Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 535

Yan Mo!

Mihawk's eyes were stern, and his gaze was fixed on the black demon sword hovering in front of the Vice Admiral.

He felt a cold and murderous aura from this demon sword, and goose bumps appeared on his back.

The "King of the North Sea" in front of him relied on the terrifying power of this demon sword to smash the small island thrown by the great pirate Golden Lion Shiki, so that the Marine Headquarters Marinford would not be reduced to a scorched earth.

"This sword can devour the user's domineering aura to the maximum extent. At the moment of attack, the ghost energy of the sword itself is all released."

Darren said lightly.

And at the moment when he grasped the handle of Yan Mo, an extremely terrifying scene was staged-

Boom! !

The unstoppable terrifying momentum burst out from the body of the Vice Admiral, turning into a bunch of purple-black air waves roaring up, dancing wildly around his body.

The purple-black flames, like real ones, were madly poured into the black demon sword through Darren's arm in the eyes of everyone who was frozen in shock.

As if they were miniature purple-black fire dragons, the violent armed color domineering aura filled them madly, spreading out a purgatory-like wind in all directions.

Moonlight Moria raised his only remaining arm to block the oncoming air wave, his face extremely pale.

This intensity of domineering throughput... completely exceeded his imagination!

It can be imagined that if Darren had released such an equivalent of domineering aura to attack himself just now, he would probably be able to kill himself with one blow!

Not to mention losing an arm, I'm afraid even the body will not be left!

The expression of the flying squirrel was also extremely shocked.

Looking at the weird scene of Darren's domineering aura shrinking and expanding rapidly as he was constantly devoured by Yan Mo, he swallowed his saliva nervously.

The scene in front of him was completely occupied by the purple-black domineering waves, and Yan Mo seemed to have no end in swallowing up the domineering. As the domineering infused more and more, the black and strange blade actually trembled slightly.

It seemed to be emitting a joyful hum.

"I haven't fed you for a long time, right?"

As Yan Mo's master, Darren naturally felt Yan Mo's throbbing at the moment, and murmured with a smile.

Yan Mo is different from other famous swords. This is an out-and-out demon sword.

The name of the demon sword must hurt itself before hurting the enemy.

Domineering is the nourishment of Yan Mo.

If you are not strong enough, you are not qualified to wield this sword.

If you use it forcibly, the final outcome will only be that Yan Mo drains the domineering in your body alive and dies.

"In addition, Yan Mo himself has eaten the Momo fruit of the former "World Destroyer" Bondy Waldo. At the moment of driving, it can double the size and speed on the original basis."

Darren raised his head and looked at Mihawk.

With the infusion of domineering aura, Yan Mo gradually showed some incredible changes at this time.

A touch of strange purple-black flames swirled and burned on the blade, as if the flame pattern imprinted on the blade was completely activated, bursting out a cold and suffocating breath.

The whole island was gradually shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere at this moment, making everyone feel cold and numb.

"Ghostly energy!"

Mihawk's pupils shrank.

This is the power that only the strong who follow the "Shura" path can master. He had seen it in an ancient book. He didn't expect that this demon sword was born with ghost energy!

Demonic sword from hell!

Chop up the flames of purgatory!

"Mihawk, don't die easily."

Seeing Yan Mo ignite the fire of hell, Darren exhaled a long breath and let go of his hand.

Yan Mo trembled violently, and the tip of the knife turned spontaneously...

Locked on the swordsman boy a hundred meters away!

The moment he was locked by Yama's aura, Mihawk's back was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat.

He felt as if he was being stared at by a beast released from hell, and an unprecedented sense of threat enveloped him.

Unable to get rid of it!

But his eyes were brighter and hotter than ever before.

He held the long sword tightly with both hands and raised it high above his head.

His falcon-like pupils were completely focused on the tip of Yama's sword.

"Come on."

He murmured.

The next moment——

The two of them acted at the same time!

"Shoot him, Yama!"

Boom! !

The roaring magnetic field rose to the extreme in an instant, pushing Yama, who had been accumulating power for a long time, into a shrill black light, shooting out silently!

It seemed as if an illusory black line flashed in the void.

The earth was split in two,

The ruins of the building were cut in half,

The collapsed fort was shattered,

Even the air was clearly torn into a vague crack...

Everything,

The skyThe sky, the earth, and the ocean were all split in half in an instant!

At the same time,

Mihawk suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the moment he took a step forward, he gritted his teeth and roared, holding the knife with both hands and slashed down fiercely!

Swish!!

A huge dark green sword light, like a falcon breaking through the sky, screamed wantonly!

It crashed into the black light that came in an instant!

Boom!!

The next moment,

Under the shocked eyes of the flying squirrel, under the horrified and distorted expression of Moonlight Moria, a shocking roar suddenly exploded!!

The overwhelming air waves spun out crazily, sweeping across the entire island.

The dazzling white light gradually deprived everyone of vision...

...

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like an extremely long century, and it seemed like only a few short seconds, before people’s vision slowly recovered.

Countless navy soldiers climbed out of bunkers and pits, their faces filled with fear of surviving a disaster.

Flying Squirrel and Moria waved their hands to drive away the dust in front of them, their eyes fixed on the center of the thick smoke.

There, a thin figure loomed in the flying dust.

"Did you block it?"

Flying Squirrel pursed his lips, his expression complicated.

Things had developed to this point, and he couldn't bear to see that kid being killed by Darren.

A brilliant future swordsman... and his desire for victory and extraordinary spirit, in time, this boy named Mihawk will definitely leave a legendary name in this world.

——Aim for the world's number one throne!

A black light suddenly flew back from the dust and hovered behind Darren.

He looked at the figure emerging from the smoke calmly, and said lightly:

"Congratulations, you blocked my third sword."

The dust finally cleared completely.

Mihawk's state was presented to everyone.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

The boy holding the knife in both hands stood there, his body covered with blood and dirt, like a bloody man.

His hands were already torn, bloody and dripping.

He stood there motionless.

His eyes stared at the "Night" in his hand.

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