One Piece Tyrant Bear

Next to them were a group of laughing pirates, who had just finished enjoying their happiness, drinking rum and talking about each other's glorious deeds.

"Back then, I personally killed my uncle's family. When I walked out of the village, no one dared to stop me a step. You know, at that time, the look in our village chief's eyes is still hard to forget."

"What's this, isn't it just killing a few people. Back then, I killed half of the village and slaughtered dozens of people. In the end, the so-called navy didn't dare to chase after me."

"Unexpectedly you have done this kind of thing, I thought I was the only one."

"Haha, cheers."

"Come on, cheers."

Slaughter, slaughter, in their eyes, it was nothing more than a passing moment. The slaughter back then was a verbal conversation now, as it was a pleasure to talk about and passed away.

Clink glasses, drink, gulp down, a glass of wine is dry, and then there is a second and a third glass.

Little did they know that the danger had arrived. A demon was slowly crawling out of hell. A figure appeared above the roof in the distance. He was wearing a set of cute panda clothes with a panda hat on his head with spots slowly.

I put on a pile of leather shoes under my feet, shoes that are out of proportion to my body, big and long.

He squatted down and sat on the roof, staring at the group of pirates in front of him, the flying pirate flags, and the symbols on their bodies, which were vaguely revealed, which were the marks from the depths of the soul.

It's them!

Finally found them!

Basolomi bear, our bear is sitting on it, smiling.

He raised his hand, fiddled with his hat, his eyes were hollow and his smile slowly disappeared, hiding in the depths of his heart, the cold killing intent, spreading the world with the wind.

"En? Murderous."

The pirates who were drinking, felt the breath of danger, suddenly raised their nerves and stared around to check, but no one was found.

call out!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, ringing in his ears. The pirate who responded quickly wanted to make a sound, but found that his body fell down, breaking off his breath.

One person died and died silently, followed by the second and third.

The murderer is like a ghost, wandering among the many pirates, one point, one touch, death to death, flying away.

After one round of slaughter, there were more than a dozen more corpses on the ground, all of which died in the same way.

The bear clapped his palms, calmly looked at the dozen or so pirates still in front of him, watching their fear, panic, fear, despair, and trembling.

"You...who are you?"

The courageous pirate, shivering, asked his inner fear.

"Kill your people."

As soon as the words fell, murderous intentions emerged, leaving only an afterimage. The pirate turned his head stiffly. He saw it and saw despair.

"Do not!"

Amid the screams, his body burst open, turning into powder like a bomb.

There was no bones left, flesh and blood scattered all over the place, the surrounding pirates were splashed with blood, and even the bear was wiped. He loathed to rub his body and looked at the other pirates.

"It's up to you."

The words that came out slowly were slow, and the rhythm was three beats slower than that of ordinary people. The pirates did not dare to laugh, and back again and again, fear dominated their hearts.

"I... we are from the Jackal Pirates, you... you..."

The Jackal Pirates are also well-known in this area of ​​the sea. Today, a little devil came to the door and slaughtered a dozen people, but they had no resistance.

This person's movements were fast and could not capture the slightest shadow, let alone an attack, he didn't even know how he died.

"I'm telling you, our captain will come soon, and then you...will not die."

When the pirate talked about the captain, the fear in his heart dissipated a little, and he was full of confidence. Seeing that the bear did not move, he thought he was frightened. He continued to threaten: "Boy, I advise you to leave at last, otherwise, you will regret it. ."

Xiong raised his head and glanced at him lightly. The pirate couldn't move, as if he was frozen.

Then, he smelled death.

"Do not……."

Shouting his throat, he couldn't stop the coming of death. The bear's palm was already down, facing his body, from top to bottom, crushed into powder, and drifted away in the wind.

The ground was full of minced meat, and there was no intact piece, and the blood spilling on the ground was terrifying.

"Guru."

"vomit."

"vomit."

The throat rolled, the pirates saw a lot of killings, and they couldn't help but see it at the moment.

Everyone turned pale, turned around and vomited.

The bear frowned and treated the animals without mercy. Killing them was as simple as killing an animal.

He has passed the first step of killing, and now I think about it, when he murdered, there was no discomfort or a trace of disgust, as if everything was a matter of course.

Naturally, go with the flow.

Xiong sometimes wondered if he was born indifferent and contemptuous of life to the extreme.

"Spit out and just get used to it."

A pirate's pupils widened, and he waved his hand again and again, and the bear patted it down with his merciless palm, and it suddenly fell to the ground like rain.

Red, flowing red, penetrates the ground, flesh and blood, and blurs a piece of land.

"Boom."

A slap and a slap are as simple as slapped to death. The body is broken and there is no bone.

The bear turned into a demon. He became more proficient in the ability of the flesh ball fruit, teleported to the pirate's side, slap and slap down, sending endless darkness.

Death covers this place instantly.

When the bear stopped, there was no one on the ground, only a blood-red color.

On the surrounding leaves, the remaining fleshy foam was faltering. The leaves couldn't bear the gravity. They bent down, and the fleshy foam fell on the ground, making it even more red.