One Piece: Capture the Goddess and Become Stronger

His eyes were like the abyss, flashing with cold light, as if they could see through all the vanity in the world.

His strength is among the best even among the Five Elder Stars.

Not only can he move around the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, he is also as elusive as a ghost.

He is also holding the legendary supreme sword, the First Generation Kitetsu, and every swing of the sword can release a terrifying freezing attack.

Wherever the slash passed, the air seemed to solidify, forming crystal clear ice crystals that were beautiful yet deadly.

Facing such a powerful opponent, Yixiao's expression became increasingly uglier.

Relying on his extraordinary observation Haki, he was barely able to capture the phantom-like attack trajectory of Nasujuro Sei.

But even so, he couldn't block all the attacks one by one.

"Humph, Yixiao, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."

Nasujuro Sei sneered, and swung the First Generation Kitetsu in his hand again. A sharp sword energy cut through the sky and pointed directly at Yixiao's vital points.

"But in front of me, you are still just an ant!"

Yixiao gritted his teeth, turned quickly, and barely avoided the attack.

But his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and his face was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He knew that the gap in strength between himself and Nasujuro Sei could not be made up overnight.

"What a pity...my speed is still a long way off!"

Yixiao sighed secretly in his heart, he knew very well that he was already at an absolute disadvantage in this battle.

There was another fierce confrontation, and amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, the two figures intertwined again.

However, at a certain moment, Nasujuro Sei suddenly found a flaw in his smile.

He shouted suddenly, and the first generation Kitetsu in his hand burst out with unprecedented light. An incomparably powerful sword energy roared out like a cone of ice and instantly pierced through Yixiao's abdomen.

He smiled and let out a muffled groan. His body was pushed to the edge of the sky by the powerful sword energy and fell towards the sea like a kite with a broken string.

And Nasu Shoulang Sheng stood coldly in the air, looking at Yixiao's figure gradually going away, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

However, Yixiao did not die after falling into the sea.

A healing dandelion in his arms began to work silently, emitting colorful light that represented healing, stabilizing and healing Yixiao's injuries...

........

The unlucky old man, Peter Saint, was blown out of the ground by Qin Yun's terrifying golden divine thunder. He rolled several times in the air before he could barely stabilize his body.

Just as he was about to stand up, he found himself being locked by another powerful aura.

It turned out to be Borsalino, this despicable man who always worked without putting in any effort. He had approached quietly with a cold look in his eyes.

"I'll give you a few bucks, Lord Peter, why did you fly here again?"

Borsalino's lips curled up into a playful smile, and his tone was somewhat teasing.

Peter's face darkened. He knew that he was in a very bad condition at the moment, but facing Borsalino's provocation, he still endured the pain and sneered:

"Borsalino, stop gloating over other people's misfortunes. Even if I risk my life today, I will not let you off easily!"

However, before Saint Peter could finish his words, Borsalino had already taken action.

He just waved his hands, and endless lasers surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping Saint Pitt.

"Cool wow Ine~ Let's see how long you can last!"

Borsalino smiled contemptuously, but his hands were merciless.

The density and intensity of the laser beams continued to rise, as if they were going to completely devour Peter Saint.

Peter Saint struggled hard in the sea of ​​lasers. He tried to use the sandworm form again to drill into the ground to avoid this deadly attack.

But unfortunately, he was blown out again as soon as he got in.

"hateful!"

Saint Peter roared angrily, and was eventually forced to exit the sandworm form and transform into a human form.

He was covered in blood and was dying, but there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.

However, even in this situation, Borsalino had no intention of letting him go.

He approached Pitt Saint step by step, and the sound of "Cool Wainai~" in his mouth became more and more shrill.

"Master Saint Peter, do you think you can get away with this? You are so naive!"

Borsalino chuckled, then opened fire at full power, condensing the laser in his hand into a thick beam of light, and blasted it directly at Peter Saint.

Under the bombardment of this beam of light, Peter Saint's body began to gradually dissipate, and he let out a final scream:

"Borsalino, you will not be rewarded!"

But Borsalino seemed not to have heard it. He just coldly watched Peter Saint being gradually worn away by his attack, with a hint of indifference at the corner of his mouth.

In the end, Peter Saint's figure completely disappeared in the rain of laser light, leaving only a devastated battlefield.

........

“Ah la la la ~ This is really a headache ~”

Kuzan wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity as he stared closely at the giant warthog transformed into the Sanctuary of Vochuli in front of him.

The huge monster was covered in thick ice armor, but it kept cracking due to the power of Saint Wochuli, making bursts of roars.

"Kid! Stop hiding! You don't even have the courage to fight me head-on, yet you are so arrogant as to say you want to take me down? What a joke!" Saint Wochuli shouted.

Hearing this, Kuzan curled up a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth. The other party's ridicule was just an insignificant breeze to him.

"Excuse me, Saint Vochuli, my mission is simple. It's enough to hold you back! As for confronting you head-on, I'm not that stupid."

As he spoke, Kuzan gently waved his hands, and the surrounding air instantly condensed into ice, turning into countless sharp ice blades, shooting towards Saint Vorchuli like dense arrows.

However, Saint Wochuli seemed to have foreseen the situation. With a low roar, the ice blades shattered one after another and turned into ice chips all over the sky.

"Humph, what a small trick!"

Saint Wochuli sneered, and his figure flashed suddenly, appearing beside Kuzan in an instant. His huge claws slapped Kuzan fiercely with a whistling sound.

Kuzan moved his body to the side and narrowly avoided the attack.

"What a fast speed!" Kuzan was secretly surprised.

But even so, Kuzan was able to use the advantage of his freezing power to force Saint Vorchuli to stay here.

........

Although the World Government's army and air force came, they could not get close to Marijoa at all and were repelled by the domineering aura that escaped.

Here, only the truly strong ones can stand firm and exert their strength.