The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

The Gale of Absolute Despair released a powerful blade storm, which was a powerful whirlwind that engulfed all the strange skeleton demigods around.

The wind was as sharp as a knife, directly cutting the body of the black charcoal snake in various parts. The cut surfaces were very smooth. The monster howled in pain, and its scattered limbs were torn into pieces by the sword storm. There was a smell of blood in the storm.

The blade storm lasted for about several minutes, and the Wind Swordsman kept moving in the wind, holding the long sword that accompanied him day and night, slashing at the body of the Black Charcoal Snake again and again.

The beheading was also done by him personally. After the skeleton demigod's neck was cut and the head was disconnected from the body, Yasuo, who was worried, stabbed the head a few more times.

Almost every part of the body visible to the naked eye was cut by Yasuo with his sword. The battle scene could no longer be described as dismemberment. This scene should be called Lingchi.

After the storm subsided, the swordsman staggered out into the open space, embedded his sword in the ground and barely maintained his balance, his face and body covered in sweat from weakness.

"I'm really old. If some time passes, I probably won't be able to even use Last Breath," Yasuo felt the aging of his body. Time is indeed unforgiving, and coupled with the injuries he suffered over the years, he looks older than his peers.

Even though it was extremely old, it was still able to lift a knife. There was not a single piece of good meat on the body of the eighth form of Kurozumi Orochi, and it was sliced ​​into pieces on the spot by the Gale Swordsman. Now there was only a pile of debris left.

The vital parts of the skeleton demigod, such as the head and heart, were given special attention. Yasuo did this to prevent the monster from reviving. He had infinite fantasies about the vitality of Kurozumi Orochi, and he would use all his strength if he had the chance, otherwise he would be the one in trouble.

"Is everything over?"

Of course not!

The body of the skeleton demigod was cut into countless pieces, each of which exuded the breath of death. It was already dead beyond death, and the broken limbs and flowing blood bore witness to its end.

However, just when all the audience thought that everything was over, a dazzling red light lit up. The light was like a burning flame, instantly dispelling the darkness. Under the illumination of the light, the fragments of the monster began to tremble, as if pulled by a mysterious force.

Gradually, these fragments began to recombine. They attracted each other and kept changing shape during the splicing process. The images of death from the first to the seventh forms were revealed, and finally they were pieced together to form the eighth form of the Kurocharcoal Snake.

This monster was even bigger than before, and the bone spurs on its back were even more ferocious. Its body exuded a powerful aura, and its beast-like breathing remained unchanged.

Its eyes flashed red, as if announcing its rebirth to the world, and it opened its mouth and let out a low roar, the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Everything that the Wind Swordsman had worked so hard for, the ultimate move that he had learned throughout his life and was proud of, did have an effect on Kurozumi Orochi. The effect was one thing, but whether it could kill him was another.

After recovering his body, the skeleton half moved his joints, and the crisp sound of joints creaked in the air, "Yasuo, I recognize your swordsmanship. It is better than that fool Kozuki Oden. I can give you a chance now. As long as you surrender to me and swear allegiance to me, I will not attack you today."

Facing the olive branch thrown by the monster, Yasuo's unchanging icy face suddenly broke into a self-deprecating smile. He has already tested his limits. At his age, it is impossible for him to make any further breakthroughs in swordsmanship, unless he becomes an inhuman being.

After all, the human body has its limits. Lifespan alone is an eternal problem. Although birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings, there are always some people who go against the will of heaven.

Even if he doesn't want to be a human, he must continue to become stronger. Yasuo would never do such a shameful thing as his predecessors did. He would rather die as a human than choose not to be a human. The old man is most proud of his human identity.

"My fate is in my own hands, Kurozumi Orochi, face the gale!"

The Wind Swordsman once again encountered the wind, but this time the monster in front of him did not give him a chance. Since the opponent had already made his choice, there was no need for the Black Charcoal Snake to waste time.

The swordsman tightly gripped the sword in his hand and rushed towards the skeleton demigod with a determined look in his eyes. The old man's steps were steady and his posture was agile, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward.

However, before he could get close to the monster, the speed of the black charcoal snake was beyond his imagination. It moved as fast as lightning, leaving the swordsman no time to react.

In an instant, the skeleton demigod launched an attack. Its sharp claws slashed the swordsman's arm fiercely. With a burst of severe pain, the swordsman's sword-holding arm was disconnected from the body, and blood bloomed in the air.

The swordsman gasped in pain, but he did not give up. He covered the wound tightly with his other hand, trying to stop the blood from flowing. His eyes were still full of perseverance and determination. He could not fall down like this. Yasuo would fight to the end.

At this life-and-death moment, the swordsman used up his last bit of strength, picked up the sword with his non-dominant hand, and launched a final death charge at the monster.

The closer he got to Kurozumi Orochi, the more memories that Yasuo had once forgotten came to his mind. Those were the scenes when he and his elder brother became apprentices and learned swordsmanship together from sunrise to sunset, until one day a misunderstanding occurred, until one day his mentor died, until one day the two brothers were separated forever.

This distant memory brought tears to Yasuo's eyes, "I'm really useless. Maybe I can see Yongen in another world."

Since the other party is seeking death, Kurozumi Orochi is prepared to be a good guy and satisfy the request of the Wind Swordsman and personally send his "old friend" off.

The skeleton demigod's arms were covered with bone spurs, which pierced through layers of blade storms and pierced through Yasuo's chest without any obstruction. Just when he was about to exert force horizontally to completely dismember the "old friend" in front of him.

A mace appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly attacked with brute force to stop the dismemberment. A beautiful figure appeared in the sky, "I will never let anyone get hurt again. Even if you give up hope, I will not let you die."

"Get your dog paws off me, Thunder Gossip"!

The big-chested young master of the Beasts Pirates brandishes his mace wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, and with the roar of red and black lightning, the mace comes into close contact with the arm of Kurozumi Orochi.

Kaido, the King of Beasts, is famous for his unique skills. His son also used them in an extraordinary way. He used the Thunder Bagua to break the arm of the Skeleton Demigod with one move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yamato helped Yasuo away from the battlefield, holding the mentality of saving as many people as possible, she didn't want to let this kind old man die.