Pirate: Master Of Hueco Mundo

"Dracule Mihawk?" Dessler rolled his only eyeball, "A name I've never heard of. You're not on the list of Demon fruit power.

Mihawk didn't answer, but raised his hand and put the big black sword back behind his back.

Behind Mihawk, Luffy's figure ran further and further away. He was not afraid of the Arrancar in front of him, even though he didn't even know what Arrancar was. Only he saw Mihawk's eyes, the veritable Hawkeyes.

He had seen similar eyes once, when Luffy was little. When Shanks lost his arm trying to save him from the Sea Kings, Shanks looked at the Sea Kings eyes.

Although I don't know who this man with the big black sword is, his eyes are much sharper than Shanks's, as if he wants to see through a person's body. But that feeling, the familiar feeling, the coexistence of a sense of oppression and a sense of security, made Luffy clearly realize that running away is the most correct choice.

Of course, at this time Luffy didn't know what thunder is.

Seeing Luffy run away, Daisler had no time to take care of this man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Get out of here."

After speaking, he immediately chased after Luffy.

Mihawk ignored him, but unhurriedly took off the cross on his chest. He gently pulled off one end of the cross, revealing a small blade. In his hand, the cross became a small toy sword.

Dessler can't control his small movements, he only has Luffy running farther and farther in his eyes. As he passed Mihawk, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw blood gurgling from his chest.

Dessler hurriedly turned around, pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist, jumped back sideways, and slashed towards Mihawk.

boom!

Mihawk lightly raised his hand, and easily blocked Arrancar's slash with that toy sword.

Not only that, but Mihawk didn't even wag a finger. But Dessler was ejected several meters because of the huge impact when the blades intersected.

"Ahem" [," Dessler was lying on the ground in disgrace, blood was still gushing from his chest, but it was not as serious as before.

"What's going on? Can you escape Arrancar's probing nerves and make such a move... What's so special about that sword? But the wound is not very deep..." Dai Sile felt embarrassed in his heart I believe, "Is it because his sword is too short? But it's strange, the hidden wound, according to my High-Speed ​​Regeneration ability, should have been healed, and there is no Reiatsu residual feeling on the wound, after all... . . . "

"Hey," Dessler stood up and called out to Mihawk, "what's so weird about your sword?"

"It's just a small toy bought in a souvenir shop." Mihawk said disdainfully.

"Impossible, such a blade, it is impossible to hurt me!"

"It's not the sword that hurts you, but my swordsmanship."

"Stop looking down on people! Bastard humans!"

Dessler was completely enraged, he gripped the Zanpakutō tightly and rushed towards Mihawk.

In the process of punching, he pressed the blade tightly to the palm of his hand, the spirit particles quickly gathered on the blade, and the blade also emitted bursts of cold light.

"Lie down!..."

boom!

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and on the land between Dessler and Mihawk, a huge dust was suddenly raised. Almost at the same instant, the two jumped a few steps backwards.

"Ahem," Dessler coughed in the dust, "Who?"

Mihawk was very shocked, not confused by the smoke in front of him, but looked up to the sky with his sharp eagle eyes.

In the air, a tall figure floated there. He has long black straight hair, and wears a white tight-fitting robe with an eye patch blindfolded like Dessler. A black gap is gradually shrinking, closing, and disappearing from behind him.

On the ground, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a huge double-moon-shaped sickle was deeply inserted into the ground.

"Lord Nnoitra!" Daisler noticed Nnoitra in the sky.

"Asshole! What are you still in a daze for? Go after me!" Nnoitra yelled at Daisyle.

"Yes Yes!"

When Daisler heard Neupera's order, he didn't dare to hesitate for half a second. He immediately stood up and rushed straight behind Mihawk. For Mihawk, the guy who irritated him to the extreme just now, he didn't seem to see it.

"The guy with the short memory."

As he spoke, Mihawk picked up his toy sword again, and was about to cut down on Dessler who was running towards him.

boom!

The blade collided with the blade.

"Fast!" Mihawk said in shock.

At some point, Nnoitra had dropped to the ground, picked up his exaggerated double-moon scythe, and met Mihawk's toy sword.

"Your opponent is me, human." Nnoitra narrowed his eyes, eyes full of excitement.

"drink!"

(Zhao Mo's) Nnoitra clenched the huge double-moon scythe in one hand, and stretched out the other hand, piercing Mihawk's chest.

boom!

There was another sound of swords clashing. When he came to his senses, the black blade was right on Nnoitra's chest.

"Humph."

Nnoitra stuck out his tongue and grinned, a golden ball of light quickly condensed on the tip of his tongue.

"Cero!"

hum!

The explosion separated the two again.

"Can you use that trick at such a short distance?" Mihawk held up the black knife, "The speed and power are different from the guy just now. Who are you?"

"Hahaha," Nnoitra laughed wildly, "5th Espada, Nnoitra. Nnoitra Gilga. Remember, this is the name of the person who is about to kill you."