Pirate's Gas Fruit

Phew! Boom!

The high wall on one side exploded and shattered into a big hole. Maude arrived in the huge courtyard faster than the rubble. The black-haired boy behind him was stunned when he saw this, holding a bamboo sword, and said in surprise and admiration, <

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"It's so awesome, you deserve to be a sword master!"

After a crackling sound, the Demonic Wind Sword Dojo was originally a place for killing people and selling goods. There were many swordsmen, not to mention maids and servants. A burst of screams and shouts of a thief were quickly heard.

On one side of the lawn, a dozen men holding sticks flew up and fell to the ground. Maud, holding a three-foot iron rod, took an interesting look at the huge attic next to the small lake behind.

"This strong smell of blood is really tragic. This evil breath is emitted from such a distance. Evil, it is so evil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, from the room of a tall building on one side, an old man in his sixties walked out. He was holding a knife in his hand and his eyes were full of kindness. He was followed by a group of retainers. When he saw Maud in front of him, he looked around and shouted,
"Who are you? I have lived in seclusion for twenty years, and I have never seen anyone break into my house with such disregard!"

Maud looked at the old man standing above the wooden floor. His murderous aura was as sharp as a sword. He didn't know how many people he had killed to develop this, and it seemed to have reached the point where he had returned to his true nature. No matter how well you hide something like murderous aura, you can't pretend it.

No matter how kind you are, you can't hide it.

Maude didn't know who the old guy in front of her was, so she smiled pointedly,

"My name is Wuming, the Sword Master, and there is evil in your home. It's so filthy!"

"Sword Master, you don't know how to live or die. After the Sword God Ryoma, no one in Wano Country dares to call God or Saint. Who do you think you are? If you want to be called Saint, you have to go through this!" The sixty-year-old old man is indeed an old-fashioned man.

When the old guy heard this, he was filled with anger and unwillingness.

Even Kozuki Oden and the powerful Hana no Leopard Goro twenty years ago, such powerful swordsmen have never been called gods or saints, not to mention the guy who doesn't even dare to show his face.

He held the handle of the knife and gently pulled it out, and a rich blood light emerged, as if the color of Shura. As soon as Fang appeared, he revealed a murderous cold light and ruthlessness. At this time, behind Maud was a large group of swordsman uniforms.

The swordsmen rushed over under the leadership of the owner.

When he saw the old man confronting Maud, the middle-aged owner behind saw Maud's back and said angrily,

"Father, who are you? You actually dare to write the word "Sword Master" on your back, take off your clothes and commit seppuku to apologize to all the samurai of Wano!"

Maude ignored the crowd of guys behind him and looked up to the sky with a big smile.

"Hahahaha, it's really interesting. Just now, a bunch of fat guys wanted to strip off their clothes in the street. You want me to commit hara-kiri to apologize. Your Demonic Wind Sword Dojo is really full of evil and evil!"

Phew!

In an instant, the kind-hearted old museum owner quickly flashed his bloody sword in his hand, filled with golden red cherry blossoms, and the killing sword like Shura in the sea of ​​​​blood came in an instant; everyone only saw the bloody sword disappearing in a flash.

Light, suddenly stunned with fear.

There was a loud bang, and the chest of the sixty-year-old old man holding the blood knife Liuying sank, and blood spit out from his mouth like a cannonball, and he flew upside down and fell into the building.

The original beautiful and antique wooden building had more than half of its doors and walls collapsed. A white-haired old man vomited blood in his mouth. He looked frightened and shocked but could not speak. He asked himself that his strength was not as good as the original Kozuki Oden and Hana.

Leopard Goro.

But there was a chance of winning against Kuang Shilang, the underworld boss of the current flower capital, but he didn't expect to be defeated by a guy with an unpredictable origin.

Mod was also a little surprised. This old guy actually knew how to shed cherry blossoms, and he had practiced Armed Color Haki for many years and had reached the preliminary level of advanced Armed Color Haki. Although he had strength, he subconsciously defeated hundreds of people with one stick and the realm of heavy swords.

Defeated the opponent by chance.

"If I had known, I would have played more. It's rare to meet a stronger guy!" Mod said silently in his heart while holding the three-foot iron rod.

When a group of people from the sword dojo behind him saw this, they were shocked. They didn't expect that the reclusive old master, who had always been known to be extremely powerful, was actually knocked away and defeated. They were so frightened that their disciples and disciples were unable to react.

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But the middle-aged owner was so anxious that although he was shocked, he drew a knife and stabbed him in the back angrily, shouting,

"Father, you actually dare to hurt my relatives and kick out the Magic Wind Sword Dojo. I will never forgive you. Let's kill him together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people behind him came shouting and drinking. The unique culture of Wano Country determines that teachers and students have a sense of loyalty similar to that between a monarch and his subjects. The owner of the hall is the monarch, and the kendo students are the ministers. Although there are no mandatory orders, there are rules.

We have an obligation to fight.

There was a clang, and there was a crisp sound of sticks and swords clashing from behind. Maud stood back, holding a stick behind him to block the sword, and said softly,

"Your sword is too shallow, but your murderous intent is enough. Killing people and practicing sword practice is an evil way after all. Your Taoism deserves this calamity!"

"Are you kidding me? In this world where the weak fights against the strong, only the strong will survive to the end in the duel between warriors!" The middle-aged master pressed the sword hard but could not make any progress. Hearing this in shock, he knew that the master in front of him was doing it for

Make trouble for the dead, tough words.

Touch!

With a twist of his body, the master of the hall who wanted to attack secretly flew up behind him. Maud held the stick and looked at the swordsmen of forty or fifty people. Although they were all clean and solemn, they felt indescribable disgust.

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Maude looked at the middle-aged master and these swordsmen and said softly, "I'm here to teach you what a sword is!"

Mod held a three-foot iron rod and swung the stick with invisible sword energy wrapped around it. The stick turned into a sword and the sword energy became a blade. The powerful sword energy and momentum shocked everyone in the sword dojo.

The sword was swung down, and a huge white light sword energy was pushed from the sword stick, covering everyone. Forty or fifty people, including the middle-aged hall master, were enveloped in the bone-piercing sword energy. Their hearts were shocked and their whole bodies were in severe pain.

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The servants and maids on the side saw a huge sword energy of more than ten meters outside. It enveloped the swordsman and rushed past without a trace.

The bodies of more than fifty people were covered with fine sword marks, and blood was flowing out. In the blink of an eye, they were all covered in blood and had no time to scream. They all stared blankly at the white-haired swordsman wearing a wooden mask standing in front of them, full of shock and admiration.

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Boom!

There were fallen figures in front of him. Behind Maud, the old master who barely sat up saw this scene and his mouth opened wide. He couldn't understand what kind of kendo realm this was. It was really too powerful and shocking.

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Maud raised the three-foot iron rod in his hand and whispered, "This is the sword!"

Faced with this unattainable power and swordsmanship, the old master at the back knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, in the name of the Sword Master, the whole Magic Wind Sword Dojo worships you. I am willing not to learn the way of killing people and practicing swordsmanship, and to release all those who have captured you."

I hope the Sword Master will forgive me for catching those who hurt me!"

"Well, let him go now!"

"Yes!"

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More than ten minutes later, at the gap in the damaged wall on one side, dozens of scarred civilians, including men and women, old and young, were sent out by the servants of the sword dojo. The old owner looked at a burst of pointing fingers from the civilians.

It feels like I have aged more than ten years.

After all, if you do all the bad things and are not discovered or punished, it doesn't matter, but if you are exposed in such an open and aboveboard way, your reputation will be completely ruined.

Just when the nearby civilians who knew the news came to greet the long-missing guy, the black-haired boy from before happily held the bamboo sword and looked at this scene. Seeing that the Magic Wind Sword Dojo was being repaired, he snorted happily.

But when I turned around and looked again, I saw Maude missing. I turned around and saw Maude on a vacated street. I was stopped by a huge sumo wrestler about five or six meters tall. There was a large group of people behind him.

Thugs and sumo wrestler helpers.