"Damn it! It's the power of the devil fruit!"

Doberman's face was livid, and he admitted that he had taken some risks just now.

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, Doberman stepped on his feet and rushed towards Moria again, and the knife in his hand suddenly cut vertically.

In an instant, the two fought again, slashing from the ground to the sky, and then falling to the ground, advancing and retreating.

"Bang bang clang clang!"

The blades collided with a series of piercing sounds, sparks flew, and the air waves rolled, like thunder.

Soon, as time passed, Doberman felt that the person in front of him was like a monster, with too much physical strength. Once again, the two of them put away their knives and retreated, Doberman thought so.

Not only in terms of physical strength, even the reserves of domineering are equally huge. Is this because of the advantage of size?

Sure enough, the pirates who can sail on the Grand Line for a while and come back can brag about it for a lifetime, and the guys who can dominate the New World are even more perverted!

Moriah's expression was somewhat fanatical. It turned out that fighting with the strong could greatly improve his strength!

During the battle, Moriah could clearly feel the tension of his nerves, which led to the process of all the power bursting out in an instant. At the same time, when fighting against the enemy, he could also find the shortcomings and achieve perfection.

This is something that ordinary training and hanging up can't do!

"This is just a warm-up exercise at the beginning. If you only have this level, then you are in danger! Jihehe!"

Moriah just wanted to simply compete with Doberman in swordsmanship, so that he could also hone his swordsmanship and take it to the next level.

Now Moriah feels that he has figured out the details, and even if he fights a few more moves, it will not make much sense.

In terms of swordsmanship, Doberman is professional, and Moriah was also professional before, but now Moriah is practicing both magic and martial arts. He is a swordsman and a mage at the same time!

"Arrogant!" Doberman didn't care about Moriah's words. He also had some understanding of Moriah's swordsmanship during this period.

Although he is also very strong, it is impossible to take him down in a short time.

The two men closed the distance again.

Facing Moria's figure, Doberman slashed down with his saber vertically, heading straight for the chest of the former.

However.

"Huh?"

Doberman was shocked, because Moria did not block the attack, and swung it in the same direction, but wanted to exchange injuries!

"One Sword Style·Wind Slash!"

"Dark Moon·Cross Palace!"

Both sides used their signature skills, and in an instant, two sword shadows passed each other!

Hit!

Both of them can use the observation Haki, and clearly sense that they hit each other.

At this moment, Doberman covered his injured waist, and a long-lost smile appeared on his calm face. He knew that Moria was hit in the chest!

But the imagined scene did not appear, and Moria was still standing there fine!

Moriah's teasing voice followed: "Just now I swung a slash, do you know why I said it was a cross?"

The words reached Doberman's ears, and he, who was still in the joy of victory just now, suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water was poured on him, and his face changed drastically.

"Could it be..."

Doberman's face showed a trace of horror, and the tearing pain on his back instantly swept his body. The next moment, the whole figure began to shake, and his eyes began to slowly turn white.

It was at this time that he understood the whole process of the matter.

I saw that Moriah's sword had turned into black liquid, and his lower body appeared on the shadow's body.

He actually exchanged with the shadow!

At the same time, the shadow also had a long sword like Moriah in his hand, which was stained with blood. The heavy blow on the back was caused by it.

Plop! !

In the blood spurting, Doberman could no longer hold the saber in his hand, and it slipped to the ground. At the same time, the whole person fell into a pool of blood with a plop.

It's over!

The smoke and dust raised by the previous battle between the two gradually disappeared.

"Did Major General Doberman win?"

The navy officers were all nervous, waiting for the result without blinking.

In the mud pit, a figure with blood on his body was standing there.

"That's Moonlight Moria!"

Looking at the tall figure, the navy officers determined his identity, and then they all showed horror.

"Major General Doberman... Could it be..."

Terror spread rapidly like a virus, and in an instant it appeared on most people.

"Very good, big guy, a little bit better than me!" Like a captured poultry, Hosman stayed in the net and watched the excitement, and did not forget to comment.

After watching the whole battle from beginning to end, Hosman admitted that she was not an opponent, but her verbal skills were not necessarily.

"Major General Doberman... can't lose... Moonlight Moria must have played some tricks!"

Some navy officers were stubborn, such as Doberman's adjutant, who locked his eyes on Moria at this moment, snatched a navy gun from his side, and aimed it.

Bang!

In an instant, the bullet instantly hit his temple, and then flew out from the other side of his head, carrying a mixture that was not blood.

On a building not far away, a white figure squatted on it, with a cane hanging on his shoulder, and a flintlock in his hand was still smoking!

"Don't interfere with our captain's fight. If you want to fight, I can be your opponent!" Lafitte's strange and magnetic voice sounded.

The navy didn't care about the life and death of the adjutant, and they all showed horror. When did this man appear here?

"I remember... He... seems to be the famous "devil patrolman" in the West Sea, and his name seems to be Buffett!" A navy explained.

Then he was gone.

Another gunshot, and his head exploded.

"I'm glad that you can remember my deeds, but you remembered my name wrong, I don't like it!" Lafitte reminded, "My name is Lafitte!"

After that, Lafitte no longer paid attention to them, but looked at the figure in the field, thinking.

What level will he reach in the future? Seven Warlords of the Sea? Four Emperors? Or Pirate King?

It's really exciting...

The battle here is over, and the horror three-masted sailing ship finally stopped not far away, and several figures jumped down from it.

Moriah covered his chest, feeling a burning pain. Although he immediately exchanged positions with the Shadow Mage, he was still injured by the sharp slash, but it was not too serious.

However, thinking about extracting Doberman's shadow to make a zombie, his mood suddenly improved.

After the battle, Moriah looked around and found the fur tribe bound by the capture net.

What's the matter with that wise, husky-like appearance?

Judging from the size, it is definitely not an ordinary person, oh no, not an ordinary fur tribe.

Who is she?

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