One Piece Tyrant Bear

Weakness after the attack is Krokdal's weakness.

There are so many moves that are useless, and the powerful attacks of the white beard all become invisible.

Now that he has fought, he knows that relying on him alone cannot defeat this person, even if he gets him into his own attack several times, it is useless.

Stepped back, stepped back, and pulled a distance.

"Erosion reincarnation."

The quicksand reappeared, restricting his actions, keeping himself safe, and starting the next move.

"Desert Sunflower."

The yellow sand in the sky began to condense and was buried in an instant.

Falling down, buried.

A knife pierced the sky, cut the sunflower, and cut it in two.

After the blade, the white beard rushed over, hitting Klockdal's face with his fist.

"boom."

A punch straight to the door, without any blocking, white beard fist covered with a layer of white power, shattered in the air, and hit the ground.

Krokdal's head plunged into the mud, and his body rose slightly, shaking.

It trembles violently, and every time it trembles, a mouthful of blood will be sprayed, rushing to the sky and falling.

Baibeard released his hand and held his treasured sword, ready to strike again, the blade cut it, and the bear who watched the battle frowned and moved his hand.

Teleport, raise his hand, palm facing his blade.

The other hand picked up Krokdal, who was still in a coma, and quickly left. The blade fell on the ground, splitting a head-sized crack and spreading to the bear's feet.

"Boom."

Putting down Krokdahl's body and falling to the ground, Krokdahl appeared clear, his eyes slowly opened, it was blood red.

He raised his hand to wipe, the blood, scarlet blood, all his.

Sitting up, he felt a heart-piercing pain coming from his head, and with a punch from the white beard, his head almost exploded.

"Ahem."

The blood swarmed out and couldn't stop it. He glanced at Xiong gratefully and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

His eyes swept across the ground. It turned out that where he had fallen, a knife was pointed there, and his body trembled. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid he...

"Can you still move?"

"It's okay." Klockdal stood up, and despite trembling and shaking, he stood up.

His face was full of blood, and it was all his own.

Looking at the white beard, he just moved his muscles and bones a bit, and was not hurt. He was strong enough to get a glimpse.

"He is very strong. Be careful."

"I know." Observing from one side, he saw a lot. The white beard hadn't really moved, and was already so tough. He used his hands and feet casually to beat Krokdal like this.

"Better be careful, this person is outrageous."

It's no longer interesting to continue to pretend.

Krokdal was so convinced for the first time that he was beaten so hard to fight back.

Humiliation, if no one saw it, it would be humiliating to see it in full view.

After thinking about it, he was the white beard, the strongest man, and he felt relieved.

"Look at it, I'm going to do it."

Krokdal stepped aside until he shot.

The tougher he is, the happier Xiong is.

Fighting the strong has always been his goal, and fighting the white beard is his most important goal.

Conquer him, conquer him, there is a voice in my heart urging him constantly, we must conquer the man in front of him.

"You are strong."

"You are much more modest than this kid." Whitebeard pointed at Krokdal and laughed: "Let's go together, one by one is meaningless."

"I don't have so much time to play with you."

The long sword played, majestic.

The sharp sword air tore open the surrounding trees, yellow sand, and stones.

The bear stood still, his body was ready, and he could do it at any time.

Both of them are waiting, waiting for the other to do something.

The enemy won't move, I won't move.

The wind blew across their faces, their hair trembling, one sprinkled.

In an instant, they started, and the bear teleported to his back, raised his hand, and bombarded with his palm.

White Beard drew away, fists against the bear's forehead, and bombarded violently.

"boom."

The two attacked at the same time, without a punch, and there was a second punch.

With the blade swaying, Baibeard held the knife in his right hand and swept over, the long knife in his hand, majestic.

The thick blade cuts the ground and smashes the mountains.

Xiong didn't dare to directly resist his sword, his palm flicked open his fist, his body retreated, and the navy six styles were used.

"Boom."

Two people's fists keep bombarding you and me. You punch and I punch.

Each other's bodies resisted a lot of attacks, and the white beard's fists were very powerful. With a punch, Xiong couldn't help but vomit blood.