The powerful men of the heavens, starting from the time when the pirates helped the four emperors co

"I am the Blood Moon Sect, the scarlet swordsman, Yasuo."

Under the blood moon, Yasuo, wearing a bright red samurai uniform from the shogunate period and a bloody dragon gauze ghost mask on his head, stood on the tilted and broken mast like a dragonfly touching the water.

Holding a bloody long sword.

Just this domineering warrior armor makes people dare not look down upon him.

With the blessing of special effects, the blood is like a rainbow, shuddering, and very strange.

"Samurai? People from Wano Country?"

The golden lion was surprised. When mentioning warriors, the first thing that comes to mind is that mysterious and powerful country.

In recent years, there have been rumors at sea that there was a samurai named Kozuki Oden on Whitebeard's ship. He was outstanding and invincible. He killed countless powerful enemies for Whitebeard, which once attracted great attention from the navy.

Looking at the captain on Whitebeard's ship, and then at his own fleet, to be honest, Golden Lion was jealous.

Roger and Whitebeard are his strong competitors on the road to world dominance. This is an undeniable fact.

The stronger the opponent's power, the greater the resistance will be to his future domination of the great route.

The Golden Lion had once thought of recruiting Kozuki Oden, but if he did that, it would mean going to war with Whitebeard.

The two big pirates declared full-scale war, and the navy was naturally happy to see it happen.

But there was no benefit at all for him or Whitebeard.

Whitebeard's abilities are so rogue that he can easily shatter the atmosphere and cause tsunamis and earthquakes, which is enough for his fleet to drink.

He felt there was no need to lose combat power in such a place.

But to his surprise, the warrior he had always longed for would appear in Asabia, as if he had his own destiny.

The Golden Lion has always thought that he and the Samurai are very compatible.

At least to him, the rich blood energy of the scarlet swordsman named Yasuo in front of him looked very pleasing to the eye.

He thought of soliciting.

The golden lion looked down and laughed: "Hey, warrior! Come be my subordinate and dominate the world with me!"

Yasuo looked strange, but because he was wearing a dragon mask, he couldn't see any expression at all.

Dominate the world?

It’s the end of the 15th century in the Haiyuan calendar, and there are still people talking about this unrealistic dream...

It seems that the MLM leader, Golden Lion, is not very good at MLM. He talks about world domination by making nonsense of everyone he meets. Can this set of empty rhetoric still impress people?

However, Yasuo expressed doubts, which did not mean that this argument was useless to those pirates.

On the contrary, when the golden lion said these words ambitiously, every pirate showed his blazing eyes and shouted to follow him to the death.

Yasuo had seen this look before, and it was the same as the fanatical followers of the Blood Moon Sect.

The Golden Lion enjoys the feeling of being worshiped by thousands of people. He is very happy and has the pride of having the world at his disposal.

but……

"I reject."

Yasuo spoke hoarsely, and his words seemed to ruthlessly break the pirates' eagerness. His eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, and he glared at Beelzebub fiercely.

"Ignorant! How dare you refuse the invitation of the Admiral Boss? The ignorant warrior has no idea what he is rejecting!"

The owner didn't say anything, but the loyal doglegs denounced and verbally abused him.

The golden lion didn't expect that this all-conquering dream talk would go wrong for the first time. He blinked in disbelief, but soon he smiled coldly.

"It seems that you don't see the gap between us clearly. However, if you see my strength, you will definitely not refuse."

Yasuo jumped down and landed on the devastated ground.

He stepped on blood-red footprints, blood surged around his body, and the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Sakaski's face changed slightly. How many people had the scarlet swordsman killed before he could gather such terrifying murderous intent? !

It was as if he had just climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, bathed in the rain of blood, stepping on the corpses everywhere, and every step seemed to step on the apex of everyone's hearts.

"Why are you here? Are you here to help me?"

Sakaski's eyes changed, testing the other party's intentions.

A hoarse voice came from under Long Xiaogui's face: "Wherever there is wind, there is my presence."

After getting an answer that didn't answer the question, Sakaski snorted coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about!"

He turned around, stared at the pirate like a tiger, and continued: "Red Swordsman, if you know better, run away as soon as possible. The next battle is not something you can handle."

Yasuo was silent for a moment. It seemed that Sakaski was not completely without merit. He said in a low voice: "Death or destiny, my sword is thirsting for blood."

Needless to say, he decided to join the fight.

"It's up to you. Don't blame me if you die! You must have killed a lot of people with this murderous aura. It doesn't matter if you die, otherwise I will definitely arrest you next time we meet!"

Beelzebub, who was hiding under the face of the dragon's ghost, looked at Sakaski with a complicated look, and soon he cast his eyes firmly on the pirate army.

The golden lion smiled playfully and wanted to see the strength of the warrior Yasuo. He looked at the captain of the third fleet: "Omore, teach him a lesson. As for the navy...hehe, kill him!"

The pirates shouted to kill Zhentian, raised their butcher knives and rushed toward Sakaski with a grin.

The appeal of commanding an additional fleet is too great!

Omol rushed at the front, as fast as a meteor streaking through the night sky. He was in front of Yasuo in an instant, his cold eyes shining with a faint green light.

Stab it!

In a flash of cold light, a sharp sword with a green-black edge was pulled out by Omer. He jumped up high, and with a thunderous force, he slashed towards Yasuo's dragon-groomed ghost face.

Yasuo folded his sword and raised it, just in time to collide with the green and black sword.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard, like sparks flying from an old line, and a wave of transparent air spread out like a hurricane, blowing away the debris accumulated around it.

"You have good strength, but samurai, you can't defeat me with strength alone!"

Omor sneered, his body bowed in a strange arc, his legs were covered with armed domineering force, and he kicked Beelzebub's katana fiercely.

Relying on this recoil, he flew high, like a light swift, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. He slashed with the long sword in his hand, and two slashes came through the air.

"One-sword style, Nichirin!"

Yasuo stroked the katana gently, and suddenly the blade glowed with blood.

As if bathed in the flames of the sun, dragging the brilliant blood light, it quickly spread into the air, defeating the two flying slashes that flew towards it.

Omore landed on the ground and clapped his hands: "What a beautiful sword. Even I was amazed by you. Warrior, join us, and we will agree to any conditions you want."

promise?Sugar-coated bullets?Can you make the decision for the Golden Lion?

What's more, you know what my conditions are. I say immortality and eternal youth. Can you do it?

Just know how to draw a big pie.

He was complaining crazily in his heart, and Long Xiao's ghost face suddenly shot out a terrifying blood light: "Join? Beat me first, and then talk about it, pirate, haven't you noticed yet?"

"What?" Omer frowned.

Yasuo said intriguingly: "The ground is much more dangerous than the air..."