One Piece Tyrant Bear

Hawkeye Mihawk's strength has improved rapidly, and the man in front of him is not simple, unfathomable.

I feel that he hides a lot of strength and needs to be forced out one by one.

"Hawkeye Mihawk, you are not bad."

Shocked in his heart, Mihawk's strength is even more terrifying. Sword cultivation is reduced to simplicity, redundant moves are removed, and an ordinary cut, which contains more than a dozen sword moves.

If it weren't for the meat ball to block his attack, it would not be possible to defend his knife by relying solely on the armed and domineering.

"Come again."

When hitting thick, will not let the opponent leave.

"boom."

"Pressure gun."

"Om."

The black sword issued a biting sword aura, passing by the bear, and a few hairs were scattered.

The backhand kicked down and pressed against his black knife, and the other foot was lifted up, pressing crazily.

Hawkeye's body fell down, his feet deep into the soil, he gritted his teeth, his aura bloomed.

Blood-red energy lingers around, terrifying, and killing momentum condenses into substance.

Xiong stepped back, looking from a distance, the eagle eye was still that eagle eye, and his momentum changed dramatically.

Indifferent, murderous cohesion.

He was staring at the bear and grinning.

"I'm coming."

Leaping to his side, the black knife appeared at a strange angle. In surprise, Xiong opened his hands to defend everything.

"Om."

"It's useless, Bassoromi Bear."

Suddenly, appearing behind him, his black knife disappeared without knowing when.

Like a ray of light in the dark night, illuminating everything.

"You lost, Bartholomew."

"Ok?"

Empty, it's a phantom.

Hawkeye Mihawk didn't even think about it, rolling, not enough for one lap, and after three laps, he stabilized his body.

A huge person appeared in the original place, his palm facing the ground, and he slapped it down.

He stood up, a bottomless hole appeared, the eagle-eyed pupils condensed, and he looked at the bear carefully in his heart, not careless.

If you are not careful, you may lose.

Both people think so in their hearts, and can't be careless.

"Mihawk, it's a bit early to say, I won't lose." Xiong walked over and said seriously: "You are the one who loses."

The momentum has the upper hand, and the bear will not let this opportunity slip away.

"Humph."

"Black knife."

The sword, pitch black, sinks into the darkness.

He followed the sword and disappeared in front of him, and there was a vibration in his ears, and the bear turned around, crossing his hands.

"I saw you, Mihawk."

"Om."

A slap in the past, this time I was hit, and I hit it firmly.

"boom."

Hawkeye, who rolled out, stepped back tens of meters before stabilizing his body, and a little blood appeared at the corner of his raised mouth.

The bear's slap was heavy, his body trembled, and he couldn't recover for a while.

Wipe off the blood, eagle-eyed kicking the ground, attacking.

"Om."

"Boom."

Fight, destroy.

The ground was messy, and the surrounding ocean followed with a huge roar, waves blooming.

The unlucky fish died under the attack of the two, the sword qi tore, and the pressure gun crit.

"Pressure gun."

"Black knife."

Chopping, blocking, stabbing, picking, all were sharp blades, and at the end of the Hawkeye battle, he was embarrassed.

There were also many wounds on the bear, and blood was flowing.

Parting, the two looked at each other, put their hands down, and the bear put on his gloves again.

"Don't fight anymore?"

Hawkeye Mihawk shook his head: "Stop fighting." As he said, he retracted his sword into its sheath.

The two were not interested in continuing to fight, and the short battle allowed them to get results. They won or lost, and the two won't say.

Turning around, Hawkeye Mihawk slowly left the hillside, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

The back figure was embarrassed, a swordsman's indomitable, fierce, and vivid expression on him.

Xiong smiled helplessly, looked down at his body, shook his head, turned around, and disappeared above the endless sea.