I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Swish!

A cold light flashed on the blade, as clear as the cold moon, and it struck at Whitebeard's head with almost unparalleled power.

The space is distorted and has a soul-stirring beauty.

"Today's young people are really inferior to each other. Their strength is not very good, but their temper is really bad."

Whitebeard's expression did not change, but there was a hint of joking. He held the large naginata in his right hand, turned his body slightly, and faced him straight up.

As the strongest person in the world, Whitebeard has a calmness and calmness that is unimaginable to outsiders.

The vibration and domineering force extended from the arm to the blade, shattering the space.

boom! ! !

The two swords intersected, and the majestic domineering force crushed each other like divine power, setting off an endless hurricane. Black-red flames floated in the wind, forming a big black-and-red sun behind him.

The temperature is getting higher and higher, and the ice surface crackles under the baking, turning into steam and bits of crushed ice.

Whitebeard grinned.

"You're still far away. You kid from Judiciary Island, be serious and don't blink, otherwise you will really die!"

After the words fell, Whitebeard pressed down the big naginata in his hand, and it fell with a huge force. The blade made a crunching sound in the shock. Even though he was full of domineering power, he still felt overwhelmed.

Thin beads of cold sweat trickled down from his head.

The muscles on his body screamed in pain, and the vibrations continued from the blade's eyes to his armpits. With a bang, the exquisite suit on his arms was torn into pieces.

The Sith's pupils narrowed, he exerted force on his arms, and flew back quickly with the power of his white beard.

He couldn't stop him. With his current strength, he couldn't stop Whitebeard from getting serious.

Fight? Fighting for one's life?

In the face of absolute power, this is just a joke.

Judging from Sith's current strength, he doesn't think he is weaker than any Shichibukai. If he can take off one of Blackbeard's thighs, then he can also take off one of Doflamingo's arms. Even the world's No. 1 Even though he was a swordsman named Hawkeye, he didn't feel like he had no chance of winning.

But facing Whitebeard, he really couldn't see even a little hope of victory.

Whitebeard is so powerful that it's almost despairing.

If the gap between him and the generals is the Huashan Mountain in Xiyue, which is more than 2,000 meters above sea level, then the gap between him and Whitebeard is at least as big as the Kunlun Mountains. At a glance, it is almost impossible to see the edge.

There was nothing he could do but make a temporary retreat.

The body fell into the shadow, and the light of the sword almost brushed his body.

The cold wind took away a few long hairs from his forehead, and he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

He almost, really almost lost his appearance.

Beyond his body, the power of Whitebeard's sword remained undiminished, and with a crash, a huge ravine was drawn on the ice, like a mountain ravine.

"Hoohoo."

The huge pressure made him gasp for breath. Sith raised his head, his eyes full of fear.

Whoosh!

The moment he fell, a scarlet rain of roses appeared beside him.

It was an extremely fast dark blue shadow, holding two knives tightly in his hands, and the blades were heading straight towards his back.

"Wilson Sis, I've been waiting for you for a long time, go to hell!"

The two gorgeous Western swords were full of dark domination, and Bista grinned wildly.

There was madness in his eyes. He really wanted the life of the Sith. The scars left after cauterization crowded his face, and the original elegant mustache was completely gone.

Ferocious and resentful, there was only hatred between him and the man in front of him.

clang!

Sith rested his left hand on the ground, turned his body, and the three knives collided in mid-air.

Black-red eyes met Bista's.

"Bista, it's been a long time, sneak attack? This is not your foil style!"

"Ha." Bista chuckled and retorted to Sith: "This is indeed not my style, but it is your style. If you want to get rid of the devil, you should go to hell."

He exerted force on his arms, and the huge force pressed directly on Sith's knife. Sith's eyes narrowed slightly, and the ice at his feet instantly shattered under the pressure.

Sith sneered, the expression on his face did not change at all, and shadows flowed in his eyes.

"It seems that you still haven't learned your lesson. I told you, right? Bista, I have never been a swordsman. How dare you use the same method to deal with swordsmen against me? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

His eyes widened, and the darkness around him seemed to come alive, and a black and red sword pierced out from the cracks in the shadows.

"Shadow Attack!"

In an instant, with Sith as the center, a radius of nearly 100 meters was covered with huge and sharp stabbing swords, dripping with blood, and many pirates who had not rushed out of the vicinity were directly stabbed through.

He is like Grand Duke Tepes of Wallachia. Wherever he goes, there are stabbing swords everywhere he looks.

"If that's the case, then how can you disobey me? Bista!"

Bista's expression changed, his legs slightly bent, he stepped out of the air wave with domineering energy attached to it, and jumped out from the sword cluster.

"You guys are really hard to deal with."

The Sith tilted his head, and his body also appeared on top of the peak. Under his feet was the jungle of rain of swords. His smile was like hell grinning.

"To each other, when an elegant gentleman starts to lower his posture, no one knows where his bottom line is."

He clapped his hands, his face suddenly straightened, and then became extremely weird.

"So, welcome to Team Hell. In a few days, you will also be a qualified devil."

"Wilson Sith, what nonsense are you talking to me here? Do you think I will be like you?" Bista was furious, holding knives in both hands, and attacked Sith again.

"Ouch, what's the matter? Are you angry because of embarrassment?"

Bang!

Sith's feet also made air waves on the ground, holding knives in both hands, and the blades drew densely in mid-air like a curtain of rain.

At a glance, ordinary people could see nothing except a little bit of cold light. Both of them were famous fast swordsmen.

Within ten steps, their swords are the fastest, but beyond ten steps, their swords are still the fastest.

……

Standing in the middle of the battlefield, Sakaski casually threw away a pirate rushing towards him, and cast his eyes in the direction of the Sith for a while.

"Sure enough, he is still too young and can't keep his composure at all. Is Whitebeard something he can handle now? He is really asking for trouble, but he is just right to deal with a Bista."

"Wilson Sith? Is that guy's ability the same as mine?" Moonlight Moria glanced at the black spear on the ground, frowned, and was in a very bad mood. No one wanted to share a spear with others. Ability.

Whitebeard held the naginata and leaned the handle against the ground again.

"Bista, I'll leave that boy to you. Can you do it alone?"