I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

The biting cold wind blew across his face. The wind was really noisy today. The sun was pale. Through the sunlight, the Sith had firmly locked Shanks' position.

"Whoo~"

Take a deep breath, raise the knife over your head, hold your breath, and leave everything to fate.

clang!

The metal collided, erupting with a sound like a yellow bell and a domineering storm, and the two people's eyes intertwined in the air.

opportunity?

They all saw a flash of inspiration in each other's eyes.

Trying their best to decide whether life or death is their destiny, both sides at the end of the war can only rely on their own will.

Lifting the sword, the Western sword in Shanks' hand slid down along the Sith's blade. The two blades sparked sparks in mid-air, aiming directly at Sith's right hand.

With his pupils slightly condensed and holding the knife in his right hand, Sith increased his strength. There was a tyrannosaurus hidden in his seemingly weak body.

Facing the blade, his bloody right hand fell back, flipped up and down, and tried to pick away Shanks' Western sword.

Both of them are top swordsmen who can only be born one among hundreds of thousands of people, the pinnacle of countless swordsmen. If the domineering domineering spirit in the new world is like the crucian carp crossing the river, then they are the golden carp jumping over the dragon gate. Wagging the tail is enough to stir up the storm.

Without the intervention of outside forces, they fought dozens of times in just a few seconds, and the dazzling sword light fell slowly from all around like white snow in winter.

Stab it!

An eye-catching mark was left on the hard granite, and immediately after, the surrounding floors were shattered into pieces.

With the long sword pressing down, the Sith will never be at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

Shanks originally thought that he would be at an advantage in the sword fight, but in front of the powerful physical body, all advantages were suppressed. The injuries on his body were too severe, and he was not like the Sith. With his powerful recovery ability, he could only try his best to block the sword attack.

He was dripping with sweat, the muscles all over his body were tense, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

coming.

He tried to let his heart sink, but his beating heart couldn't stop making his blood boil.

If you stick to strength blindly, you will only be born a reckless man in the end. This world is still a world of skills after all.

Using his skill, he opened the long sword with a sharp Western sword, and a slender white light flashed in the space, instantly severing Sith's tendons.

Bang!

The long knife fell to the ground and made a loud sound. Shanks laughed, and Sith also laughed.

He was also waiting for this moment.

Shanks's heart trembled. Suddenly, a change occurred in the body of Sith. Countless dense shadows squeezed into the body of Sith as if they were trying to fight for their lives. Thin scales and black threads grew on his right hand. After repairing the wound, a sharp claw made entirely of darkness replaced the original right arm.

"You are careless, red-haired. You misjudged my power. This will be the source of your failure. What I have is not just sword skills."

The huge black claw clamped Shanks' knife in an instant, and the darkness twisted in his left hand, as if something was about to move.

Shanks's face changed greatly, he gritted his teeth, reluctantly abandoned the knife in his hand, and quickly retreated back.

You can't control so much. If the knife is gone, you can still find it. If the person is gone, it is really gone.

The Sith's expression turned cold, and under his merciless gaze, a bright black spear was thrown out of his hand. The black tail feathers distorted the space, as if two long strip-shaped black holes were drawn around it.

Doflamingo's expression changed greatly and suddenly darkened.

"Marshal Sengoku, the war is over. Are you really not going to stop that lunatic? The World Government has said that balance must not be broken. Do you want to disobey the World Government's order? Or have you already done it? Are you ready to lead the navy to break away from the world government?"

Zeng Guo's face twisted and he clenched his fists tightly.

Are you actually using your power to suppress him? What an annoying check and balance.

He released his fists, held the phone beside him with one hand, and nodded.

"I understand, Porusalino, you go and bring him back. The war is over."

This is the adult world, dirty.

Power, money, and even the respect of big people can bring people to heaven, but hard work alone, hum, hard work alone cannot bring about the torrent that changes the world.

It's not enough. The navy is not powerful enough. Without the World Government, the navy simply cannot control such a vast territory. If it is not checked for a while, it may fall into the dilemma of being attacked from both sides.

This feeling of powerlessness is disgusting.

The spear broke through the air, and the long dark belt quickly headed towards Shanks' chest.

He gritted his teeth. Could it be that this was the end of the day for him?

His eyes were full of unwillingness, and when he finally showed his face, he didn't get any benefits, and even risked his own life.

Bang!

The sound of gunpowder exploding rang in his ears, it was a black bullet covered with domineering energy.

Forcibly holding himself up, Jesus Bu was running desperately, the butt of the gun in his hand was spinning, and he fired bullets one after another.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the captain is a man who wants to do big things, how can he be ruined here?"

Blood flowed downwards from the wound, and a simple bandage could not stop the continuous flow of scarlet blood.

Penetrating the strong wind, the bullet hit the black-red spear tip.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

That sound was like summer raindrops, sliding down from the eaves and hitting the ground, breaking and shattering. It was simply beautiful. Those round raindrops only had a few seconds of life.

Before Jesus left his hometown, this was his favorite scenery. He knew that his life was about to end, but he always kept moving forward. In the reflection of the water droplets, he seemed to see courage and the endless freedom to control at will.

His life cannot be taken away by others. The only one who can take away his life is himself. If he dies one day, it will be because he has found something that is more important and more precious than life.

No one can take away the opportunity for the man on the sea to enjoy freedom. It was all of his own free will and he asked for it. Who told him to meet the man who could change his life?

The bullet could not change the trajectory of the spear. He held the spear body with both hands, and the black spear pierced his body without knowing when.

The blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and it was bright and resembled the tiny raindrops he had seen when he was young.

"Wilson Sith, don't underestimate the pirate's will, you bastard."

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he seemed to see his wife far away in his hometown. She was still so beautiful.

He stretched out his right hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but when it fell to his hand, everything was illusory.

I heard that she had left and went to heaven for many years. No matter how many times she called, she could not wait for him to come back to her.

He is really not a good husband. He might not be able to see her even if he goes to heaven.

She is really an unfortunate woman to meet such a husband.

But even so, he still wanted to see her again. In this world, he could be worthy of anyone, whether it was a captain or a companion, but he could only be sorry for his wife and Usopp.

I really want to see her again, but it's a pity that a man like him with his hands stained with blood may not be able to go to heaven. I just don't know if there is a through train between hell and heaven.

I really miss it...

"Jesus cloth."

Shanks howled miserably and froze on the spot, his neck was covered with bulging veins and his eyes were red.

"I am going to kill you."

Sith's face also became ferocious, and he moved his wrists, but his heart did not waver at all.

"Really? If you can do it, then give it a try."

With a wave of the big claw in his hand, his body jumped out in an instant.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, the war is over."

A slightly leisurely but undeniable bass sound came to his ears, a golden light flashed, and Kizaru hugged his arm directly.

Sith turned his head slightly, and Kizaru's face showed a slight indifference. He actually wanted to kill the red-haired man, but as a superior, he had to worry about the so-called overall situation.

With the sound of footsteps, Beckman also stood next to Shanks, holding the butt of his gun high and pointing it directly to the Sith's head.

"That's enough, Red Hair, don't you want peace? I give you peace, what else do you want to do? Keep fighting?"

In the midst of the tension, Warring States shouted violently, and the veins on his forehead proved that this man was not in a good mood.

The red-haired man was stunned. He looked at the corpse of Jesus on the ground, then looked back at the pirates who were being tortured and killed. He seemed to have aged in an instant.

"Navy, you won this time, but don't be complacent, I will keep an eye on you."

Warring States let out a sullen breath and turned around. Even though it was the wail of a defeated dog, he couldn't help but be angry. He should have left them all here.

He looked up at the sky and raised his voice.

"The war is over!"

For a moment, everyone stopped fighting. Whether it was the navy or the pirates, their eyes were a little hollow and there were tears in their eyes.

"Is the war over?"

Some of them couldn't believe their ears and froze in place, not knowing what to do.

Without choosing to stay, Blackbeard glanced at the Sith from a distance, turned around and left, putting himself in an unpredictable place. That was not his style.

"Live well, Wilson Sith, I'll be waiting for you in the new world."