One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Both the navy and the pirates stared at each other closely, using this brief confrontation to recover their strength.

"Boom~"

A green light falls from the sky

"Heaven comes, uh, excuse me."

The Iranian Saint landed from the sky in the middle of the battlefield between the two. Only then did he see their appearance clearly, and he was awkward in place for a moment.

A navy man with short purple hair and rimless glasses, a burly pirate man with a white beard.

Isn't this Zefa and Whitebeard II? They all have at least the strength of a commodore or above. How exciting is it to encounter a ship? Iran Sheng looked at the two of them and complained silently.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while

However, Iran Saint was the first to come to his senses after a brief embarrassment. After all, he only had to think of whom to fight.

Look at the naive look of Edward II, it’s him

"Appearance·Emperor Engine!"

"Bang~" "Bang!~" "Bang!!~"

The sound of the heart beating violently became louder and louder, and soon even the sailors standing far away could hear it clearly.

"Lingbo microsteps!"

After complaining and shaving, the shadow of the Iranian Holy Station gradually blurred and collapsed.

And he himself came to Edward II at some unknown time, with a green-patterned weapon wrapped around his fist, and punched him hard in the abdomen.

"Ye~"

Edward II blocked the blow with a horizontal block of his pheasant, and the sound of gold and iron echoed on the sea.

But Iran Saint did not retreat, his heart beat violently and continued to transmit power to his arms!

The Iranian Saint actually plans to compete with Whitebeard II!

"click~ka~"

The deck beneath the two of them was overwhelmed and cracked into a spiderweb-like depression.

"Bang~"

Just as the two were fighting, Whitebeard II suddenly received a heavy blow, and his body spun and flew backwards!

It turned out that Zefa was not idle when he saw that the pirate was restrained. He flew up and punched him in the cheek.

"Boom~"

Edward II hit the ship's railing and slid down along the railing to the deck. He shook his dizzy head, but he did not suffer any substantial damage!

However, just when he was about to get up, a green light flashed in front of his eyes.

"Boom~"

The Iranian Saint jumped up and slammed his knee into Edward II's chest.

The fence was overwhelmed and exploded!

"Fuhu Overlord Fist!!!"

I saw the Iranian Saint shouting loudly, his fists covered with glistening green light, and kneeling on Edward II's chest, punching him one after another.

"Boom~boom~boom~!!"

Each punch was accompanied by a huge roar, and each punch made an overwhelming sound when it landed on the deck. The violent attack caused waves that were almost visible to the naked eye and blew away every piece of debris on the deck.

"Well, well, well, oh~"

But no matter how hard the Iranian Saint used his strength, Edward II could still scream with full force.

Can you still call? That means it doesn't hurt yet. Iran Sheng thought as he got a little more strength in his hands out of thin air, his eyes glowed red and he waved his fist faster and faster!

The momentum became more and more powerful, and even a strong man like Zefa couldn't find a gap to attack. He could only stand on the spot to recover his strength, tilting his head slightly and unable to bear to look at the bloody scene here.

"Smash it, smash it!" Ba Jin, who was standing on the pirate ship, shouted repeatedly when he saw Edward II being beaten violently.

"Retreat, retreat! The wind is tight, pull!"

Whitebeard II did not respond, but the screams stopped suddenly, and his abdomen only contracted slightly.

But the Iranian Saint didn't care about this. At this time, he was already looking like a madman. Maybe it was because Edward II had a sarcastic face.

"Drink~ha!!!"

I saw Edward II's chest swelled slightly, he shouted loudly, and he was shocked with all his strength!

The Iranian saint was thrown out without checking for a moment! !

Edward II, who had withstood so many blows, stood up, spit out a mouthful of blood, and jumped onto the pirate ship in a few leaps like nothing happened.

"Want to run? Ask me if I have passed my 400-meter sword?!"

The Iranian Saint used his moon steps to stabilize his body in mid-air, and with a loud shout, a 400-meter-long Guan Dao appeared in his hand!

Moonstep jumped and caught up with the escaping pirate ship. He waved the sword in a circle and then swung it down suddenly!

Edward II raised his sword above his head and tried to block it, but who knew that this sword was not aimed at him.

I saw the blade of Iran's Holy Broadsword turning, leaving Edward II's position and slashing hard on their pirate ship.

Their pirate ship is more than 100 meters long, how can it withstand a 400-meter sword?

After only a brief stagnation, the pirate ship was chopped into two halves.

After smashing the pirate ship, the green sword also turned into a green star and disappeared.

"Hahahaha, are you a user with fruit abilities?! How can a landlubber swim out of the windless zone? I'm looking forward to it~"

The Iranian Saint stood in mid-air with his hands on his hips and laughed arrogantly, his face full of sarcasm.

"Boom~" "Boom~" "Boom~"

Cannonballs hit the wreckage of the pirate ship one after another, completing a wave of disaster.

The Iranian Saint silently praised the navy in his heart, and also admired Edward II's endurance.

but! Let's have fun, let's have fun, don't make fun of the King of Durable Iran, and never allow anyone to be more durable than yourself in the world. This is the bottom line! Iran Saint thought silently in his heart.

After thinking about it, he jumped onto the navy ship. Zefa quickly came up to him and opened his mouth to say something.

But before he spoke, Iran Saint had already taken the lead. He raised his head high and pointed his nostrils at Zefa and said in a stream.

"Minions, I order you to send me somewhere!"

"Wow~" As soon as these words came out, the navy on the warship was in an uproar.

"What did this guy say!"

"Does he know who he's talking to?"

“rude guy”

"Your Excellency, even though you just helped us repel the pirates, what you said is too rude!"

At this stage, Zefa is determined to become an excellent teacher, so his words are still somewhat polite.

"Oh?! You don't know me?"

"What? Should I know you? Are you a pirate? I've never seen him before."

"Haha, Zefa, you, who was once an admiral of the navy, can't even recognize the bloodline of the Creator?"

The Iranian Saint still had his nostrils turned upward, and his face showed an attitude that this navy is not good enough.

"What?! You are"

"Oh, I, Constantine Iran, ordered you to change your route. Is there any problem?"

Zefa gritted his teeth, bowed and saluted, and said with a businesslike expression.

"Wait a moment, I still need to report to my superiors and verify your identity."

"Go, go," Iran Saint waved his hand impatiently. He just showed the attitude that a Tianlong should have, which does not mean that he is an unreasonable person.

Zefa walked into the house and pressed a few numbers on the large phone. Soon,

"Hey"

"Marshal of the Warring States Period, this is Zefa"

Zefa told Warring States what happened word for word, even the details of the battle were accurate.

"Constantine? Okay, I understand, wait a moment."

Warring States said this, hung up the phone, and then dialed another number.

Even the tallest giant can move freely in the splendid palace. The white walls are carved with golden reliefs, but there are very few objects in such an empty palace.

Several sofas surround a small round table, and the only thing on the round table is a telephone bug.

Five old men are sitting or standing here, leaning or leaning on each other. Some are holding swords and some are holding sticks.

This is the center of world power - between powers.

"Puff~"

At this time, the phone on the round table rang.

An old man with curly hair holding a cane in his hand answered the phone

"Hey?"

"Oh, the Warring States Period"

"What?! Constantine, okay, I know, he is a world noble"

Warring States' report was heard word for word by the five old men. After hanging up the phone, the queen

"Why Constantine again?!"

"Can't they just stay in Mariegioa?"

"You shouldn't have noticed anything, right?"

"I don't know if I should take him too."

The old man, wearing a white Taoist robe, held a broken sword in his hand. He raised his palm and made gentle gestures at his neck.

"No, this is already the last bloodline of the Constantine family."

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