Pirate God Skin

"Even characters like Charlotte Owen were destroyed in an instant"

Saatchi looked at the screaming Owen, only feeling that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

This once made him and the man who was helpless by Bistar unable to stop even a single blow in front of the more wooden swordsman.

"This is too strong"

Bista also shed a cold sweat and muttered to himself blankly.

He can finally be completely sure now that he is definitely not the opponent of the person in front of him

"This is really unimaginable power"

Yu Zhixi took a deep look at Mo Yan, and the murderous intent on her body was reduced a lot.

He likes to kill, but doesn't like to be killed, so Yu Zhiliu's hobby is destined to be realized only in people who are weaker than him.

And this kind of person definitely does not include Mo Yan

"This is his true strength" Raleigh was also shocked. "The unimaginable terrifying power may be comparable to Uchiha Madara."

"How dare you cut off my hand, my mother will definitely chase you down, never die forever"

Owen endured the severe pain, panting heavily, looking at Mo Yan with extremely resentment.

Mo Yan laughed and said, "Then let bi come, I happened to kill her by myself"

Owen was dumbfounded, and the swordsmen in the audience were all shivered.

"You" Owen said angrily, "Do you know who you are against?"

"Of course I know."

Mo Yan's tone was flat, and the next moment his ferocious expression was revealed, "But do you guys know who you are against?"

Mo Yan's rhetorical question was domineering and Owen was stunned.

He never thought that one day the Pirates of the Four Emperors would be threatened by others.

"Asshole, if you dare to kill me, my mother will chase you to the end of the world"

Seeing that Mo Yan didn't take the threat, Owen had subconsciously backed away, his tone was startled and angry.

Mo Yan stepped forward slowly, his sword intent getting bigger and bigger, shaking the audience like words.

"Just so bi, what's the point"

As the voice fell, the rain-like spiritual pressure and sword intent had covered the entire arena, and even the white clouds in the sky seemed to be overwhelmed and about to be suppressed.

"Why can't breathe so strong"

"The body can't move anymore"

"Don't be kidding, is this kind of sword intent still something humans can have"

All swordsmen were immersed on the scene, suppressed by Mo Yan's Yu Wei like Owen, in a trance like seeing thousands of swords, splitting everything in the world

Hawkeye felt this sword intent, and his body was already shaking with excitement.

"Mihawk, you"

The red hair hesitated to speak, not only did Hawkeye's hand holding the sword not loosen, but instead he grasped the hilt of the sword tightly.

"Shanks, looking at the swordsmanship of a hundred weak men, it is not as valuable as fighting a strong man."

Hawkeye's sharp pupils now contained nothing but jealousy and arrogance.

His soul, his spirit, and his body and mind are calling and shouting. This man on the field is worth his all-out fight.

Irving was also pressed almost out of breath, but he had no intention of fighting and just wanted to escape immediately to save his life.

What a joke, both hands are intact and stylish, and they can’t be beaten even more, not to mention that they are now being physically disabled.

"You go to hell first, remember to find the way for bi"

Step by step, Mo Yan approached Owen slowly, as if stepping on Owen's heart.

Owen finally had only the fear of death left, and his mental breakdown shouted, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, how could I just die like this, die in the hands of trash like you"

Irving still finds it hard to accept, he was defeated so badly, and he was still defeated by the swordsman he most looked down on.

Looking at Owen's ugly attitude, Mo Yan's footsteps gradually accelerated.

He clasped the handle of the wild knife in both hands, a hint of excitement flashed in his expression, and his accelerated pace turned into a running aid, rushing over like a wild beast

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

Owen was so frightened that he howled, he turned around in a panic to run, but he was still not as fast as Mo Yan's knife.

Ask for flowers

However, in the flashlight, Owen, who was almost scared to pee, realized that Mo Yan's target was not himself at all.

It's better to say that since just now, Mo Yan's sight is not on himself.

Is it a survivor

Owen thought incredulously, even ecstatic that he wanted to laugh.

In the next moment, a black blade of the world was cut from behind him, and it collided with Mo Yan's Ye Tan.

In an instant, the entire giant ring was completely split, with Owen being centered, and the spreading sword energy cut a terrifying boundary.

"Cough"

Owen was directly shocked and spewed out a big mouthful of blood, looking pale at the visitors behind him.

It's Hawkeye

"Come and fight well"

Mo Yan's face was full of madness, and the wild sun danced in his hands, as he fought and slashed through Owen and Hawkeye countless times.

Bang bang bang bang

The earth cracked, the air was forced to form a vacuum, and the wind pressure formed in the shadow of the sword turned into a manic hurricane sweeping the audience.

"dying"

Owen had only this thought in his mind at this time. He seemed to be the battlefield of two peerless great swordsmen. He was always sandwiched between two terrifying sword intents, as if his bones were about to be crushed.

These two invisible huge auras squeezed Owen, and even caused Owen's body to move involuntarily with the battle between the two. His whole body was painful like a thousand swords, and his consciousness disappeared quickly.

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In the final slashing confrontation, the entire huge ring was completely shattered, flying into high-speed rubble in the sky, cutting the bodies of countless swordsmen.

Even the fragments that were blown into the air by Yuwei, the bits of sword intent on them are enough to penetrate the defenses of most swordsmen

Ye Xian and Hei Dao Ye pressed against each other tightly, and fierce fire light was constantly rubbing at the joint of the blades.

And Owen, who was always in the center of the collision of the sword aura of the two great swordsmen, had long since died.

The moment Mo Yan and Yingyan stopped, countless blood lines emerged, and Owen smashed to pieces.