Pirate's Dead Prison

After the iron plate was erected, Dulce acted as the demonstrator and the first challenger. After the disciple of the Shenwu Sword Museum gave his saber, he stood in front of the iron plate.

'Shen Wuliu·Draw a knife and cut instantly~!'

Dulce was able to be recognized by other sword hall masters as the host of the kendo conference. His own kendo strength was naturally good. When he saw his body sinking slightly, his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword, and the sword flashed in front of him.

Click~!

The thick iron plate quickly showed a diagonal crack from left to right, and the iron plate broke suddenly, and the people watching under the ring, and even many people did not see how Dulsey drew his sword. When the reaction came, the blade was already Going back to the sheath, Dulce also stood up straight.

"Do you want to draw a sword?" Qin Ge stared at Dulce on the ring with a torch, and he could naturally see the opponent's sword action.

However, from the sword drawing technique just now, Qin Ge also felt the opponent's kendo strength. He was indeed a very powerful swordsman.

With a sigh of foul breath, Dulce, who stood up straight, saw the iron plate being cut off by himself, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He believed that his sword-drawing technique had absolutely shocked many people, and he was also for himself and God. Wujian Pavilion will bring great fame.

Isn't the fight for the strongest swordsman just for fame? Although Dulce is already in old age, he still maintains a strong ambition for the name of the strongest swordsman in his heart.

"Although Zhantie is a symbol of swordsmanship, it is still a long way from trying to determine the strongest swordsman!" Just as Dulce was proudly preparing to speak, suddenly an indifferent voice came from the crowd. .

"Whoever has the courage to stand up!" Dulce frowned immediately and snapped in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, someone said such a thing. This is not only a contempt for their own strength, but also a shame for the kendo conference jointly organized by their swordsmen.

After Dulsey scolded, the owners of the other sword halls were also quite dissatisfied, and their faces were gloomy and looked at the sound from them.

"Interesting, is this going to smash the place, but it seems that he was preempted by someone!" Qin Ge also looked over with interest.

Although taking part in the test step by step can also play against the Jianhao present, Qin Ge was actually preparing to challenge the court just now.

To talk about the reasons, it is naturally too troublesome one by one, and the pressure is not enough, Qin Ge intends to challenge everyone alone.

After seeing Dulce and a group of sword hall masters' sharp gazes, there was an immediate commotion among the crowd in the direction where the sound came from. Everyone hurriedly avoided both sides, and quickly put aside their relationship. They didn't want to be involved .

Since the vocalist dares to provoke, he obviously has enough confidence.

When the crowd dispersed, one could immediately be seen standing still on the spot, looking directly at all the sword hall masters indifferently.

Wearing a blood-black two-tone windbreaker, his eyes are as sharp as a falcon, and he is carrying a huge black knife like a cross behind him. Just standing there gives people an extremely sharp sense of sharpness.

Qin Ge, who was originally somewhat random, suddenly showed a touch of surprise when he saw this person's appearance, and his random posture disappeared, replaced by awe-inspiring gaze.

"I didn't expect him to be here, but it doesn't seem to be a big surprise when I think about it. After all, he is also a swordsman!" Qin Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering constantly.

Tatata~!

Stepping forward, Jorakl Mihawk indifferently walked directly from the aisle separated by the crowd to the arena, not caring about the various gazes of the people around him.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two

"These are eagle-like eyes, you can't be wrong, you are an eagle eye!" On the ring, Dulce's expression suddenly changed slightly when he saw Mihawk walking, showing strong fear and solemnity.

"Hawkeye?! This name is so familiar, I seem to have heard of it somewhere!"

"I see, he is the swordsman who has recently gained fame, Jorakl Mihawk, because of the special look of his eyes, he is also called Hawkeye Mihawk!"

"What?! Is he an eagle eye? I heard that he has recently overturned many sword halls and defeated many famous swordsmen. This is a terrible existence!"

"...!"

Dulce's words were naturally heard by the people on the square. For a while, everyone looked at Mihawk in amazement, with fear, admiration, and even more warfare.

The owners of other sword halls also looked at Mihawk in surprise.

"Hawkeye, are you here also to participate in the Kendo Conference!" A sword hall master couldn't help but raise his voice.

Mihawk glanced at each other calmly, and said lightly: "You can understand this way, but I don't want to waste too much time!"

As he spoke, Mihawk leaped up and fell directly on the ring. Then, ignoring Dulce's furious gaze, he pulled out the black cross knife behind his backhand.

"From now on, as long as anyone has confidence, he can directly enter the ring. Only those who have defeated me are qualified to become the strongest swordsman!" Mihawk said calmly.

"Arrogant!" Although Mihawk's tone was calm, his words were undoubtedly very arrogant, which also angered many sword hall owners.

For a while, several sword hall masters directly yelled in indignation, and at the same time, all the sword hall masters were hostile looking at Mihawk on the ring.

"It really deserves to be the world's number one swordsman in the future. It's really domineering, but it's interesting. I rushed over here, and I didn't come wrong!" Qin Ge grinned, his eyes filled with fiery eyes.

Huh~!

With a flash of body shape, Qin Ge suddenly disappeared from the place, but he displayed the "Rang Zhuan", suddenly appeared on the ring, and came to the opposite of Mihawk.

"En?!" The sudden appearance of Qin Ge not only made the masters of the sword hall who originally glared at Mihawk's surprise, but also made Mihawk's eyes constricted.

"If you don't mind, let me join in, any of you dare to fight with me!" Qin Ge calmly faced the gathering of many eyes, and looked at everyone provocatively with a chuckle. Including Mihawk.

"Big quick knife'Red Blood'!" When Mihawk stared at Qin Ge, his eyes suddenly noticed the knife hanging on Qin Ge's waist, and he muttered in his heart.

Obviously, Mihawk knew all about famous knives, and recognized'Red Blood' just by looking at it.

The appearance and remarks of the eagle eyes had already made a lot of sword hall masters very angry. Now seeing someone who dares to come on stage to provoke them, no doubt added a fire to them, and they exploded in an instant.

Facing Mihawk, these sword hall masters were still more afraid of the opponent's strength, but facing the unknown person like Qin Ge, they would naturally not be polite.

"Junior, how can you be presumptuous here, and hurry down wisely, otherwise the old man won't mind teaching you a lesson!" Dulce, who was also on the ring, looked at the sudden emergence of Qin Ge, said with a green face.

Qin Ge squinted at the opponent and said provocatively: "That's all you need to have this strength!"

"Asshole!" Dulce obviously couldn't help it anymore, and his heart was full of anger, and he immediately rushed out, and at the same time he held the saber in his hand.

'Shen Wuliu·Draw a knife and cut instantly~!'

The shocking power-switching sword-drawing technique reappeared, and the ultra-fast slash that was beyond the naked eye swept across Qin Ge, and even caused a whistling whirlwind on the ring.

Qin Ge's eyes flashed, not retreating but advancing, and for a moment he also grasped'Red Blood', accompanied by the bright light of the knife, the blood-red blade appeared, and the horizontal knife was also cut out.

Ding~!

The sound of Jin Ge’s fighting resounded throughout the ring, and Dulce’s sword-drawing technique was blocked by the "Red Blood" in the singer Qin. At the same time, when the blades collided, the whirlwind rolled up on the ring immediately strengthened, forming a violent shock wave visible to the naked eye. .

Boom~!

Such as the hurricane's roaring and overflowing waves, causing a strong roar in the air, and dense cracks on the stone-paved ring.

"Why, is your slashing so powerful!" Holding the knife steadily blocking the opponent's slashing, Qin Ge looked at Dulce on the opposite side with full of jealousy.

His own drawing of the sword was blocked instantly, Dulce was naturally very surprised, and at the same time he immediately reacted. This young man who suddenly appeared was not a blind and arrogant person, but a master with not simple strength.

Of course, even though he was aware of the difficulty of Qin Ge, as the owner of the Shenwu Sword Museum and a prestigious swordsman at the same time, Dulce could not easily shrink back.