance of the world, but also to cause trouble for that bastard.

The two sides have already formed a deadly feud. Do we still expect them to smile at each other and turn their hostility into friendship?

How can the world of adults be so simple? Interest, without enough interest, can it really turn hostility into friendship?

The interests of the red-haired pirates may be consistent with the navy at some point, but they will never be consistent with that guy. Doflamingo firmly believes in this.

They had to fight, they had to disrupt the situation in the world, and they had to give him time and opportunity to avenge his broken arm.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

Besides, he sold such a big favor to Hongfa, even putting one of his own arms in it. Shouldn't Hongfa repay him well?

A hand is nothing, the point is, this is a good time for the Don Quixote family to extend its tentacles to the red-haired territory.

His eyes swept around him, and he shouted loudly with a grimace on his face:

"The war is over. The World Government has decreed that the war is over."

Stunned in place, the surrounding navy was a little unmoved. They were fighting and fighting. After a day, they had become familiar with the pungent smell of blood.

The fierce eyes stared at Seng Guo's face.

"Aren't you still answering the phone? The war is over. That's the order of the Five Old Stars."

"Humph."

Warring States snorted, and puffed out a ball of hot air from his nostrils. He pressed his right hand on the telephone bug handed over by his subordinate and refused to lift the phone for a long time.

"Faster, Sith, faster, kill the redhead, and after today, we will never have... no."

His eyes were closed tightly and he looked up to the sky.

"It's not us, it's me. After today, I will never have a chance again. This era of great pirates started in my hands and should have ended in my hands."

"What are you waiting for?" Doflamingo emphasized his tone and urged the Buddha's Warring States.

Cold eyes swept over him, and Warring States didn't give him a good look.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do something?"

Suddenly, Doflamingo felt stuck.

"Today's navy is really angry. Could it be that it is just hardening its back? No wonder the Five Old Stars suddenly said they want to weaken the navy."

No one knows what political sour things Doflamingo is thinking about. They only know that the Sith still has a little bit of time left.

The dark silk threads are extremely densely packed on the Sith's body, mixed with the fine gray-black scales, and there is always a kind of moving magic. It is a kind of incomplete and shocking beauty.

The right hand slashed with the sword, and the dark flames were pushed back by a powerful stance. Unparalleled power burst out from Sith's body. Following the sword's force, like a bone-eroding wind, it violently pressed towards Mihawk. Go down.

boom!

The sword was raised straight, blocking the Sith's slash.

That is the most powerful sword in the world, the chaotic blade with double-flowered T-shape, the twelve skills of the supreme sharp sword, the black sword of night.

If Victor were here, he might scream with joy. Being able to fight against a famous sword of this level was a dream that he had not been able to realize for a long time.

There was a very secret smile on the corner of Sith's mouth.

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.Water does not have to be deep.

The long sword Cang in his hand is expected to be able to make a splash this time. Although it may not have a good reputation, in any case, it has finally taken the first step to become famous all over the world, isn't it?

Not allowing him to think too much, he swung the sword, and Sith swung it faster and faster. Every time it fell from the sky, it was a borrowed force. The huge power even made Hawkeye Mihawk feel numb in the palm of his hand. He was a swordsman. , you are not a martial artist who just swings a sledgehammer and smashes down without any technical content. Who are you bullying?

The floor between the feet was broken, the wet soil was exposed, and the rotating and divided sword energy cut trace after trace on the ground.

Pressing Mihawk down, Sith used his strength to jump, and the shadow pulled him up. He raised his left hand, and a huge black fireball was pulled out of the shadow.

"Burning Shield·Steam Kill!"

The flames scorched and distorted the space, and darkness came in, half-obscuring his vision, followed closely by two black snakes with giant teeth.

Time was so tight, so he had no time to keep entangled with Mihawk, just to be caught off guard. Fighting with such a master and trying to decide the outcome was definitely not something that could be solved in a short while.

The shadow pulled his body, like an arrow off the string, shooting towards Shanks with blazing murderous intent.

Their eyes intertwined in the air.

Closer, closer, he could clearly see Shanks' tiny hairs fluttering in the wind, and Shanks could also see the broken scales on his body that were still leaking blood.

Both of them placed their hands tightly on the knife, and their energy and energy were raised to the highest level possible.

The last time, this is the last chance today, whether to turn the bicycle into a motorcycle or continue to carry the Phoenix 28 big bar on my shoulders, it’s all in one fell swoop.