One Piece: Tyrant Bear

He didn't dare raise his sword to face the bear, his body told him that as soon as he moved, the man in front of him would kill him without hesitation.

"You're very smart. A battle has hurt you a lot, right? I think you're trying to hold on. Is there any problem?"

Xiong's smile remained unchanged, watching him, the gloves on his hands would be taken off at any time, the pupils were empty, the sword light was white, showing off in front of his eyes, and the sword split the sky.

His sword, the sword of death, was shrouded in a dark and gloomy atmosphere. When he cut it, his skin felt the bone-chilling cold.

Xiong unhurriedly took off his gloves, stretched out his right hand, blocking his body, and the sword that was indomitable forward reached his body, and stopped there for a long time without moving forward.

Sanlong's pupils condensed into one point, and his sword... unexpectedly... stopped, unable to move forward.

He was not allowed to think about it, and his body flew out. The huge impact force made him momentarily stunned, his head was dizzy, and coupled with the toxin's damage, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft."

He knelt down, his pale face turned red with a mouthful of blood, Sanlong looked up at the bear, he was motionless, his face was cold.

"You are very courageous." Raising his hand and stroking his cheek, Xiong turned his head and smiled, "You are the first one to cut me with a sword, do you know that? You are very strong, but you don't understand the situation."

Sanlong's hairs stood on end, he backhanded a sword, and with a bang, he didn't see anything, and spit three mouthfuls of blood.

He got up quickly, rolled three times, turned his head, and there was a hole in the ground, and on the other side, there was no tree, and it was empty.

What a scary person!

Pulling out another sword from his waist, the three dragons stared at the bear, ruthless, and then drew out the last sword, three swords, one for the left and right hands, and one for the teeth.

Mito stream?interesting.

Isn't this Roronoa Zoro's fame stunt?The three-knife style, the strongest armed color teeth, can cut rocks, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"Rashomon."

One-style sword technique, Rashomon.

Luoyou's air-conditioning drifted out of the abyss, and the screams of ghosts and wolves were emitted one by one, as if the devil crawled out of the abyss to harm the world.

Terrifying fierce ghosts crawled out one after another, piled up all over the ground, bared their claws, clawed their teeth, stretched out their blood-red tongues, and licked the pitch black.

Cold, dark, scary.

"how is this possible?"

Rashomon's three swords and one gate all failed to hit the bear. To be precise, they hit the bear without any effect. With his hands blocked in front of his eyes, the two swords could not penetrate an inch.

"I'll see how you take this move."

After two swords, there was the last sword. The sword on the mouth slashed in an indescribable trajectory, and it was only a little short of the bear's neck.

bingo.

Sanlong was extremely excited, my sword hit this person, this excitement didn't last long, he found that he had passed through, and there was no blood on the sword.

Not even a little bit of red.

"phantom?"

Landing on the ground, turning around, the sword and the bear's paw touched together, and they were deeply sunken in. The sword seemed to be able to cut through the layer of red flesh, but it couldn't penetrate an inch.

This kind of funny feeling is very strange, Sanlong dare not feel strange, because he has no time to think.

"boom."

The body flew out like a cannonball, and blood spilled into the sky.

The bear wiped his palm gently, leaving a trail of white breath on it, which was the trace left by beating the air.

The high-speed movement rubbed the air and caused heat generation. The heat generated, Xiong wiped his palm and smiled slightly: "Do you want to continue?"

continue or not?

Sanlong was also asking himself in his heart, could he really hit him?

This person's ability is very strange, he has restraint on the sword, after a few moves, he is no longer impulsive, if this continues, he will definitely die here.

The toxin invaded the internal organs, and his throat tasted salty even after coughing. He took a deep breath and swallowed the mouthful of blood.

"You and I don't have hatred, must you kill me?"

Xiong shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to kill you, but I just want to ask you, if you want to travel, where do you want to go?"

I don't know why Sanlong's heart jumped wildly when he heard this sentence, and the ominous premonition became stronger. It was danger, fear, dread, and even despair.

"I will not die here."

"is it?"

Xiong said again: "It depends on whether you have that strength. If you really have that strength, you have to show it well. Maybe you will die here."

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the sun, the moon and the light.

In this situation, you actually want to kill me, how should I treat it.

"I won't die."

"It depends on your strength." Zhan Yan smiled: "You have to pay attention, I'm going to do it."

not good!