I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

, I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

As a prodigal on the sea, there are high tides and low tides, but for him, his high tide has long passed, and even the last bit of tide and waves will recede.

No one can be the strongest all the time, even if he is Whitebeard, he is just an ordinary old man now.

But as long as the future can be entrusted to a young life, there is no need to hesitate even if it takes his old life.

Looking around, Whitebeard looked like a heroic emperor. He jumped off the deck without any hesitation.

When he chooses to release himself, even the world should tremble.

"Everyone is at your position, the strongest man in the world is about to take action!"

Buddha of the Warring States Period looked up to the sky and roared, which seemed to be the prelude to the final battle.

"Follow Dad."

"Open the way for daddy."

"Scuyard fell for the Navy and stabbed his dad. This is so heartbreaking and the Navy will never forgive him."

Countless pirates came one after another, and their momentum was unprecedentedly strong.

On the deck of the Moby Dick, Scuyard fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands. He looked like he was going crazy, with death in his heart. Tears and snot kept flowing from his face.

"What on earth am I doing? I'm sorry, dad, I'm sorry, Ace, damn it, I actually doubted my most beloved dad."

Marco stood next to him with a grim look on his face.

"Crying, can you take revenge?"

He said something pointedly, and then followed Whitebeard towards the battlefield.

……

In the square, the war became more and more intense. Even the usually arrogant giant Lieutenant General could not survive for a moment in front of Whitebeard. The entire island and sea were tilted in front of Whitebeard's powerful power. He alone seemed to have the power to destroy the world. .

"What a ridiculously powerful old guy."

Sis picked up a brown-black cigar candy with a solemn look on his face, tilted his head and looked at the navy aside.

"How's it going? Isn't the surrounding wall prepared in advance still unable to be activated?"

There was still a strange clicking sound under the ice, and a dark and shiny trace could be vaguely seen, but the wall refused to rise.

The navy man next to him was of a high rank. He seemed to be a lieutenant colonel. He was equipped with a phone bug. He raised his head and glanced at the Sith sideways and saluted.

He didn't know the true level of Sith, but the sudden attack just now really shocked him, and then he answered respectfully:

"The ice layer is too thick and it will take a little time to activate the surrounding wall. The technical department is trying to find ways to adjust it."

"It still needs adjustment!"

The Sith frowned. They naturally wanted to adjust, but Whitebeard obviously didn't want to give them too much time. He kept waving the large naginata in his hand, and each blow could take away a lot of life.

He raised his head slightly. The three generals were still standing on the high execution platform, showing no signs of wanting to take action.

He sighed helplessly, what should I do? What else can be done? Could he still watch Whitebeard rush to the execution platform? Even the giant lieutenant general dared to take action. Could it be that he still didn't dare to take action?

On the battlefield, people are always in control.

The body flashed, the space intertwined and overlapped in the shadows, and the figure of Sith disappeared from the place.

Drawing the knife, drawing the knife, and slashing, all the movements are as smooth as clouds and water.

boom!

The two swords clashed, and air waves spread in the space. He was not Whitebeard's beloved son. It would not be that easy to attack him secretly.

"You kid from Judiciary Island, you still dare to appear in front of me. You really don't have a long memory."

Whitebeard raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes met Sith. There was murderous intent in his eyes. He was really angry this time.

He will not let go of anyone who dares to hurt his precious son.

"Haha, don't look at me like that, Whitebeard. After all, I don't want to come. Fighting monsters like you will kill people, but I can't help it. You have your family, and I also have my own persistence. "

With a sneer, he quickly changed his moves, spinning his body in mid-air, and the dense sword light was like a whirlpool, constantly hitting the big sword in Whitebeard's hand.

Ding Ding Ding!

The two swords intersect, sparks fly, and the crisp sound is as clear and pleasant as summer raindrops. However, the sword is a killing skill, and no matter how gorgeous the moves are, it cannot conceal its essence. Once it is shot, it will always be visible. Children's blood is.

Facing the crazy attack of the Sith, Whitebeard's expression remained unchanged. Even though his body was blocked by the crazy attack of the Sith, he did not panic at all.

He has seen many people like Sith, and his strength is quite good among the younger generation. Just like Crocodile and Ace who challenged him in the past, as long as he calms down and practices for a few more years, the future is immeasurable and uncertain. The position currently occupied by the Warring States Period will be his in the future.

But it's not enough now. They are still young. Their immature methods and weak domineering attitude are like children playing at home wine in front of a ghost from the previous era. They can see the attack at a glance. Boundaries and ceilings.

Raising the corner of his mouth, White Beard's feet collapsed, his hands straightened like inertia, and the huge naginata was suddenly raised, with an extremely rich domineering aura attached to it, and he opened the long knife until it reached the throat of Sith.

He doesn't have that many fancy skills to speak of. Once he takes action, he is aiming for the life of the Sith!

Sith's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly drew his sword to defend himself, blocking the way the naginata must pass.

Whitebeard's attack is very simple, like a straight ball in baseball, unbiased, but this does not mean that it is easy to catch.

For a monster of Whitebeard's level, breaking through ten thousand spells with one force is more effective than any sword technique. If you can catch it, you will live, if you can't catch it, you will die. It's simple, just do it.

boom!

The two black knives collided vigorously, making an extremely dull sound.

There was only a click sound, and there were several finger-wide cracks on the ground under Whitebeard's feet. The shock wave extended from behind Sith to the surroundings. Both the ice and the buildings were shaking crazily in an instant. .

Sith's face was ferocious, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He had mobilized almost all the strength in his body in a short period of time.

The black flames flowed backwards with a burst of sound, and he held up two black and red wings like a fallen angel in mythology.

It's just that this angel's condition is not good. His body is trembling slightly and his lips are cyanotic.

No wonder he was too weak. You should know that at the moment when the blades clashed, he used his armed haki to protect the important organs in his body, but the aftermath of the shock still made him tremble.

Whitebeard still had a calm expression on his face, but suddenly there was a little bit of amusement in his eyes when looking at Sith.

"Hey, what's next? Kid, what about now?"

The veins on his arms bulged, and he increased his strength again.