Pirate’s Brood Order

"Too old?"

Onogi's cheek muscles were twitching for two days, a huge nose protruded more and more, and the sweat dripping on both sides of the nose was probably angry.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Onoki stared at the disgusted Baloric who spat out his blood, gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is your rank among the apostles?"

Baloric swung his umbrella sword and licked his wet lips. His voice seemed to penetrate Onoki's head and echo directly in the opponent's consciousness. It was indescribably deep and gloomy: "Yarlin's men are not There are only apostles, and I am the prisoner Ballory Clakefield!"

Although there are only four prisoners left, the strength of each prisoner exceeds the eighth-level category, which can be called a terrifying combination.

"prisoner?!!"

Ohnoki and the others' expressions became more and more ugly. There was no information about the prisoner. He glanced at Jiraiya, and the latter's expression had already told him the answer.

The air fluctuated strangely, Terumi Mei's heart twitched violently, and the terror of impending death made her instinctively take a step back.

There was a line of blood on the chest, the ribs were cut sharply and neatly, and the slender crack was only an inch away from piercing the heart, and the blood splashed and pierced an invisible sword blade in front of him red.

"Someone!"

Terumi Mei's scalp immediately went numb, and hot water mist burst out from his body, corroding the surrounding air, and a figure slowly emerged from a circle of blurred ripples.

The pitch-black robe was revealed, underneath was a dark blue military uniform, with a flat hat on his head, and an unlit cigar in his mouth, looking at the slit on Terumi Meimei's chest with regretful eyes, A little disappointed that it didn't get a one-hit kill.

"Who are you?" Terumi Mei stared at the other party with lingering fear, eyes glaring, she was only one step away from death just now.

"Prisoner, Shileu!"

Gently wiped off the remaining blood stains and smell on the blade, Shiryu bit off the cigar in his mouth, and disappeared into the air in an instant, leaving only a cold and joking voice in the air: "The killing game continues , I am very curious that you can avoid my sword a few times!"

Terrifying killing intent filled the air, and Terumi Mei's heart contracted. She looked up at the giant ship floating in the sky. The so-called beheading plan was a joke, and they probably didn't even have the qualifications to walk in front of Yarlin alive.

Kirigakure was under the former blood mist policy. Terumi Mei was naturally very familiar with the "silent killing technique" and various assassination methods, but there had never been a method like this weird prisoner who hid his whole body in the air There is no trace of it at all.

Nerves immediately tensed to the extreme, and the scorching air waves bulging all over his body rolled and extended, trying to catch the trace of Shileu's movement.

If it is a ninja, he can still perceive the fluctuations of Chakra. Unfortunately, these weird enemies, whether they are apostles or prisoners, basically have no Chakra breath, and even the breath exuded by living people is extremely weak .

Here, Terumi Mei stood in place tremblingly, the terrifying killing intent locked her, making her dare not act rashly at all, before the transparent blade appeared, there was another terrifying sound of crashing into the air.

Like a heavy steel falling down, a huge crater exploded on the ground, and then a man with jet-black gills on his cheeks, cold-blooded shark-like pupils, and two fangs in his mouth jumped out brazenly, holding the terrible With terrifying power, his palms formed a dazzling phantom and slashed at Zilaiye.

The wind in his palm was like a knife, and it was unrivaled. Even if it was far away, the air was split and exploded, and sharp cuts appeared on the ground alternately, presenting a shape of a triangular awl and hitting Zilaiye.

"What a terrifying physical technique!"

Jilai also felt that the air in front of him was cracking, and each of the countless continuous palm knives was not an illusion, but a layer-by-layer superposition that was so fast that the afterimages were frozen in the air, but the power did not disperse. It was like a huge wave rushing towards the tide.

Immortal Mode Flame Bomb!

Standing still on his feet, he quickly made a seal with his hands, opened his mouth and spit out a scorching fire dragon, shooting straight towards the past, and then heard a continuous and terrifying sound.

The jetting fire dragon trembled violently, and all the palm knives turned black like steel. With the continuous slashing of the hand knives, the burning flame and the air were extinguished abruptly, and the head of the roaring fire dragon was smashed into pieces. The hideous, knotted body of the fire dragon shattered into countless pieces, and the flames were crushed by the blowing wind before they hit the ground.

The clothes were squeezed inward and sagged tightly against the skin. The wind of the fist hit the face like a knife cutting the skin, and countless bloody gashes burst out all over the body. Then suddenly shot backwards and flew out.

He fell heavily on the ground, and Zilai also seemed to be falling apart, with bloody gashes all over his body, a large mouthful of blood was splashed out of his mouth, he struggled to get up from the ground, staring at the bloodshot eyes as he walked slowly. murlocs.

Prisoner, Jinbe!

He was very reticent, he didn't even bother to give out his name, his footsteps seemed slow, but he appeared next to Jiraiya after only a few steps, his wide and thick soles stomped down on Jiraiya's head mercilessly.

Boom!

The ground shattered, leaving a terrifying footprint, Zi Lai also dodged in embarrassment, swallowed back the blood in his mouth, and countless silver hairs on his back burst out violently.

Jinbe stood still, because a mass of black flames floated out of nowhere in the void, burning the shot silver needles into ashes, and a black robe stood between the two of them.

"Jiraiya, don't you see the situation clearly? You have no hope, even the slightest!"

With a hoarse voice, an evil and stern face was revealed under the opened black robe, the scarlet kaleidoscope Sharingan was spinning faintly, and Orochimaru held the Kusanagi sword in his hand and said in a narrow tone: "If you insist on going to die , then let me get to know you with my own hands!"

At the same time!

Tsunade stood behind Jiraiya, the blood-stained Hokage robe was dragged heavily across the ground, chakra surged all over her body like a terrifying tailed beast, her fists were clenched and creaked, and the cold sound Said: "Jiraiya, the unification of the ninja world is an irreversible destiny, join us, this is your only choice!"

Jiraiya got up, he looked at the two unfamiliar but familiar faces, his whole chest was about to explode with grief and despair, he looked up at the battleship covering the sky, on the deck stood a black iron throne, Yarlin sat there with a golden sword, like a god who is patrolling and overlooking the world!

The only god!