I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Chapter 61 I must get you

"Navy, you deserve to die."

Bista's face was cold, and his original smile was gone. He held a Western knife in one hand and strode forward. There were no subtle steps, and he just rushed straight towards Sith.

The pace became faster and faster, bright red rose petals floated all around, and a strong murderous aura rushed towards his face.

Sis narrowed his eyes slightly, and the aura around him was actually suppressed by Bista.

He truly deserves to be a great swordsman who can fight against Hawkeye.

Turning the blade in his hand, the dark armed domineering force covered the entire long knife from between his elbows. He stamped his feet and rushed forward as quickly.

"Mr. Bista, as an impure swordsman, I am really happy to fight with you, but be careful, my sword is not as simple as you think!"

The voice suddenly increased, black and red flames rose all over the body, and the high temperature distorted the air.

Bista's eyes were dazzled, and the figure of Sith appeared in front of him, pointing the long knife directly at his chest.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Bista stopped and hurriedly returned to block with his knife.

The two swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere, making the sound of gold and iron. A storm composed of sword energy and fire spread immediately, and the floor began to crumble under their feet.

Oh!

There was a knife mark on Sith's face, and Bista's beard was burned.

Bista was a little surprised.

An impure swordsman? This guy is actually faster than me?

The sword was ineffective, Sith snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his arms violently exerted force, and the blade drew a curtain of fire in mid-air.

"Go to hell."

Bista's expression did not change, and there was even a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Your strength is pretty good, but you are so naive to want to beat me in swordsmanship."

After saying that, Bista also waved his sword and stepped forward to meet him.

Ding Ding Ding!

The three long knives were packed with domineering energy and collided repeatedly in the small space. For a moment, the entire cabin of the ship was filled with blades and swords, and the Sith were suppressed.

Dual-tasking, CP is also in a deadlock.

The pot-bellied pirate wiped the blood on his face, rolled on the ground, and cut off one of the CP's thighs with a slash of the long knife in his hand.

He got up from the ground and shouted:

"Brothers, don't be afraid. These two monsters are already dead. If you take off their arms, chop off their heads, and chop their limbs into pieces, I don't believe it. With all their limbs gone, can they still turn the world upside down?"

"Yes, take off their shoulders."

All the pirates echoed and swarmed forward, pointing their swords directly at the joints.

Who are they?

They are the Whitebeard Pirates, and two people who don't know whether they are humans or ghosts want to stop them. What a joke.

The blood flowed more and more, the movements became stiffer and stiffer, and it became harder and harder for Sith to control him.

Of course Bista also noticed this and his pupils shrank. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Flaw, left hand, this is your flaw!"

Bista shouted loudly, flipped his body in the air and jumped back. His feet exchanged dozens of times in an instant, creating flipping cyclones in the air. The blade curled back and headed straight for Sith's left hand.

The red roses all over the sky rustled down, as sad and beautiful as blood flowers.

Sith's eyes were slightly glaring, and he seemed to be unable to see anything except the incoming tornado.

He didn't have time to react, and his body moved naturally. It was an instinct left in his muscles.

After practicing hard for a long time, Zefa's desperate beating was vividly displayed at this moment.

He was like a precise machine, all his movements happened within a fraction of a second, and every step was just right, as if there was a hidden meaning.

When he grabbed it with his left hand, flames formed a whirlpool in front of him. He made a prompt decision and gave up the two CPs.

The shadow twitched his body, and the handle of the knife held in his right hand also turned into a tornado made of knife light.

Bista passed through the screen of fire and collided directly with the Sith.

clang clang...

The domineering spirit of both of them was almost pushed to the extreme. The sword light could change direction in mid-air, constantly looking for each other's flaws.

boom!

The two landed.

Hot blood dripped from Sith's left hand like black fire oil. In just a moment, black-red flames ignited on the deck.

The Sith bet paid off and he managed to keep his left hand.

But he also lost the bet, and a large piece of flesh and blood was taken away from his left arm, dripping with blood.

The two CPs were chopped into pieces by the pirates, and the others blocked his way back with a grin.

Huchi~

Sith gasped for breath, the pain in his left arm pulling at his nerves.

Playing with a sword in front of a real great swordsman is still too reluctant.

The cold eyes hit him,

"You're dead, Marine."

Bista came over from behind, his hair was singed by the flames, and there were even two holes in his cloak, but he was in a good mood.

"You have already lost. As a swordsman, I can give you a pleasure!"

"Losing? Are you kidding me?"

Sis wiped the blood on his left hand with his sleeve. The darkness made his blood turn dark. He glanced at the watch on his arm, spread his hands, and made a surprised expression.

"Oh, it's almost time. The escort ship passed the Gate of Justice about ten minutes ago and arrived at Impelton, the underwater prison. If nothing happens, the World Government's resolution will be issued within a month and then spread throughout the world. , Fire Fist Ace, the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates’ second division, will be publicly executed at Marine Headquarters Marinevando!”

"You..." Bista stared, his beard raised in anger, "You are challenging my bottom line, Navy."

He held the long knife tightly, and the aura on his body almost reached its peak.

Sith shrugged nonchalantly, with a hint of joking on his face.

"No, no, no, I am a poet. I never lie. I am just telling a certain fact."

"kill him!"

Bista roared angrily, and the surrounding pirates swarmed forward.

"For Ace!"

There was no trace of panic on Sith's face. He tilted his head, blinked, and his smile was a little cold.

"It's almost the same. As I said, I'm not a pure swordsman."

Suddenly, the surrounding black mist surged in crazily, and he escaped into the shadows again.

"Shadow Jump!"

……

"Tsk hahaha, wonderful, what a wonderful performance. I didn't expect Bista to be so angry. What's his name? Sith?"

Standing on the raft, Blackbeard grinned, leaned to the side, and asked his companions. Admittedly, he did not listen carefully when Ghost Spider introduced him.

Oka polished his sniper rifle. Of all the people, he had the best memory.

turn your head away,

"This is all because of fate!"

You don’t remember the little person, do you think he will remember it? snort!

Blackbeard's face froze, and he felt lonely after asking.

He tilted his head and looked at Bashas who was rowing.

Bassas stared at the oar and knocked it,

“Is this paddle infested with worms?”

Blackbeard put a hand on his head. Bashas's brain is not as good as his. Is he stupid? He actually thinks about Bashas.

"Lafit?"

Lafitte held the cane in one hand and pursed his scarlet lips, as if he was thinking for a while.

"Captain, you heard it right, it's the Sith, the Wet Sith!"