One Piece Tyrant Bear

Klockdal shrugged and said coldly, "I'm coming, Saatchi."

First, he attacked from a distance, and the sandstorms followed one by one, surrounding him, forming a three-seat formation, blocking all his actions.

After the sandstorm, Krokdal squatted down and cracked the ground, forming a desert.

Quicksand appeared, eroding the past.

Saqi noticed the changes in the surroundings. Natural Devil Fruits can affect the surrounding changes. Sand and the ground gradually turned into sand. His eyes raised and fell on Krokdal.

"Got you."

With cold eyes, passing through the sandstorm, his sword draws a lot of sword energy, tearing the sandstorm apart.

Attacking forward, his body flew up until Krokdahl was in front of him. Krokdahl raised his head and smiled ghostly.

"You got it."

The hand caught his arm and mocked: "Dry and cracked."

Saqi's arm shrank quickly, the water evaporated, and his left hand turned into a shriveled skin and bone, like a mummy's arm.

"Ahhhhh."

With his shriveled and ugly arm, the sword fell in the sand, Krokdahl let go of his hand and said with contempt, "Do you want to continue?"

It took a long time to calculate, just for this moment.

Saqi is strong, but he doesn't know his abilities. This trick made him scrap a hand.

How can he fight himself like this?

Saqi was gloomy, stepped back, holding a sword in his right hand, not daring to move forward.

He was defeated in a battle.

Krokdal saw that he didn't want to fight, nor did he want to do it, to maintain his strength and meet a stronger boss.

Looking to one side, the battle between the bear and the black beard was fierce, and it was impossible to explain in a few words. Everywhere they went was a deep pit.

Either you fell down, or I smashed it down, the hard ground, let them trample again and again.

The bear stood in the sky, the moon step appeared, the six-style shaved movement, and the gun attack.

"Pointing to the gun."

Constantly attacking, the ability of pointing the gun, under the continuous strengthening of the bear, appears very powerful.

In the Navy's Sixth Form, every move has a powerful effect, even if the strength reaches a certain level, the physical skills can obviously enhance the body.

"Landfoot."

"Go away, take a punch from Lao Tzu."

Blackbeard was not afraid of his hazy feet, pointed the gun, and blasted it out with a punch.

The bear lifted his palm, and his palm was facing his fist, touching it quietly, and the fist sank deeply, and then, nothing.

This punch, like a bombardment on the cotton, had no effect. Instead, it bounced back with a powerful energy that was transmitted to every corner of the body through the fist.

"boom."

Black beard hung in the dirt, frowning, staring at the bear's palm.

Attacks are useless to him, this person knows how to hide.

"Ahem."

"What are you looking at?"

The gentle voice whispered in the ear, like a wind chime.

"not good."

Blackbeard's face changed drastically. He didn't expect the bear to be so decisive and attack directly.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

"boom."

Wanting to avoid, but unable to avoid, the bear's attack fell firmly on his body, and the pressure gun in his palm flew out suddenly.

Passing through his body, immersed in the mud, the deep and bottomless hole appeared impressively.

Blackbeard trembling body, stepped back, fell down, his eyes pale, almost fainted.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, his teeth could not stop his blood, leaking out.

Lowered his head, a clear palm print appeared on his chest, sunken in, clearly visible.

Inside the body, the injuries were very serious. This person's attack was more of an attack inside.

"Ahem." Rao is his body, and it will take some time to recover.

"Nothing? What about this trick?"

He squatted down with his hands facing the front and pushed out violently.

"Push the pressure gun hard."

The pressure gun floated past, the explosion sounded loudly, smoke and dust everywhere.

Dozens of pressure guns flew over and exploded before the bear stopped his hands, straightened his chest, and showed no expression on his plain face.

After the explosion, Blackbeard fell to the ground with scars on his body, but he did not fall completely.

The fluffy hair was spilled on both sides, blood was constantly flowing out of his face, and a hot stream was purged from the nose.

Wiping, wiping calmly, he split his mouth and smiled again.

"Jiehaha, Basolomi bear, I admit that you are very strong. Today, I remember this hatred."

"What? You want to go?"

Ruthless and indifferent words came out of the bear's mouth, without hearing the scorn, only calm.

He held his hands and despised Blackbeard, and Blackbeard lowered his head, revealing his murderous intent.

"I will regret it."