Weapon fruit is rubbish? Have you ever heard of Ryujin Jakka?

"The world's strongest black sword?"

Rosen felt the rising domineering aura of Joracol Mihawk, who was completely different from before, but there was no trace of emotion on his face. He just glanced at the black knife, Night, in the other's hand, and then said something shocking.

"All right."

"As the only swordsman I have ever seen who can forge a sword into a black sword, I would like to ask a question."

"Can the black knife be cut off?"

As soon as these words came out.

Joracol Mihawk, who was originally full of momentum and was planning to use the black knife in his hand to make Rosen suffer his first defeat in his life, was slightly stunned at this moment.

Can the black knife be cut off?

He had never even thought about the possibility that the black knife would be cut off.

After all, the world's most powerful swordsmen are common, but black swords are rare.

Throughout world history, a black sword forged by a swordsman is hard to come by in a hundred years, and every black sword that is born is often given various titles by countless swordsmen.

For example, indestructible.

Because there has never been a case of damage to a black knife.

Gradually, all swordsmen developed an almost blind understanding of the black sword.

Any black knife, no matter what the quality of the weapon was before it was forged into a black knife, once it was forged into a black knife, it meant that it would never wear out.

same.

Having just forged Night into the world's strongest black sword, Djork Mihawk would never think that the black sword would be cut off.

however.

Rosen's words made him think about this question for the first time.

Just as the other party said, he is the only swordsman in this sea who has forged his sword into a black sword.

He has the most say on whether the black knife can be cut off.

"It seems you don't know either."

"Then don't think about it."

"I will find out for myself."

Rosen opened his hands, with the long and short Zangetsu pointing to both sides. As the five fingers holding the swords closed, the armament color and the domineering color moved forward together and entangled with the blades of the two Zangetsu swords.

"Let's start by cutting off the world's strongest black sword."

The voice just fell.

For the first time, Djorakol Mihawk's expression changed noticeably.

An unprecedented anger suddenly surged into my heart and appeared on my face.

For a swordsman, having a notch on his sword left by his opponent is a huge shame.

Not to mention having his saber cut off.

He didn't know whether the black knife could be cut off, but Ye, which was already an unparalleled sword, was now forged into a black knife. If it was cut off by Rosen, it would definitely be a shame for his life.

"Cut off my black knife?"

"If you can do it, then come on!"

"Rosen."

Djorakol Mihawk's hawk-like eyes flashed with a creepy scarlet light.

Chi Chi

The domineering aura turned into violent lightning, entwined around the black knife, and then took the lead in attacking.

砰

With just a light chop of the black knife in his hand, Ye's sky and earth in the South China Sea changed color immediately. The sky and the ocean seemed to be covered with a layer of dark green sword light like a light curtain.

He wanted to let Rosen experience the sharpness of the world's strongest black knife.

He wants to use the blood of the strongest navy in a thousand years to announce to the world the birth of the world's strongest black sword.

With such thoughts in mind.

When the black knife Night fell, the world seemed unable to bear it, and the overwhelming dark green light curtain exploded like a mirror.

砰

A loud roar of thunder shook the sky and the sea.

An extremely violent slashing wave, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, stirred up the sky and the sea, surrounded by an unparalleled sharp sword wind, and pushed towards Rosen with great force.

See this.

Rosen calmly raised the short knife Zhan Yue in his left hand, and the golden ribbon-like slashing attack burst out, lingering around the blade of the short knife Zhan Yue. Then, from top to bottom, he stabbed the short knife Zhan Yue on the surging slashing wave with his backhand, just like swinging a knife to pierce a ferocious beast that was rushing towards him.

砰

The slashing wave released by Djordko Mihawk with the black sword Night, which was so powerful that it could cut through the sky and the sea as soon as it appeared, was nailed to the ground in front of him by his sword, and it could not move forward at all.

咻

At this moment, Djork Mihawk took off into the sky like an eagle spreading its wings.

While Rosen was dealing with his slashing wave, he flew over Rosen's head and landed behind him.

Followed by.

He swung his sword and slashed, releasing an ultra-long-range slashing wave, like a mad super-large sea king, tearing a huge chasm in the sea surface while heading straight for Rosen's back.

Obviously.

Djorakol Mihawk intends to fight back.

Rosen just used the same method to return the favor to him, just like he had just severely injured him and chopped him down to the bottom of the sea.

Faced with the raging waves of slashing attacks from both sides, like two runaway black dragons, Rosen seemed to be at his wit's end.

He could only do the same as Joracol Mihawk did before when facing the double-team from Getsuga Tensho. He used the short sword Zangetsu in his left hand to block the slashing waves in front of him, used the long sword Zangetsu in his right hand to defend behind him, and wrapped the ribbon-like Getsuga Tensho around to defend against the slashing waves coming from behind.

at this time.

Rosen was directly trapped by two of the world's strongest slashes.

On the other hand, Joracol Mihawk calmly moved to the other side of Rosen.

He didn't know the Crescent Moon Sky Strike, nor could he wrap the slashing wave around the black sword at will like the Crescent Moon Sky Strike.

Therefore, the Crescent Moon Sky Strike was replaced by the Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki.

The exact same script was repeated again.

However, the situation of the two people has changed from offense to defense.

After Joracol Mihawk refined the night into a black sword, it was no longer him who was suppressed, but Rosen.

“This is defeat.”

"Remember this, Rosen."

"But I think you will never forget it for the rest of your life."

Djorakol Mihawk's eyes flashed with a bright light, and the black sword Night, which was wrapped in the domineering aura, was like a black lightning that pierced through the sky and went straight to Rosen's neck.

The swordsmen's battles rarely last for days and nights.

The winner is often determined in a very short period of time.

even.

It can determine life and death in an instant.

Once the relationship between the strong and the weak is reversed, victory or defeat, life or death will be revealed.

This has happened countless times in the battles that Joracol Mihawk has experienced in the past.

Those opponents who were originally stronger than him would often reverse the situation of life and death and victory or defeat in an instant after he grew and became stronger.

That's how it used to be.

It's the same now.

This is the proud spirit of the great swordsman who can forge the world's strongest black sword.

砰

Under the eagle-like gaze of Joracol Mihawk, who seemed to have already seen victory, the black knife Night drew a thrilling trajectory and slashed diagonally into Rosen's neck.

The Armament Haki and Conqueror Haki wrapped around the blade exploded together, transforming into a lightning-like slashing wave that engulfed Rosen's body.

After the strike, he drew his sword and retreated, turning around to look for his small boat which had been blown away to an unknown place when the battle was about to break out.

As for Rosen.

Djorakol Mihawk didn't even glance at it.

Because when the domineering slashing wave engulfed his entire body, the two slashing waves that were originally attacking him from the front and the back also exploded at the same time, squeezing him into a ball and drowning him in the sea.

Three slashing waves.

Each strike can split the earth, break mountains, and cut off the sea.

The power of joining forces is enough to kill anything.

at this time.

Djoracle Mihawk was just like the reaction he had after successfully surpassing his opponent in a past battle, turning the tables, and bestowing defeat on his enemy.

Never look at the loser again.

Just like an ant, it is impossible for him to remember them all.

He would no longer consider anyone defeated by his sword as an opponent, let alone even look at them.

This is Djorakol Mihawk.

This is the most powerful swordsman in the world.