Pirate Warring States Warriors

Continuous raindrops flowed along the blade, attaching a layer of light to the blade.

Orlov held the knife in both hands, and the acupuncture tree stood like an unshakable jungle of swords, approaching slowly at an unhurried speed.

The strange pattern entangled by the other party is extremely reckless to rashly test it without confirming the effect.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone.

Under the cover of the heavy rain, the steel wires in the corners of the wall had completely disappeared from the sky, and even I could not tell them clearly.

He did not look at the thin line of his companions. Years of fighting at sea had made both of them familiar with cooperative combat.

However, the way the two of them communicate is to make phone calls full of life without answering them.

"Bru"

The phone bug on his chest trembled slightly before hanging up again. After sensing the signal, Orlov suddenly rushed towards Sengoku. The blade drew a semicircle in mid-air and was fixed at his waist. The tip of the sword pierced the air, under the influence of the rain curtain. A vacuum area like a white mask was created underneath.

ratchet, thrusting blade

The steel knife cut through the air, making a subtle sound, and a full-strength strike was enough to pierce the rock.

Seeing Sengoku looking intently at the front, Olof showed a triumphant smile.

Under the cover of the massive thrust from the front, in a dilapidated house at the rear, the trigger of a crossbow was slowly pulled by a steel wire from an unknown source.

蹦

A poisonous feather arrow slid silently towards his neck from the crack in the window behind the Warring States Period.

At the moment when the feather arrow collided with the mandala pattern on his neck, through the pouring rain, he seemed to hear the Warring States Period speaking a language he had never heard before.

"Chakravartin Vajrasattva"

The golden texture that was originally deeply imprinted on the body suddenly grew, and patterns with arcs and portraits appeared.

Complex, mutually nested patterns spread out from the body, growing rapidly, covering the entire body of the Buddha, like an ukiyo-e painted on steel.

At the same time, there was the crisp sound of broken arrows.

In the crisp sound, the Buddha's abilities were fully activated, and his body suddenly doubled in height. The diamond mandala patterns all over his body bloomed with bright light. The patterns originally attached to the body seemed to have been released from the constraints of the body. , the illusory veins were not bound by physical rules in mid-air, lingering around him.

Amidst the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, the domineering palm covered with weapons accurately hit the thrusting blade, and the steel knife slid to one side with violent sparks.

Sensing the abnormality, Orlov did not dodge directly back. Instead, after a brief forward thrust, he suddenly stepped on Sengoku's arm and shoulder.

He used his opponent's body to jump and distance himself, then violently turned his body in mid-air, and the endless needles set off an overwhelming storm.

ratchet, big thorn roll

The sharp wind tore apart the thick rain curtain, and the entire street was shattered by the punctures of the needles. The spikes covered the entire body of Warring States, and were powerful enough to turn the thick cement walls into plaster.

Facing the overwhelming spikes, Warring States' palm concentrated the impact, and the air flow pulled the rainwater, compressing it violently toward the center.

The fatal crisis caused by the stabbings from all directions did not give him the idea of ​​​​dodge, but made him feel that this was the best opportunity to fight back.

You dare to take off even if you don’t know how to moonwalk

I don't even take him seriously

"Big Buddha Fruit Cluster Impact"

Surrounding the palm of his hand, the compressed atmosphere rotated like a storm. As his words fell, the impact in his palm was like a balloon being let go. All the atmospheric impact exploded in one direction.

In mid-air, Orlov realized the crisis of death. He twisted his body and stabbed the wall on one side with the sword blade, causing a slight change in his position.

A huge storm poured down from his side, causing several wounds to explode on his body just by touching him.

The excess strength, together with the blood, flowed into the blood-covered thorns along Olof's body, and in the end, all of them were transmitted into the building where the thorns were inserted.

As a result, the entire three-story building cracked like spider webs at the contact points, and then collapsed.

what are you kidding...

He struggled to climb out of the pile of dirt and looked at the golden figure slowly walking towards him in horror.

In Orlov's eyes, just by standing there, the other person exuded an aura that was more like a monster than the hedgehog spirit himself.

The storm can be released by waving his palm, giving him the illusion that the ship's artillery is slowly turning its direction and aiming at him.

Can this kind of monster really be defeated?

......

Just when he was about to give up, a shock interrupted his thoughts.

"Blu, Bleu."

Orlov, who was lying in the ruins of the wall, heard the two brief beeps from the phone bug. He was stunned for a moment, and then showed a self-deprecating smile.

"I didn't expect that even though I, a Devil Fruit user, would give up, you, a helpless bastard, would still want to continue fighting."

"What a lunatic."

The thorns on his back were very sparse at this time, and scattered broken spikes covered his back. Only the steel knife in his hand remained intact.

Propping himself up with the steel knife in his hand, Olof looked at the golden Buddha walking towards him with lines all over his body.

"Go crazy once, so what"

"Captain, you are going to take revenge on us next."

The power alone made people want to worship him, like a god descending from the clouds. Orlov even had the illusion that his resistance was ridiculous.

And around Warring States' body, the wildly stretched lines finally stabilized. After continuing to operate for a period of time, the slow pattern that was originally formed because of his own inability to master it gradually became clear.

It is a winding and clear ukiyo-e scroll depicting thousands of people.

"Sattva, help all sentient beings with the righteous Dharma."

This power is not born for killing, but for the justice in the heart. It can save thousands of people and gain the trust of thousands of people, but if it falls into killing, it will be swallowed by karma.

Another way to develop the Buddha Fruit is not to destroy, but to save.

The strong lines outline Sanskrit characters full of transcendence at the bottom.

Vajrasattva

The heavy rain washed away the old bell tower, and the stained glass window with a religious atmosphere was kicked from the inside. A middle-aged man holding a huge gun, with a trembling body, used the butt of the gun to support the ground, as if the kick just now had cost him. A lot of strength.

He put a radiator on the already very long barrel, making this giant gun completely out of understandable proportions.

Facing the heavy rain, he put the gun on his chest like playing a guitar, and his body swayed rhythmically, as if he was playing, as if he was crazy, venting his excitement to his heart's content.

As an ordinary person, how can we not be excited about such a grand performance.

hidden ambush

None needed

Looking at the golden figure in the distance, "Falcon" showed the look of a predator just like his title.

Over the years of going to sea, I have gone from being a nobody to becoming a big pirate with a bounty of [-] yuan on my head, and my physical fitness has always been at the level of an ordinary person.

Does it mean that the strong man in this sea must be his own strength? It would be too short-sighted.

A "bullet" with a bifurcated tip and the thickness of an arm was pushed into the magazine, and the crosshair was slowly placed on the Buddha's body.

"Please, bring me victory again."

"Divine power."