Pirates: I was born to be a king

Just as Peter Saint was terrified and frightened, Vanessa, who was not far away, was also shocked and asked suspiciously: "What...what is going on?"

Roland shook his head slightly and was about to speak when Leah suddenly flashed like a ghost and appeared in front of Peter Saint.

Peter Saint was horrified: "You!"

Liya remained silent, and swung her palm in the air. Six barriers suddenly appeared around Saint Peter like mushrooms after rain, like an indestructible cage, tightly surrounding Saint Peter.

Peter Saint panicked, and while he used his domineering fist to smash the barrier madly, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hey! What on earth are you doing?! Let me out!"

However, the barrier was as solid as a rock, and only flickered slightly a few times without even the slightest shake.

Liya shouted loudly: "Luolan!"

Vanessa looked confused, but Luo Lan understood what she meant. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly and nodded, "Yes!"

As she spoke, she gently clenched her hands, and a crystal as dazzling as a sapphire appeared in her hand.

Roland hurriedly threw the "sapphire" in his hand towards Peter Saint like a meteor. Even Roland rarely showed a panic look, as if this "sapphire" with a gorgeous and crystal appearance was a hot potato.

The crystal shot out like an arrow, piercing through layers of air, and crashed into the barrier head-on, but it seemed like it hit a layer of water film, and sank into the barrier in an instant.

Peter's expression suddenly changed. He opened his palms to protect his chest and tightly grasped the "sapphire" thrown by Luo Lan. Then he looked at the gem and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Unexpectedly, Liya in front of him fled back to Luolan like a frightened bird.

Saint Peter was about to ask a few more questions, but he felt the sapphire in his hand suddenly become extremely hot, and then a dazzling white light burst out from the gem.

"This is..." Before Peter Saint could finish his words, the white light swallowed him up like a surging tide.

Leah's face was pale, as if she had seen something horrifying. She waved her hand in the direction of Peter Saint, and the barrier carried Peter Saint into the sky like a burning rocket.

Boom, boom! ! !

The barrier had just risen less than fifty meters when it exploded. At this moment, the barrier that was said to have absolute defense was blown into pieces like ordinary glass.

The powerful energy is like a compressed spring. Due to the narrowness of the previous space, the energy piled up like a mountain and could not spread smoothly.

Once it breaks, the powerful shock wave will surge in all directions like a flood breaking through a dam.

Vanessa screamed, “No!

"Liya waved her hand again, and the barrier instantly protected the three of them like a solid wall.

The tidal wave of the explosion submerged the three people like a raging sea wave, and the earth was shaken by the explosion, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

The soldiers not far away fled like frightened birds, but many of them were still blown away along with the ground under their feet by the powerful shock wave.

Even Kaido and Satan, who were not far away, were not spared.

"Huh?!" Kaido's face changed drastically. He transformed into a blue dragon at this time. The huge dragon body was actually like a leaf blown by a strong wind, and was directly blown away for dozens of meters.

After stopping, he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, which fell like a rain of arrows.

puff!

Kaido ignored the bright red blood on his lips, stared at the location of Peter Saint, Leah and others in horror, and muttered to himself: "Could this explosion be caused by that woman again?"

The figure of Roland appeared in Kaido's mind, and he thought with fear and confusion: What on earth could cause the explosion to have such terrifying power?

Saint Satan's face was ashen, as if his soul had been taken away.

Because the explosion was mixed with an energy that was destructive to his body, one of his horns was broken at this moment, and his body was like a piece of tattered cloth, with blood gushing out of several holes, and the blood that flowed out was no longer bright red, but a strange purple.

Fortunately, this was just the aftermath of the explosion, so he was just in great pain and would be able to recover after a short rest.

Saint Satan had no time to take care of his physical condition at the moment. Instead, he was horrified to feel that another connection had been completely severed like a broken string.

At the same time, both Nasujuro Saint and Wokuri Saint, who was far away in Marijoa, froze suddenly, their faces full of disbelief.

Saint Vochuli was among the flowers. His condition was horrible. His knees were broken by some powerful force, which forced him to kneel on the ground. His powerful recovery ability seemed to be restrained, and purple blood flowed all over the ground like a stream.

Saint Vochuli's expression was as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face was full of disbelief, "This... this..."

He really couldn't understand why, even with the unlucky Saint Maz as a precedent, Saint Peter still couldn't escape death?

"What a useless waste!" On the high platform in front of Saint Wochuli, sat a woman with an indifferent expression but dignified and elegant manner. However, at this moment, the woman's face was as violent as a storm, and there was no trace of her usual calmness.

A new throne on the high platform had already been carried up by his sensible subordinates, and after Saint Wochuli was beaten back, Im told the other party to roll over. After all, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped!

Im raised his index finger slightly, and Saint Wochuli was hit by a sledgehammer. He was blown into the air like a kite with a broken string. After turning 360 degrees, he fell heavily on the ground. His body was as soft as a cooked noodle, unable to move anymore.

Saint Wouchuri endured the severe pain, barely raised his head, and begged for mercy in a voice as weak as a mosquito: "Lord Yim, please forgive me..."

Saint Wochuli's forehead was bruised and purple, and blood was still oozing out. It was obvious that he had kowtowed many times before.

Yimu ignored Saint Vochuli's pleas for mercy. She murmured to herself, "Lopez, you are sober now. In that case, Leila, you must be too."

As she spoke, her muscles tensed as if she was facing a great enemy, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

"But what if you are awake? Do you dare to come over here?"

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Return to Egghead.

At the moment when Nasu Shoulang Sheng was distracted, a cold light suddenly flashed across his neck, and in the shocked and terrified eyes of Nasu Shoulang Sheng, the human head was instantly separated.

Mihawk's expression was as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "I said, if you get distracted again, I will chop off your head!"

However, what was unexpected was that just as Mihawk finished his words, Nasujuro Sei's headless body moved like a ghost, holding the knife and slashing at Mihawk like a violent storm.

"What?!" Even Mihawk couldn't help but be shocked. He could accept that he was not dead without a head, but he couldn't believe that he could still move without a head. What kind of weird principle was this?

Even though Mihawk was as agile as lightning, he was unable to dodge the fatal blow. His chest was split open and blood gushed out like a fountain, with a few blood arrows shooting out from time to time.

Mihawk leaped back like a startled wild goose, instantly creating some distance between himself and the other person. As soon as he landed, his body swayed like a candle in the wind. Intense pain surged into his heart like a tide. Even Hawkeye, who was as strong as steel, couldn't help but frown and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Keng!

Mihawk knelt on one knee and stuck his knife into the ground with one hand to prevent himself from falling to the ground due to his serious injuries.

Given his current condition, if he fell down, it would be extremely difficult for him to stand up again.

The world of swordsmen is like this. A single move can decide victory or defeat, and life or death can often be determined in a moment.

Mihawk did not accuse Nasujiro of being despicable, but silently reflected in his heart that he had underestimated the enemy.

"But..." Mihawk's consciousness was swaying like a candle in the wind, but his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk, staring at the body of Nasujuro Sei not far away, and his voice was as if it had been honed by sandpaper, and he murmured with difficulty:

"Is there really such a terrifying ability in this world? He can move even without a head! Or in other words, is he still alive..."

The headless Nasujuro Sei had no intention of pursuing. Instead, he turned around and stared at the afterglow of the explosion like a sculpture. The head that fell to the ground dissipated like smoke, and then gathered together on his neck like magic.

Nasujuro Sei's face kept changing like a chameleon, full of fear. His horror and fear just now was not because of Mihawk's shocking sword, but because he knew very well that if one of the Five Elders died, it might be blamed on the enemy's unexpected means, but if a second one died, especially in the current situation, the possibility of seizing the fusion furnace was already unrealistic. What kind of punishment he would receive after returning was as unpredictable as seeing flowers in the fog.

They might be able to bear the torture, but if they were abandoned like abandoned pawns, it would undoubtedly be a sentence of death for them, and the latter was more likely...

Nasujuro Sheng's expression changed like the wind and clouds. Thinking of this, he finally seemed to put down a heavy burden and sighed softly.

"Forget it..." Under Mihawk's astonished gaze, Nasujuro Sei returned to his human form.

Mihawk looked at the man's clothes and asked in shock, "Are you from Wano Country?"

Nasujuro Sei looked down at his clothes. The standard white Taoist robe was like floating clouds, and the wooden clogs on his feet were like light flying swallows. It was indeed a typical samurai outfit of Wano Country. No wonder Mihawk was confused.

Kaido happened to be blown away not far from them. Seeing the appearance of Nasujuro Sei, he could not help but be extremely shocked. He thought to himself: "Could this Five Elders be from Wano Country?"

However, he quickly shook his head in denial, secretly laughing at his previous thought as extremely stupid. If these Five Elders were really from Wano Country, then how could they condone Kaido to invade Wano Country?

How could I use money to trade with him?

Nasujuro Sei was not surprised. He sneered and said, "Wano Country? Humph!"

When Nasujuro heard about Wano Country, a trace of disdain flashed across his face, but he did not deny it. He nodded slightly and said, "There is a slight connection, I guess. My family and the families in Wano Country once lived together on the same vast land."

Mihawk did not react much. The question he asked just now was just a casual question. The secrets in it might be very attractive to Wano Country and archaeologists, but he was only focused on kendo.

"Do you think I'm no longer a threat?" Mihawk sneered.

Nasu Shoulang Sheng just shook his head slightly and said, "That's not the case."

After saying this, he pulled out an exquisite and gorgeous dagger from his arms, and then, in front of everyone's astonished eyes, he made a move that made everyone dumbfounded.

Nasu Shoulang Sheng quickly pulled out the dagger, held it tightly in his backhand, and stabbed himself in the chest without hesitation. Puff! Blood gushed out like a flood, and even the gray-white bones could be vaguely seen.

Nasujuro Sei did not stop, but pulled hard again, leaving a cut on his chest similar to Mihawk's, and blood flowed to the ground like a stream.

"Ugh!" Nasu Shoulang's hand softened and the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He couldn't help but kneel on one knee. The piercing pain made his originally fair face even paler, and a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead.