One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

As a standard, the prisoners on the fifth underground floor of Impel City already have a reward of over 100 million, so the danger level of the prisoners on the sixth underground floor can be imagined.

The Golden Lion and the Pirate King Roger, these legendary strongmen were once imprisoned in the unknown sixth floor in history.

And now all the jailers on the five underground floors have been brutally murdered. It is very likely that no alarm has been issued, and there are not many other situations on the upper floors. The intelligence information Zoren and Domino know is really limited.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Domino said anxiously, "I don't know if the people on the upper levels already know about the prisoner's escape. Zoron, let's hurry up."

"Okay." Zoron nodded, his brows still furrowed, as if he had missed a very crucial question.

"If you are a prisoner on the sixth floor underground, you will definitely choose to break through to the upper floors when escaping. That is, you will have to go through five, four, three, two and one hells to reach the Chengcheng Gate exit."

"But--"

He looked at the entrance to the passage leading to the upper levels and wondered: "The higher the level, the more high-level jailers are stationed, but why hasn't there been any commotion yet?"

"Zoren, what are you still doing? Time is running out. Let's go up quickly." Domino pulled Zoren's arm.

"Wait a minute." Zoron finally thought of something. He looked at the corridor strewn with corpses with a slightly changed expression, and said with difficulty, "No way, that prisoner - could he still be here?!"

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, Domino was stunned.

The next moment, as if to verify Zoren's guess, a black shadow quickly fell from the building frame above and swooped close to the two of them.

"Get out of the way!!"

Cold hairs exploded, and Zoren shouted when he sensed the danger, but the opponent's attack was so fast that he almost didn't notice it just now. The long sword shone brightly and tore through the air, and the sharp edge pierced the skin.

The fierce sword strike will cut the two people in half!

At the critical moment, Zoren blocked Domino in front of him, crossing his arms and using the iron block as a shield to block.

"laugh!"

Bright red blood splashed from his arms and stained the wall.

Domino opened his eyes wide. Everything happened too fast. Just as he reacted to Zoren's early warning, the falling slash hit Zoren's raised arm in front of him. He could only subconsciously hug Zoren and hit him. on the back to cushion the remaining strength.

The two hugged each other and flew backwards several meters before finally stopping.

"Zoren, are you okay?" Domino hurriedly looked at Zoren's injured arm. He could clearly see a serious stab wound on his left arm that almost penetrated the bone, and blood was still flowing out.

"I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound. Pay attention, the escaped prisoner is here!" Zoron gritted his teeth hard and looked at the prisoner who suddenly attacked them with his whole body tense.

Slowly pacing among the jailer's corpse, the prisoner holding a sword emerged from the shadows. He was an old man with a skinny body, like a skeleton wrapped in skin, with bulging black eyes and hollow eyes. There were stains of blood on the top and bottom, some of which had already solidified, and some of which were freshly applied.

In his hand he held the long sword that came standard with the jailer, and the tip of the sword was still dripping blood from Zoren's arm on the ground.

"Boy, the physical skills you used just now are a bit interesting. Is it a form of armed domineering? No, you don't have any traces of domineering on your body." The old man grinned, raised his long sword, and used it with his extended scarlet tongue. He licked the blood on it slightly.

As if savoring the taste, he said with a grin, "As expected of the foundation of physical training, the blood is very fresh."

"Domino, do you recognize who he is?"

Zoran held his breath nervously, confronting the old man as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Yes." Domino's voice behind him was trembling slightly: "He is indeed a prisoner of the six infinite hells underground. I have seen his file - blood-drinking sword ghost, Sieber Hartleon, born in Xihai, once He was arrested and imprisoned thirty-one years ago because of a terrible incident in which a man slaughtered an entire country with a sword."

"Sib Hartleon? I have been living here in the dark for thirty-one years. From now on, just call me 'Sword Demon'." The sword demon pointed his blood-stained sword at the two of them and grinned wildly.

"He's really a pervert from the sixth floor underground."

Unable to help sighing heavily, Zoren lowered his eyes on the injured arm. The incision was smooth and complete. There was no doubt that the slash just now had the power to cut off the steel directly.

If it weren't for the full use of his body-hardened arms to increase his defense nearly several times, and his defensive capabilities would even far exceed that of steel, his arms would have been chopped into two together with his body.

At present, things have developed to the worst situation, and the other party is no match for them.

"Domino." Zoren thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said a countermeasure to Domino behind him.

"In this case, you are likely to-" Before Domino could finish speaking, Zoren covered his mouth.

He said confidently, "Don't worry, haven't I told you before? I will never die."

"What are you two muttering secretly! Not only will you die, you will all die here!" Sword Demon said impatiently, flicking the long sword in his hand, and the blood shook off and splashed to the ground.

The long sword in his hand returned to its original state with a cold glow, and the sword ghost charged forward with a ferocious smile as he speeded up.

"Do as I say! Quick!"

Zoran said something quickly, then stepped on the ground with his razor-sharp pedal and charged towards the sword demon head-on.

Domino gritted his teeth and without any hesitation rushed towards Zoron's side, which was the passage leading to the upper floors.

"No one can even think of leaving here!"

The Sword Demon, who understood the two men's intentions, roared, quickly swung his sword, changed the direction of attack, and chased Domino.

"As long as I'm here, there's no way you can stop her from leaving!"

Zoran shouted low, his body suddenly accelerated, and he arrived in front of the sword demon in the blink of an eye.

"Point gun!!"

He used his full strength to strike with his finger gun, piercing the air and aiming for the sword demon's throat. The sword demon's attention was still focused on the escaping Domino, and he did not deliberately deal with his attack.

"Did you succeed?"

The finger gun hit the target forward, but a black armed membrane suddenly appeared, directly blocking the sharp finger gun.

"How is this possible!" Zoren opened his eyes in disbelief, just like when he attacked Lars, Lars used iron blocks to defend himself.

But now he was attacking with all his strength with his finger gun, but he also failed to break through the defense.

"This is not about body mass or ordinary physical skills, but the domineering power derived from the body." Zoron flashed this idea and looked at the sword demon at close range with a cruel smile on his mouth, the tip of his long sword pointed straight at Domino stabbed in the back.

"Damn it! If one hit doesn't work, just use a few more!"

Stretching out the index fingers of both hands, Zoren took a deep breath. The muscles in his upper body suddenly swelled, the blood circulation speed accelerated, and he used all the strength of his body to concentrate on his hands.

"Finger gun? Overclocking and continuous shooting!"

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