Pirate’s Brood Order

The wrist trembled, the big knife rolled the curtain, like a terrifying vortex in the dark night, the white light from the gun was instantly wiped out, and the black particles fell down. Yarlin lifted his toes lightly and stepped across the air, and the air under his feet exploded into cracks like a mirror. Like a shattered mirror, the sharp edge whirled and hit the raised fangs of the black knife.

Mihawk stared unblinkingly at the cheek that was close to him. He tilted his head slightly, and the big knife, which was as tall as a man, was as light as an embroidery needle. , which contrasted strangely with the cross pattern on the center of Yarlin's eyebrows, it was dark and deep.

The icy killing intent froze the air. Mihawk stepped on the black coffin, and his feet turned to drive the whole body to coordinate with the big sword to fall flat. A black light pierced out like lightning, and the windbreaker behind him seemed to follow his steps. The swaying dance, the round cloth is like a sharp knife wheel, straight to Yarlin's head.

"Snake bone stew!"

Yarlin's pupils shrank slightly, his white cloak was blown by the cold wind, and the center of his brows seemed to be sunken inwards, but there was a dangerous and strange look on his face, and his whole chest suddenly flattened like a piece of paper fluttering in the wind. The piece of paper swept back, but the skin on the neck suddenly turned black, and the whole person's head and face appeared black mist, as if changing from plump flesh and blood to a sketch of a human face drawn by a carbon pen.

The texture of the flesh and blood turned into fine "lines" clearly, elongated and stretched, the neck seemed to protrude from the neck cavity, and the black snake evaded the blade and went straight to Mihawk, grinning fiercely at the corner of his mouth. There was a scream of "neighing" in Kai's dark mouth, and the gushing black lines seemed to be biting frantically by snakes coming out of their holes.

Overlaid on the eagle's retina, the whole picture is full of horror and weird abstraction.

The black and white cloaks are tangent, and the black knife wheel cuts off the navy cloak, like the embers left by burning cut off the word "justice", and then cut it with the black knife to the paper-thin face of Yarlin. On the chest, it didn't cut a piece of paper, on the contrary, the violent friction made a teeth-piercing sound, just like rubbing nails on a blackboard, and sparks burst out from the chest, back, and back at the same time.

"Have you applied the Sixth Form of the Navy to such an extent? It's as thin as a piece of paper, as hard as steel!" Mihawk raised his eyebrows lightly, and the black knife that slashed across Yarlin's chest took advantage of the situation and cut across half an arc, cutting horizontally. From behind, it looks like a swooping eagle wing chasing the neighing snake in front.

The blade turns and even the sound is annihilated. Just when the snakes are about to stick to Mihawk's cheeks, the black light sticks to the face, and countless "black snakes" are broken in response to the light. The black ash seemed to flow over Mihawk's cheeks and landed on both sides of the collar.

Without the slightest pause, the big knife in Mihawk's hand turned vertically at 90 degrees and made a "buzzing" tremor, and the clouds and mist in the sky split apart silently into two parts, revealing a straight line.

Yarlin's stretched head retracted, he shook his neck and made a crunching sound, his whole body moved a little, and he raised the distance with Mihawk in a few steps, while his right foot kicked into the air like an iron whip , In an instant, nine parallel vacuum gaps were seen splitting open as if the air collapsed.

The knife energy of the black knife slashing collided with the vacuum that smashed everything, and then there was no sound annihilation, as if all the sounds were cut and smashed by blocking the road, and the black and white energy slowly disappeared. At this moment, the surrounding air suddenly A circle of spreading waves rippled, and the broken clouds in the sky shattered into countless fragments, and the rain fell only within a radius.

Mihawk stared coldly at Yarlin who was stepping on the ground as if he was walking on the ground. At the same time, the blade stabbed at the back, and the lens that was solidified in the rain was pierced and shattered, and the black shadow of the human figure that had not yet solidified inside dissipated.

A figure on the merchant ship behind made a muffled grunt, and hot blood flowed down along the deep bone wound on the arm. The knife edge went straight from the wrist to the entire arm, and the flesh was split to the sides as smooth as a mirror.

"Accelerate healing!"

A man dressed in navy came out of the cabin again, with dark silver hair hanging down to his heels like a lion's mane. He stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly, and the man's wound grew and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roll quickly heals into a fresh, red, tender scar.

Mihawk glanced at Yarlin and noticed the unremarkable merchant ship, and his sharp eyes glanced back at the shadow of the hatch.

What seemed like an instant fight was actually extremely dangerous. If you were not careful, you might have added a broken corpse to the sea surface, but the two of them didn't seem to notice it. There was a dead silence, the insidiousness collided with the sharp killing intent.

Yarlin narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped back half a step suddenly, frowned with eagle eyes, and sure enough, he heard Yarlin suddenly let out a strange laugh: "Oh, the black cross sword and the coffin boat, what is this? Could it be Chora Kormihawk, one of the Shichibukai under the king? It’s really rude of me to recognize it.”

Mihawk has a taciturn personality. He silently stared at Yarlin's hypocritical smile as if he had changed his face. He didn't answer, but he already understood what Yarlin meant in his heart. The blood on the tip of the knife was shaken off, and then inserted back into the scabbard of the cross.

"But it's not entirely my fault. Who would have expected that the King's Qiwuhai would appear at the entrance of the East China Sea in a corner? I thought it was someone pretending to be, hahaha." Yaerlin untied the cut behind him as he spoke. Putting the cloak in his hand, he looked at it with a half-smile and said: "Even the long tail of justice has been cut off, what a sharp black knife!"

Without saying a word, Mihawk stared coldly at Yarlin's shameless self-talking performance. The severed cloak slipped from Yarlin's palm and fell to the surface of the sea with a "click".

"It seems that there is another dangerous person in the navy." Mihawk thought to himself, he was not interested in continuing to watch Yarlin's performance, and he didn't like this kind of hidden dialogue. Exuding a cold and vicious breath like a poisonous snake, he stared at Yarlin meaningfully for two seconds, and then the black coffin boat backed away.

The smile on Yarlin's face faded, he kept watching the black coffin ship disappearing from sight, and then stood on the deck of the merchant ship again in a blink of an eye, and said quietly: "Your Majesty Shichibukai, what an annoying name! , Presumably Sakaski thinks so too, hehehe~"

Amidst the laughter, the figures on the deck went back to the bottom cabin, and the quiet merchant ship was drifting inconspicuously in the sea, heading towards the established destination...