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Drawing the knife and turning around, Sith spun in mid-air, pushed hard, and hit Crocodile with the long knife.

Crocodile's expression remained unchanged and his offensive did not change. He just puffed on the cigar in his mouth and came forward with a sand knife in hand.

boom!

The two knives struck each other, making a metallic roar.

Unconsciously, Sith's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

What a risk, what a risk. He almost fell into the trap of Crocodile and Jinbe.

wrong! not that simple.

Sith's heart suddenly picked up again, his pupils shrank, and black flames were beating up and down inside.

Beneath him, Crocodile suddenly raised his mouth, his eyes so indifferent.

"Wilson Sith, did you think it was over? No, no, no, the battle has just begun."

This is a dangerous statement.

After shaking off the blood on his hands, Jinbe came up to him again. There was still blood on his face, and he looked particularly ferocious as he had lost one of his teeth.

"Murloc Karate - Seven Thousand Watts Roundhouse Kick!"

The bloated body jumped high. Under that layer of leather, Jinbei had more than just fat. Even though he was huge, he was still able to move flexibly.

Sith narrowed his eyes.

That's it?

Although Jinbei is very fast, after all, this is not the time for him to be restricted by his movements. If he is careful enough, he can completely avoid it.

Moving his upper body down, Sith was almost lying in the air, his fat thighs flying past his forehead, and the sound of breaking air sounded in his ears. There was a near miss, so where is the confidence of Crocodile and the others? Woolen cloth?

While dodging, Sith thought about a lot of things, but he didn't know what he had missed.

Although it is indeed stressful to face two veteran Shichibukai at the same time, he should be able to do it if they are just entangled.

Just when Sith was lost in thought, Crocodile snorted coldly, suddenly dismissed the desert sword in his hand, and allowed Sith's long knife to slash towards his shoulder.

Stab it!

That was the sound of a knife cutting flesh.

Damn, they wanted to trade injury for injury.

Sith's eyelids twitched crazily, and he hurriedly wanted to draw the knife and leave, his face getting darker and darker.

"Have you discovered it? It's a pity it's too late."

Crocodile roared, wrapped one hand around the blade, raised his legs, and clamped Sith's waist.

From the beginning, he and Jinbei knew that it was impossible to defeat the Sith without paying any price. Facing such a fast-attack player, the only way to win was to trade injuries for injuries.

"Let go, Crocodile, let me go quickly!"

The Sith was furious, and his whole body was ignited with black and red karma. He threw Crocodile violently behind him, trying to shake Crocodile off with great force.

"Ahem, it's useless, it corrodes reincarnation!"

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Crocodile's expression became more and more crazy, a sandstorm rose up all over his body, and he suddenly sucked the water from Sith's body.

"Crocodile..."

Sith's eyes were red, his skin was visibly shriveled, and black mud oozed from his eye sockets. He looked even more devilish than a devil.

Her left hand reached back and grabbed his thigh.

"I won't make it easy for you, isn't it water? Let's see, who falls into hell first?"

The Sith's voice became hoarse, and flames instantly filled Crocodile's body. He also became dry. In terms of dehydration, when had he ever been afraid of others during his Burning Escape?

"what!"

A shrill scream came from Crocodile's mouth. His mouth was wide open, his whole body was twitching, and his expression was extremely painful. When had he been treated like this?

His eyes began to become wandering, and his hands were exerting force like inertia.

"Let go, let go..."

The Sith's elbow kept hitting Crocodile's stomach, and he had already seen Kaisha Jinbe approaching.

Crazy, his movements were getting faster and faster, and you could almost see the afterimage. Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and Crocodile let go of his hand.

After all, a mortal's body is still no match for a billion dragon beasts. With a flash of light in Sith's eyes, he seized the opportunity, threw away the hilt of his knife, stood up from the ground, grabbed Crocodile's collar and smashed it towards the ground.

"Krokdal, go to hell! You want to kill me, but you're still far away!"

Boom!

There was a muffled sound on the ground and sparks flew everywhere.

"Murloc karate—five thousand tiles!"

A huge black fist hit the Sith's belly. Hai Xia's expression was so gloomy that he almost let the Sith run away.

A huge force came from his abdomen, Sith's pupils shrank, and he was knocked out, his stomach turbulent.

Grinning, it was clear that he had been severely beaten, but Sith felt relieved.

No matter how you say it, he is still alive. As long as he is alive, he can rely on his powerful recovery ability to consume them alive.

The shadow struck, and darkness crawled all over his body again. He didn't care about the lost long knife, and he just wanted to retreat back.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a Western sword with blue patterns engraved on the hilt came from a distance. With a stabbing sound, the long knife entered his abdomen, and a small amount of blood flowed out in a splash.

Adding to the injury, Foil Bista, you really picked a good time.

There was a trace of resentment in Sith's eyes. Without even thinking about it, it was definitely that Bista guy. He remembered that familiar feeling clearly.

As expected, this man's strength grew stronger and stronger. If he had been more careful, how could things have reached this point.

With eyes wide open, Jinbei stepped on his feet and sped up again. He was a veteran on the battlefield, how could he let go of such an opportunity.

The punch was fierce and hit Sith on the chest.

"Muroman Karate - Samewa Shoken!"

Bang!

There was an explosion from the high wall in the distance, and Sith was punched in.

Smoke and dust filled the air, Bista walked out from the side with a sullen face, holding a red-handled Western sword tightly in his remaining hand, his pupils flashing left and right in his eye sockets, and there was an indescribable excitement.

Winning, winning for sure, he will avenge this broken arm today.

……

On the execution platform, Buddha's Warring States face turned completely cold.

He is the commander-in-chief, not a big soldier who kills wantonly on the battlefield. His eyes should be focused on the overall situation.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t look at the overall situation, the more you look at it, the worse it gets.

Whitebeard held back Akainu and Aokiji, Marco faced Kizaru, and finally a strong man who could do something practical was besieged and plotted.

What the hell? Compared with the number of people, shouldn't their navy have the upper hand?

Shichibukai...

Warring States gritted his teeth and clenched his fists involuntarily.

Boya Hancock? Where is she from? Is this how your teammates play?

Doflamingo? If you can't hold back a sand crocodile, can you paddle a little further?

Now he finally understood that these Shichibukai were not here to fight at all, but were entirely here to cause trouble for the Navy. They just wanted to see both the Navy and Whitebeard suffer losses.