I'm at the Sea, Sword-Drawing Skill Level 999

puff

At this point, John didn't know that his ally, Silver Axe, was timid before the battle, and he even wanted to retreat.

In other words, he knew that there was nothing he could do. In front of Zhantian's sword-drawing technique, he had no time to think about other things.

Because the moment Luo Yan drew his sword, his body and even his spirit were engulfed by the mighty sword that cut off the sky.

puff

As the scarlet blood water spurted out like a wave, there was another sword wound on his chest.

Stacked with the previous one, it just formed the same cross sword injury as the sky above.

The hands he held the knife opened weakly, and the two famous knives in his hands seemed to be thrown out of his hands.

"No! How can I die!"

"Laozi is Captain John... The big pirate with a reward of over 1 billion."

"I haven't got Captain Rocks' treasure yet, how can I die by the mere Marine's sword."

I don't know if it's the strong desire to survive, or the greed for the Rocks treasure. Just as Griffin and Shiyu were about to let go, a force suddenly emerged in John's body, allowing him to hold his hand tightly. famous knife.

not only that.

He was seriously injured, and he had already stepped into hell with half of his foot.

Chi Chi

Conqueror's black thunder, like a black dragon with claws and claws, quickly wrapped around the two long knives.

Immediately after.

John's eyes were fierce, and Griffin and Shiyu were cut out at the same time.

bang

In a trance, a lively and huge griffin actually appeared above the huge pier.

I saw its wings spread out, and between the light flaps, a hurricane suddenly blew into the void.

click

This hurricane seems to be constructed of countless tiny chopper waves. Wherever the hurricane passed, boulders were chopped up, ancient trees were cut off, and even the vast land was chopped out by hundreds, densely packed and criss-crossed. blade.

Such a terrible slashing storm, once involved in it, the situation will definitely be more tragic and painful than a thousand cuts.

"thunderstorm!"

However, in the face of the whistling hurricane, Luo Yan didn't take a second look from beginning to end.

this moment.

Only the thunderstorm in his hand remained in his sight.

He seemed to want to completely burn the famous knife that he first obtained and accompanied him for three years.

bang

Until the massive slashing hurricane that was about to swallow everything swept in front of him, Luo Yan, motionless like a statue, finally put the thunderstorm back into the scabbard.

he knows.

That glance just now was the last time he saw a thunderstorm.

Draw the sword next time.

Thunderstorms will be gone.

Clang

As if to appease Luo Yan, but also to prove that he can carry the edge of the sword-slashing technique, and complete the feat of sword-slashing a great swordsman in his lifetime. Thunderstorm is still in the scabbard, but the strange blood is like Like a tide, it overflowed from the gap between the scabbard and the blade.

from a distance.

The thunderstorm at this time was like the whole knife was bathed in boiling blood.

"Cut the sky and draw the sword!"

Feeling the changes in the thunderstorm, Luo Yan's face was sinking like water, and his five fingers clenched the hilt of the sword. When his eyes slowly moved to the slashing hurricane in front of him, he suddenly drew the sword with his right hand.

Clang

As soon as the blood-red, but full of cracks, the sword body was unsheathed, the terrifying blood-colored sword light burst into bloom in an instant, spreading out in an overwhelming force.

bang

In an instant, the slashing storm, which was even more terrifying than the natural disaster typhoon, was instantly submerged by the blood-colored sword light, and not even a single wave was splashed.

click

The blood-red sky, adding another sword mark.

The cross sword mark, from a distance, looks like a snowflake.

But not white, but scarlet as blood.

puff

John stiffened and stopped in place.

Then, after a brief twitch, both arms and legs broke off at the same time, splitting from the torso.

As his hands and legs rolled down on the blood-stained soil, the two famous knives in his hands could no longer be held and fell to the ground.

Snapped

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if the famous sword will choose its own owner.

After Griffin got out of John's hands, he actually rolled all the way to Luo Yan's feet.

Instead, it's raining.

I don't know if I'm afraid.

Fear of Luo Yan, afraid that he is not worthy of the swordsman who killed his former master.

click

Luo Yan didn't look at Griffin at his feet, nor did he pay any attention to Shi Yu. After the third time he used Zhantian to draw the sword, he never took his eyes off Leiyu.

A sword mark of the sky was added to the sky. At the same time that John was torn apart by five horses, after the thunderstorm was unsheathed, the sword body was gradually cracking.

puff

When the blood-colored sword light that covered the sky completely disappeared.

The thunderstorm in Luo Yan's hand was only the hilt of the sword. As for the body of the sword... at this time, it had already shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.

One last draw!

He beheaded the sky, beheaded John, but also beheaded the thunderstorm in his hand.

As Zephyr said that day.

The sharpness of the swordsmanship of cutting the sky and drawing the sword is too strong, and it can cut even the sky.

It is not at all that a big sharp knife can withstand.

However.

From beginning to end, Luo Yan never felt timid or flinched from Lei Yu.

On the contrary, he was very pleased with the fact that he had to endure the three times of slashing the sky and drawing the sword, and the sword cut the great swordsman.

The pride of this demon knife.

Let it choose between being abandoned and Jian Zhan Da Jianhao, choosing the latter.

Even if the price is a knife on the spot.

"The sword-drawing technique is too strong, it turns out to be a trouble!"

Luo Yan sighed slightly, his expression a little depressed.

Just easy to fold.

It was the first time he felt it.

It's no wonder that top powerhouses like Roger and Whitebeard always apply a layer of armed-colored knife oil to their supremely sharp knives before the battle.

In addition to increasing the attack power, protecting the knife is the key.

At the same time, he also understands that Kizaru and Akainu, who will become Admiral in the future, obviously have a swordsmanship comparable to that of a great swordsman, but one chooses to condense photons into a sword, and the other directly abandons the sword and uses magma instead of swordsmanship.

It is really a weapon of lower quality than the Supreme Sword. It is better to focus light into a sword, or lava into a fist.

Only the Supreme Swordsman is worthy of the top generals and emperors.

However, there are only twelve of the supremely fast knives.

It is simply not enough to divide the emperor-level powerhouses.

After sighing alone for a while, Luo Yan took off his justice coat and wrapped the scattered thunderstorm debris.

He promised thunderstorms.

After that, the swordsmith will definitely be found and it will be restored to its original state.

After doing all this, he first picked up Shi Yu, glanced at it casually, put it back into the scabbard, jumped up the justice coat wrapped with the thunderstorm fragments, and carried it on his shoulders.

Good knife and pole.

good.

"Griffin!"

Luo Yan's gaze fell on Griffin at his feet, and then reached out to pick it up.

Clang

As soon as the knife started, a sonorous knife sound suddenly sounded.

Immediately, he immediately felt a sharpness and tenacity far surpassing the thunderstorm from the knife.

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