Whitebeard Beg Me to Come Out At The Start

"Nothing is impossible!

Eagle at the bottom of the well, open your eyes and see how big this world is! "

Luo Feng snapped his fingers!

A surging force like the shocking tsunami of New World swept through Black Blade·Night, and then passed to Dracule Mihawk's body.

With a bang, Dracule Mihawk had already flew upside down with a knife and knocked down the entire house behind it!

"Hawkeye!"

Frightened and turned pale, Perona, who didn't even dare to speak, couldn't help but let out an exclamation when she saw this scene.

This is my long-term invoice!

What should I do if I am hacked to death?

In a dangerous place like New World, it is hard to find a stable long-term meal ticket like Dracule Mihawk!

Even if there is, I guess she can't be like her now, Tenten whoring for nothing!

"The world can't be that far away!"

Just as Perona hesitated to go there, a figure rushed out of the ruins of the collapsed house.

Amazingly Dracule Mihawk.

At this time, he was carrying an extremely violent aura!

He is definitely different from the one who has almost no mood swings in normal days!

It is conceivable that his mind has been subjected to such a huge psychological impact just now.

This was even more shocking than Roronoa Zoro, who was played between applause with a knife.

After all, Roronoa Zoro had never stepped out of East Blue at the time. He was a veritable frog at the bottom of the well!

And he?

At this time, he was already the world's number one, no, he was the world's second-largest swordsman.

With such earth-shattering swordsmanship, when he fought Luo Feng, he couldn't hold a finger.

"It's a pity!

The world is so far away! "

When he felt the momentum on Dracule Mihawk that made ghosts and gods retreat, Luo Feng's expression did not fluctuate at all.

"I didn't wield my sword just to be teased by a finger of yours!"

Dracule Mihawk did not speak, his eagle eyes were cold and violent.

Putting the Buddha is an eagle that has been completely touched and has become bloodthirsty and crazy!

I saw him holding a knife in both hands and slashing forward!

It seems flat A, but in fact it is a big move.

The green slash was entwined on Black Blade·Ye, and it hadn't been released yet, but the terrifying sword force had already swept the entire island.

Either Margau or Perona, they felt that the world in front of them was attacked by Dracule Mihawk's black sword and night slash.

The world in my eyes has lost almost all its color!

Only a piece of green light that obscures the sky and sun is left!

Boom

When Dracule Mihawk reached the Ultimate sword power, he moved!

I saw him holding a black knife in both hands, and night slashed forward!

A huge roar sounded in vain, and what followed was that the green world invaded by the slash was shattered like a mirror.

In the next second, a slash that covered the sky and the sun had crossed the void, splitting the ground in front of him into common ones, and then slammed straight on Luo Feng's body.

"You are not a fledgling swordsman anymore!

The fight just now should be enough to make you recognize reality!

The gap between you and me is insurmountable!

No matter what you are carrying, what do you long for at the end of strength?

There will be no change in the result! "

While talking, Luo Feng stretched out a finger and swiped it lightly.

Putting his finger on the Buddha is the blade of an invincible sword!

Even though it was just a light stroke, it had already made Dracule Mihawk's seemingly flat A, but in fact it was a big move, torn to pieces.

"There are only two results to challenge the world's number one!

Either smash your sword and sit on the real world number one throne!

Either die under your sword and become one of the bones under the throne of the world's number one!

But... I'm not reconciled!

No matter the former or the latter, I can't do it!

Not to mention touching the hopeless throne, even let you sit on the throne, get up, come down, draw your sword... I can't do it! "

Dracule Mihawk stared at Luo Feng, both unwilling and stubborn in his eyes.

To die under the world's first sword, he can accept it!

But the problem is that the world's No. 1 did not draw his sword from beginning to end!

Let Luo Feng draw the sword, is already his last persistence, and also his biggest obsession!

As for winning!

He was not a third-rate swordsman who was stupid and ignorant that he could not even recognize the reality.

At this time, he continued to swing his sword. In addition to wanting to see the pinnacle of swordsmanship above him, he just wanted to maintain his final dignity as a swordsman!

"Then you decide?"

Luo Feng stared at Dracule Mihawk's eagle eyes.

"Betting on everything about me, including my life, will force you to draw your sword!"

Dracule Mihawk's eyes burst with determination.

His Black Knife·Night burst out with black streamers circling like a black dragon.

"Night flash!"

With a cold and persistent voice roaring from Dracule Mihawk’s mouth, he has merged with the black knife and night in his hand, turning into a green light that can penetrate the sky, and it bursts in an instant. In front of Luo Feng. *

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