One Piece Tyrant Bear

Hawkeye Mihawk chased Shanks and hit it with one knife, one knife, the demon sword was huge in the dark, and it struck Shanks' sword to make a sharp difference.

One big and one small, one black and one white.

Two knives with different sharpness, Shanks' knives cannot be named, and they are not bad.

The two fight, there is still a while.

"Haha, it doesn't exist."

"Our captain is not afraid of danger, Mihawk will pay attention."

They are not worried at all, they should eat, they should bow their heads and play, they should think about life.

Xiong's gaze finally fell on the man beside him, only he was more normal, the others.

"how do you say?"

The man took a deep breath and exhaled it with smoke.

Playing with the gun in his hand, he said coldly: "If Mihawk dares to move, my gun will not let him go."

One shot for one person, one cigarette for the world.

"Eh?" Xiong didn't know how to pick him up, a gun, and wanted to know the life of Hawkeye, is it possible?

Xiong didn't believe he had this ability, even the strongest sharpshooter in the world did not possess this ability.

Bear remembered this man's name, Ben Beckman.

The deputy captain of the Redhead Pirates, a man who smashed the sky.

"boom."

"Boom."

Sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, cracking the ground.

The smoke and dust billowed, and a huge crack separated the two people, one left and the other right, looking at each other.

Hawkeye Mihawk took a breath, stared at Shanks, pointed the black knife at him, and said domineeringly: "Shanks, do you regret it?"

Shanks shook his head, nonsense, regret, regret wool.

"Mihawk, your strength is still the same. After so many years, you haven't made any progress."

He said that, but he was shocked in his heart. This damn man, his strength grew a little bit faster, and if he continued like this, he might be defeated.

"Humph."

Knowing that he said that on purpose, Hawkeye was still angry and gave a cold snort.

"You can have a try."

The black knife is sharp and sharp.

The momentum is crushed away.

The smoke and dust suddenly landed on the ground, and the two of them looked at each other and sparks.

"Haha, Mihawk, do you think I will be afraid of you? Don't think I will be afraid of you by saying a few words."

It was a bit uncomfortable to be stared at with the eagle-like eyes.

"bring it on."

Swing the sword and move forward.

The blades collided and the power impacted, and the power of the two was continuously transmitted to the blades and impacted each other.

The formidable force oppresses the opponent and attempts to make the opponent fall, thus making further attacks.

The two had the same idea, but it didn't work. They tried to separate.

Attack, move quickly, complete the action in the blink of an eye.

Separating again, the blades of the two slowly changed directions, interspersed, slapped, picked, chopped, stab, and cut. Each direction was where their sword energy attacked.

It's easy to get caught if you are not careful.

The people watching the theater, back, back, back again.

The beach in front is full of their sword energy, rising to the sky.

A sword qi crosses the waves and cuts apart like a fantasy.

The sea level separates, tears away, until the end of power, closes, closes quickly.

"Wow."

The huge romantic sky fell, and Xiong looked back at the people behind him who were accustomed to, they were calm.

They were not surprised when they were accustomed to the big scenes, nor did they do anything about it.

"Does it feel scary."

Power, at their level, cannot be described as terror.

The sword aura, the aura from the swordsman, tears everything apart.

Both of them are not weak swordsmen, and the battle is even more eye-catching. Although their movements are straight and straight, there is no flowery, no dazzling.

One slash, one smash, the simple movement contained the understanding of the two.

"broken."

The ground cracked, the black knife cut the ground, stayed in the air, the eagle eye turned his body, the eagle eyes turned to look at his side, the red-haired Shanks began to attack.

"Mihawk, here I am."

The blade reached his eyes, and the sword Shanks had prepared for a long time was finally about to work.

"Think beautiful."

The black knife was placed in front of his chest, blocking Shanks's blade.

Back, back, chest rolling, Hawkeye held back.

A little blood appeared in the gap between the corners of his mouth, and he still stared at Shanks.