One Piece Tyrant Bear

"Ahem." Xiong didn't want to talk. If I were in his heyday, do you think you would be so arrogant?

The body was almost destroyed by the green pheasant and the ghost spider, and then mocked the person in front of him. The mood was bitter and uncomfortable, but the bear was not angry.

Because it is not necessary.

"The pressure field."

"boom."

The flying squirrel knelt down and bowed, his face trembling, his lips trembling frantically, the whip pressed against his head, caught the bear's hand, and let it go.

The bear's body fell into the pit, violently shaking, making the bear grin.

The pain stimulated the nerves, and the bear felt like he was going to pass out, biting his tongue and regaining his spirit.

The flying squirrel supported it, thrust the sword on the ground, vomiting blood, and the palm of the bear aimed at his chest. Under his shocked gaze, his body shot into the air.

"puff."

The body is like a kite, floating and flying freely.

Landing, with a bang, was especially joyful.

"Ha ha."

Smile, only smile.

Acting in front of him will make you uncomfortable even if you are physically disabled.

The bear supported his body and sat up, even if his body could not move, his heart would move.

The strong vitality and the constantly broken blood vessels could not stop the bear from standing up and shouting: "Life is back."

The body suddenly became thin, and the second time it was used, the burly body suddenly became skinny, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The strength returned to the body, and the bear stared at the flying squirrel fiercely. Today, even if he fights, he still wants to let this person know that he is not a bully.

"Teleport."

"Pressure gun."

The speed is faster, it can't be caught by the naked eye, the flying squirrel sees and hears the domineering open, the sword is blocked behind, and the fist becomes a finger.

"Pointing to the gun."

"Iron."

"Hehe." The red blood stained his white teeth, and Xiong spouted a mouthful of blood, hitting his face with his fist.

The flying squirrel was angry, the sword aura lingered, and the sword light was masterful.

"Go away."

Pushing the two away with a sword, the flying squirrel exerted force on its hind feet and rushed in front of the bear. The cold eyes were like lightning.

"Sword kill."

A fresh trick, eat all over the world.

"Hey."

"Sword kill."

"puff."

"Sword kill."

"Snapped."

Frenzy swordsmanship, the eyes are not clear, only the silhouette of flying squirrels in the air appearing in different directions, different cutting directions, causing different injuries.

His sword cannot be captured.

His movements are also unpredictable.

Seeing and hearing the domineering, only can perceive, Xiong raised his hand to block, but found that it was empty. He wanted to teleport away, but found that the person's sword aura was all around him, as long as he moved.

Sword Qi was activated, cutting his body, and then he could find his body and attack.

"Get down to me."

"boom."

The blood rushed, and the sword aura calmed down.

The sky is still bright.

The bear was lying on the ground with wounds all over his body. He raised his hand and wanted to continue fighting, only to find that there was enough time for his life to return.

He couldn't beat it, his body was consumed too much, his heart was weakened by the pain, and he tried his best after the fight.

Even if it was the final struggle, he had resisted, helpless, too many enemies, too strong.

For several consecutive battles, he was very happy, but also very helpless.

Anyone who comes here can guarantee a safe escape, but you come three at once, and the strength is far beyond his budget. Just one battle.

But now, he didn't know if he was really so unlucky.

The general has not yet come out, if..., he can't imagine the consequences.

"Ahem."

"This time, it seems to be planted."

Xiong Mune's eyes stared at the sky, the sun was shining, but his mood fell to the bottom.

In the abyss, I don't know if I will see the sun.

"Ahem."

The coughing sound was not from the bear, but from Brigadier General Flying Squirrel.

Covering his chest, the stamina of the bear's paw impact appeared, and the violent impact constantly made his body tremble, tremble, his body bent down and gritted his teeth.

Crackling!

The rolling energy, the endless pain, the flying squirrel passed.