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Chapter 339 Chapter 338: Battle against Whitebeard
"Nine Punches of Proud World! The first punch breaks the army!"

Qin Mo's figure flashed, and the golden body of the Buddha behind him teleported into the air, and then the Buddha's huge fist, which was comparable to a truck, slammed down on White Beard.

"Yeah!"

The punch with double power was as powerful as a broken bamboo, and it came with an extremely terrifying momentum. The white beard looked dignified, but he was not afraid.

"Shocking Slash!"

Cong Yunche's blade collided with the Buddha's fist, and the vast power aroused a violent airflow, forming a circle of sandstorms and scattered out, under Whitebeard's feet, a huge crater was pressed out of the solid ground , the whole person was deeply involved, and the veins on the old face were bulging.

I don't know how long it has been, and I haven't encountered such a strong opponent. Whitebeard's still depressed fighting spirit surged throughout his body again.

"Roar!"

Whitebeard's thick arm suddenly swelled with muscles, and the veins protruding out were particularly frightening. At the same time, an unparalleled force surged out of Cong Yunqie, and directly threw Qin Mo out of midair.

Qin Mo fell back to the ground with a backflip, and the Buddha also fell to the ground at the same time. The huge figure made the whole ground tremble.

"Again! Nine Punches! The second punch, Kaishi!"

This time Qin Mo didn't choose to launch an attack from the air, he jumped out like a streamer, and charged straight at Whitebeard, with his iron fist heading towards him.

Seeing this, Baibeard's eyes sank, he squatted on his knees in a horse stance, moved his left arm to his right shoulder, twisted his waist, and then.

"boom!"

White Beard swung his arm suddenly, and drew a semicircle in front of him. His fist collided fiercely with Qin Mo. Pieces of broken lines like spider webs appeared in the void, as if this space was covered by White Beard's astonishing power. The power shatters the ordinary.

The super strong shock poured into the Buddha's body. Although it was just a fantasy, an anthropomorphic pain appeared on his face.

And Qin Mo, who is the source of its energy, can also faintly feel its state, no matter how hard he tries, he can't make it advance half a step.

"Boy, you are really strong, but I have a white beard!"

Whitebeard grinned loudly, kicked his right foot forward, and the air shock wave flew towards Qin Mo's body, forcing Qin Mo to take a few steps back, clutching his chest and coughing repeatedly.

"Huhuhu..."

Although Qin Mo was pushed back with one blow, White Beard's condition obviously declined. He stood still panting heavily, and his left hand, which was fisting against Qin Mo, trembled faintly.

"Too bad, Dad's internal injury may be recurring, Qin Mo is far stronger than imagined."

On the shore, Marko and the others had extremely exciting expressions. Some were worried about White Beard's injury, some were shocked by Qin Mo's strength, and some were embarrassed by the previous mocking of Qin Mo.

"I'll call out the medical team and treat them as soon as the battle is over." After speaking, Joz turned around and ran back to the Moby Dick.

In the middle of the battle, Qin Mo was speeding up his recovery, and at the same time estimated in his mind the probability of defeating Whitebeard.

Since there is no spiritual energy in this world, Qin Mo's spiritual power supply has become a big problem. Judging from the current situation, his "Nine Fists of Proud World" can at most reach the fifth punch, and after the fifth punch, he can basically Only domineering and fruit ability are left.

After all, Qin Mo has a very short time to master domineering and these fruit abilities, and he can't even display half of their power. By that time, it may be difficult to win against Marco.

"There are still three punches at most. You must defeat him before the aura is exhausted, otherwise you will have to surrender."

After giving himself a sigh of relief, Qin Mo raised his head and stared at White Beard with incomparable determination.

"Nine Punches of Proud World! The third punch is Rock Breaker!"

"Shh!"

Qin Mo's figure flickered, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant. The white beard frowned, and quickly used his knowledge and domineering aura to the extreme.

Suddenly, he felt a phantom appearing behind him on the right, and he punched it without saying a word, but unexpectedly, his fist hit nothing, and at the same time, there was an extremely strong wave from behind him on the left. A terrifying momentum surged towards his left back waist.

"boom!"

Qin Mo's long-planned punch finally came to fruition. He knew that Whitebeard's knowledgeable aura was powerful enough to predict his own attack in advance, so he predicted Whitebeard's prediction.

Feinted a shot on his right side first, then changed position in an instant when White Beard made a shot, aimed at his defenseless left waist, and shot with a bang.

"puff!"

The left back was severely injured, and the huge body of the white beard couldn't help shaking, and he staggered two steps forward, the blood spurting out of his mouth stained a large area of ​​the ground red.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

All the captains were shocked when they saw this, and Marco, who was the first to bear the brunt, turned into a blue flame bird and flew towards them.

"Don't come here! The battle is not over yet!"

With a roar from White Beard, Cong Yunqie slammed his pestle on the ground, stopping him from falling to the ground, and then turned around and slashed at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had been prepared for a long time, and the ability of the shiny fruit was activated, and he did not retreat but advanced. He even jumped in front of Baibeard's face, and then kicked up to the sky on the white beard's chin.

White Beard spurted blood to the sky, but the ferocity engraved in his bones for a long time made him completely ignore the pain, and an iron fist the size of a casserole fell from the sky and hit Qin Mo fiercely.

At this time, Qin Mo was just when the old force had just gone to the new force to make a living, and teleportation could not be used. He was hit by a powerful punch from Whitebeard, and his whole body was smashed to the ground like a cannonball, directly penetrating ten A few meters of soil was firmly stuck in the soil.

"Huhuhu..."

Whitebeard found a moment to catch his breath, bent his body and gasped for breath, while Qin Mo, who was underground, felt severe pain all over his body, his bones seemed to be broken into dregs, and even moving was a luxury.

"This old man, if he was ten years younger, I definitely wouldn't even have the strength to fight back."

Qin Mo used the ability of the phoenix fruit, green flames wrapped his body, and the injuries in his body were recovering quickly, but his injuries were too serious, even with the physique of the dead wood and the flame of the phoenix, it would take a lot of time to regain his mobility time.

"Although I can take a few healing pills to speed up my recovery, it's not fair after all. Facing this respectable old man, I still hope to defeat him with my real skills."

There was a moment of calm in the middle of the battlefield, Whitebeard was constantly adjusting his breathing, while Qin Mo was frantically recovering from his injuries.

About 15 minutes later, a powerful force suddenly emerged from the human-shaped pit in front of White Beard. After hearing a loud "bang", Qin Mo burst out of the ground and landed in front of him again. Didn't heal, but got better.

"You're really difficult, kid." White Beard said with a tired face.

"One last punch, if I still can't beat you with this punch, then I will admit defeat."

Qin Mo raised his fists and said with firm eyes.

"Okay, then the old man will accompany you to go crazy for the last time."

As he spoke, White Beard waved Cong Yunqie with one hand, and the hundred-pound saber spun rapidly in his hand like a windmill, and the surrounding air was also attracted there, forming a white cyclone around the outer edge of the saber.

"Nine Punches of World Proudness! The Fourth Punch, Destroying Gold!"

"Zhenzhen · Overbearing the world!"

Qin Mo gathered all his strength into his right fist, and his handsome face was full of fierceness and fierceness.

At the same time, White Beard stopped the turning of the sword, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and the white cyclone gathered on the blade and smashed it down.

The fist and the blade collided together. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the earth became extremely peaceful. Marco and the others widened their eyes, held their breath, and stared at the two, looking forward to the final victory of this competition. Negative, and Qin Mo and White Beard also had nothing else to do, only one thought remained in their minds.

victory!

"boom!!!"

(End of this chapter)