Pirate’s Strongest Possession

The sudden words made Mihawk's eyes a touch of amazement. In this moment, the wide blade of the saber has come before his eyes.

"Stab!"

The black sword lifted quickly, stood in front of him, and collided with the blade of the slasher.

A spark was pulled out, huge power and kinetic energy burst out instantly, Mihawk dragged his feet on the ground, and couldn't help but retreat for a long way.

Arguson laughed, cut out a wreath with his saber knife, and stepped forward.

His whole person's offensive appeared magnificent, and the gale was driven by the wind when he walked, and it was like a fierce beast moving forward, which shocked people.

In a blink of an eye, Hei Dao met with Zhanlong Dao again, and the phone flashed between the touches. Every time the two of them fought, they brought a strong wind to all directions.

"Slashing Dragon Skill, Slashing Dragon Tail!"

The blue light flickered, and Arguson's momentum was like a rainbow, and his attacks burst out like a torrent of torrents, attacking Mihawk time and time again.

"Cut the keel!"

"Cut the dragon beard!"

The continuous offensive made Hawkeye only retreat quickly.

In only about ten seconds, he had retreated to the coast. Layers of waves hit the ground, splashing layers of mist.

When the next step was about to step into the sea, Mihawk stepped abruptly, and a sharp brilliance burst into his pupils.

"The storm also has its best time!"

"Behind the strong, sometimes the weakness is often exposed!"

With a turn of his black knife, a long black arc was drawn in the void. This knife cuts the night sky, leaving twisted air.

In the dark night, a ray of light was fleeting, and came to Argusson's neck in the blink of an eye.

The latter's laughter stopped abruptly, his face suddenly changed, and he raised his head and bends over, avoiding the blow by a fraction.

At the same time, his keen perception made him keep tapping his feet and quickly retreat towards the back.

"Your strength is exhausted, you can't lift it up in this tone."

"You are sure to lose!"

Hawkeye Mihawk's voice came calmly.

With his knees bent, he wielded a black knife again and again, driving the breeze in the air.

Arguson stepped back, and the black electricity in front of him flashed quickly, and every time he was only one centimetre away from him, his slashes continued.

The Dragon Slashing Sword in his hand couldn't turn back in time at this moment, still maintaining the posture of slashing Mihawk at the previous moment.

Hawkeye's attacking rhythm is quite tight, like in the next game of chess, every step of the way, and at this time, it is the moment of the close of the board.

As Agson retreated, his situation became more and more dangerous. It was like a duel in a high mountain, being forced to the edge of a cliff step by step, and was only a little bit shattered.

The black electricity is still winding forward wantonly, getting closer and closer to Argus every time.

Dense beads of sweat quickly appeared from Agson’s forehead. He tried to use the Dragon Slasher to block the blow several times, but every time he pinched the handle of the Dragon Slasher, the breath would be caught by the eagle eye. The next attack was scattered and could not be mentioned.

In this way, for dozens of seconds, Arguson stepped back three hundred meters, and a series of footprints appeared on the ground.

His breath has been messed up, and the fighting rhythm has been messed up.

In the distance, Luo Chen and the group of people watching the battle changed their expressions.

"Argsen's swordsmanship has definitely reached the realm of superb skills, but he seems to have shortcomings."

Jason said puzzledly.

He had a faint feeling. On the surface, Arguson and Hawkeye should be about the same level, but a little deeper, it's much worse.

It was the gap in the depths that gave Jason this weird feeling.

Luo Chen's eyes flickered, and he naturally knew where this feeling came from.

To be precise, Arguson was not himself, but a clone created by him after his death. Even if the strength is equally strong, there is still a gap between him and the strength of his life.

As he said to Hawkeye before, he is dead.

Ahead, the battle between the two continues.

At this time, it had completely become the suppression of the eagle eye. After Arguson stepped back fifty steps, he abruptly stopped his tendency to retreat, forcibly lifted a breath, and moved the Dragon Slashing Sword.

"Dragon Slashing Skill Upright, Dragon Slashing God!"

"Wow!"

His face was angry, he was gripped tightly in the Dragon Slashing Knife, and he swung it openly.

Faintly, within the blade of the Dragon Slashing Sword, there really seemed to be a dragon soul roaring. Behind Arguson, a cyan dragon that was hundreds of meters long and thick as a bucket was coiled up, roaring up to the sky, red eyes, and gazing ferociously at the eagle eyes.

Feeling the momentum of the knife, Mihawk also held the knife in both hands, with sharp eyes, suddenly jumped up, and attacked with the knife with both hands.

Suddenly, the giant dragon leaned forward and bit towards the front.

At the same time, Mihawk launched an attack.

"call!"

As if a light breeze was blowing, and the roar of a dragon was still mixed in between, the two quickly staggered past, and then stood with their backs to each other.

"Tick!"

There was a sound of water dripping to the ground, Mihawk slowly retracted the knife, inserted the long knife behind his back, and turned away.

Argusson suddenly trembled, and a large drop of blood fell on his body. The Dragon Sword slammed in front of him, turned around, and faced Hawkeye.

What caught the eagle's eyes was a deep bloodstain drawn by a long knife. From the chest to the abdomen, the bloody wounds were shocking.

This was only a short cut, and the entire knife would be cut open. Agson's blood quickly leaked out of the body, making the scalp numb.

"He, lost!"

Teren Su said regretfully.

"Haha, normal."

Luo Chen was not surprised.

"You lost, Agson!"

Hawkeye also said solemnly at this time.

"No, I'm not defeated, Hawkeye."

Agson laughed suddenly, his injuries were very serious, but at this moment, he could still laugh out loud.

Oh no. To be precise, it was Luo Chen who was walking slowly and laughing.

His hand began to reach the pitch-black long sword slanting behind his back, but his hand trembled.

The Seven Star Sword was as if it had received a call, and it buzzed into his palm automatically and was held by him.

"Your battle is wonderful, but it is not my full strength, nor is it my kendo."

"You are very strong, Mihawk, which aroused my desire to fight."

A few steps later, Luo Chen had already arrived in front of Mihawk.

At this time, Mihawk's pupils contracted.

He was shocked to discover that from just now, the words spoken by the two people in front of him were the same, even the time, frequency, and speed of the speech were the same.

It's as if it was sent by the same person!

"Yes?"

He did not directly ask the answer to this question, but held the black knife, his eyes fixed on Luo Chen sharply.

"Yin!"

The Seven-Star Sword, which was in the slightest different from any long sword in the Pirate World, leaped happily in Luo Chen's hand, trembling, and groaning.

In the next second, the whole body was pitch black, with a long sword carved with the Big Dipper, and the tip of the sword turned and pointed directly at Mihawk.

"Let's fight!"

"Hawkeye Mihawk!"

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