Pirate: Master Of Hueco Mundo

"No, there is nothing we can do," Mihawk thought desperately, facing the four blades that were cut from the top of his head with a ferocious light, "There is no way to find a breakthrough whether it is targeting his body or targeting his weapons. It's naive to think of him as a four-sword swordsman...he's an out-and-out monster..."

Bang!

Mihawk had no choice but to raise the black knife again to block the four sickles that fell from the top of his head.

"Block this blow first, and then..."

puff!

Two huge pillars of blood sprayed up high. Mihawk opened his eyes wide and looked down at his chest [two deep wounds drew a bloody cross on his chest.

"Didn't I already..... blocked "Eight Six Seven"...his four sickles... woo..."

"Hahahaha," Nnoitra laughed maniacally, "I said, I will chop you to pieces! Use my... six sickles!"

Only then did Mihawk see that on both sides of Nnoitra's ribs, two hands wrapped in white exoskeletons had grown out of nowhere, and each arm also held a huge sickle.

"Okay, I'm tired of playing." Nnoitra showed a bored expression, "I thought you had some new tricks worth looking forward to, so I went to play with you. I didn't expect that there were some things that disappointed me. It's a little trick. Stop here, human, stay there and stay still, let me chop off your head and take your eyes away.

Mihawk held a black knife and knelt on the ground, with a sweet throat, and sprayed it out.

"Oops... the knife wound on the chest, cut to the lungs... I came to East Blue to pick up the kid named Luffy at the request of the redhead, but it seems that I am I underestimated these monsters too much. Am I going to die here... I don’t know if that kid Luffy was chased by another guy..."

Nnoitra walked towards Mihawk step by step, playing with the scythe with six arms, circling leisurely in the air.

"I can't... I don't even have a chance to escape... Now that's the case..."

Mihawk staggered to his feet again, and he raised the tip of his knife, aiming at Nnoitra. The posture is the same as before, but the body is already crumbling.

Haki spun around his body, and the black knife glowed green again.

"Stop struggling, human. I have no more expectations for you, just stand there and wait for death." Nnoitra continued to press forward.

"Swordsmen don't wait to die."

boom!

Huge dust kicked up under Mihawk's feet, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at Nnoitra's side.

Bang!

The black knife slashed towards Nnoitra and hit the handle of the sickle. Although the slash was blocked, there were depressions and cracks on the ground.

Nnoitra slashed at Mihawk sideways with the sickle on his other arm, but when his sickle swung out, Mihawk was already behind him. The black knife drew a green light and hit Nnoitra's back.

Nnoitra swung his scythe and twirled, creating a storm of scythes.

"Even if I stand and let you cut, your sword can't cut through my steel.

Mihawk's movements did not stop because of Nnoitra's words. He kept using "shave" and kept moving at a high speed, slashing at Nnoitra from all angles.

Blood spilled all over the ground, and the knife wound on Mihawk's chest was torn apart by his footwork of constantly stomping on the ground, but he continued to attack at a high frequency as if he didn't feel pain.

There are no gorgeous moves, no complicated routines. There are only Haki gushing out of the body, and the knife energy flowing on the blade.

bang bang bang!

The black knife kept slashing at Nnoitra. Some were blocked by the sickle grid, and some had no effect on the steel skin of the machete. Nevertheless, Mick continued to attack.

The blade hit Nnoitra like a storm. At this time, Mihawk's mind was blank. He no longer considered sword skills and tactics, no longer considered whether the attack would work, or even *50...

All he did was slash at the enemy with the black knife in his hand, fighting purely like an ordinary swordsman. Perhaps, Mihawk just wanted to die like an ordinary swordsman.

"Is this the last struggle of human beings in the face of death?" Nnoitra looked unhappy, "Although I have a greater awareness than before, it is still in vain!"

Boom!

Nnoitra kicked Mihawk in the chest, and Mihawk flew out. The moment he landed, two sickles pierced his hands and nailed him to the ground.

"Even if you want to fight to the death, your body has become too slow."

Nnoitra walked up to Mihawk, raised his scythe high, and aimed it at his neck.

"Stop pissing me off with futile defiance, and die, human."

"Is this the end..."

Facing the gleaming scythe, Tsehawk closed his eyes.

"Finger Pistol!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, a door suddenly opened in the air out of thin air. A figure leans out of the door and fires three Finger Pistol rounds.

Nnoitra was thrown into disarray by the sudden situation, Finger Pistol hit him on the 4.7 scythe he held high, and he himself jumped back like a conditioned reflex to open the distance.

The other two Finger Pistol shots hit the two scythes pinning Mihawk's hands.

The figure that emerged from the air door quickly picked up Mihawk and dragged him into the door.

All this happened in an instant, and when Nnoitra came to his senses, the door had disappeared in the air.

"When was it there? It escaped my probing nerves... Is it a space transfer?"

Nnoitra was surprised at first, and then disdain was written on his face.

"People in this world really know how to play tricks. But it's okay, I'm not a Devil Fruit user anyway, that level of garbage, it doesn't matter to me whether I live or die.