Sailing: Weapon Fruit, I Rub The Flow Blade With My Hands

Chapter 241

"The strongest black sword in the world?"

Feeling the rising domineering aura of Joracol Mihawk, who was completely different from before, Rosen's face was not moved at all. He just glanced at the black sword in the other's hand, and then said something shocking.

"Okay."

"As the only swordsman I have ever seen who can forge a saber into a black sword, I want to ask a question."

"Can the black sword be cut off?"

As soon as these words came out.

Joracol Mihawk, who was originally in an unprecedentedly high momentum and was planning to use the black sword in his hand to make Rosen experience his first defeat in his life, was slightly startled at this moment.

Can the black sword be cut off?

Regarding the question of whether the black sword would be cut off, he really had never thought about it once.

After all, the world's strongest swordsmen are common, but black swords are not common.

Throughout the history of the world, it is difficult to produce a black knife forged by a swordsman in a hundred years, and every black knife is often given various titles by countless swordsmen when it is born.

For example, indestructible.

Because there has never been a black knife that has been damaged.

Gradually, all swordsmen have developed an almost blind understanding of black knives.

Any black knife, no matter what the quality of the weapon is before it is forged into a black knife, once it is forged into a black knife, it means that it will never wear out.

Similarly.

Having just forged the night into the world's strongest black knife, Joracol Mihawk would not think that the black knife would be cut off.

However.

Rosen's words made him think about this problem for the first time.

As the other party said, he is the only swordsman in this sea who has forged a saber into a black knife.

He has the most say in whether the black knife can be cut off.

"It seems that you don't know either."

"Then, don't think about it."

"I will find the answer myself."

Rosen opened his hands, and the long and short Zangetsu pointed to both sides. As the five fingers holding the swords closed, the Armament Haki and the Domineering Haki went hand in hand and entangled the blades of the double Zangetsu.

"Start by cutting off the world's strongest black sword."

As soon as the voice fell.

For the first time, Joracol Mihawk's face changed significantly.

Unprecedented anger instantly surged into his heart and climbed onto his face.

For a swordsman, it is a huge shame to be left with a gap on the saber by the opponent.

Not to mention having the saber cut off.

He didn't know whether the black sword could be cut off, but the night, which was already a supreme sword, was now forged into a black sword. If it was cut off by Rosen, it would definitely be a shame for his life.

"Can you cut off my black sword?"

"If you can do it, then come at me!"

"Rosen."

The hawk-like eyes of Joracol Mihawk flashed with a creepy scarlet light.

Swish

The domineering aura of the overlord turned into violent lightning, entwined on the black sword, and then took the lead.

Bang

The black sword · Night in his hand only chopped lightly, and the sky and the sea in the South China Sea changed color immediately. The sky and the sea seemed to be covered with a layer of dark green sword light like a light curtain.

He wanted to let Rosen experience the sharpness of the world's strongest black sword.

He wanted to use the blood of the strongest navy in a thousand years to announce to the world the birth of the world's strongest black sword.

With such thoughts.

When the black sword · Night chopped down, the world seemed to be unable to bear it, and the dark green light curtain covering the sky and the earth exploded like a mirror.

Bang

A roar of thunder shook the sky and the sea.

A violent slash wave, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, stirred the sky and the sea, surrounded by a fierce and unparalleled sword wind, and pushed towards Rosen in a mighty manner.

Seeing this.

Rosen raised his left hand short knife Zanyue calmly, and the golden ribbon-like slash burst out, lingering on the blade of the short knife Zanyue, and then from top to bottom, he stabbed the short knife Zanyue on the surging slash wave with his backhand, just like piercing a beast that was rushing in the face with a knife.

Bang

The slash wave released by Joracol Mihawk with the black knife Night, which was so powerful that it slashed the sky and the sea as soon as it appeared, was nailed to death in front of him with a knife, and could not move forward at all.

Whoosh

At this moment, Joracol Mihawk flew into the sky like an eagle spreading its wings.

While Rosen was dealing with his slashing wave, he actually flew over Rosen's head and landed behind him.

Then.

He raised his sword and slashed, releasing a super long-distance slashing wave, like a mad super-large sea king, tearing a huge gap in the sea surface and rushing straight to Rosen's back.

Obviously.

Joracol Mihawk intends to fight back.

How Rosen had just severely injured him and chopped him to the bottom of the sea, now he will return the favor in the same way.

Facing the frontAfter that, the slashing waves like two runaway black dragons raged, and Rosen seemed to be a bit out of tricks.

He could only use the short sword Zangetsu in his left hand to resist the slashing waves in front of him, and the long sword Zangetsu in his right hand to defend behind him, wrapping the ribbon-like Crescent Moon Sky to defend the slashing waves from behind.

At this time.

Rosen was directly suppressed by the two strongest slashing double teams in the world.

On the other hand, Djorakor Mihawk moved to the other side of Rosen calmly.

He didn't know Crescent Moon Sky, and he couldn't wrap the slashing waves around the black sword like Crescent Moon Sky.

So, he replaced Crescent Moon Sky with Conqueror Haki and Armament Haki.

The same script was repeated again.

However, the situation of the two people changed from offense to defense.

After Djorakol Mihawk refined Night into a black sword, it was no longer him who was suppressed, but Rosen.

"This is defeat."

"Remember it, Rosen."

"But I think you will never forget it for the rest of your life."

Djorakol Mihawk's eyes flashed with scarlet light, and the black sword Night, wrapped in the domineering aura, rushed straight to Rosen's neck like a black lightning that penetrated the sky.

The battle of swordsmen rarely lasted for days and nights.

It is often determined in a very short time.

Even.

It can determine life and death in an instant.

Once the relationship between the strong and the weak is reversed, the victory and defeat and life and death will also be revealed.

This has happened countless times in the battles that Djorakol Mihawk has experienced in the past.

Those opponents who were originally stronger than him often reversed life and death and victory and defeat in an instant after he grew and became stronger.

It was like this in the past.

It is also like this now.

This is the proud spirit of the great swordsman who can forge the world's strongest black sword.

Bang

Under the eagle eyes of Djorakol Mihawk, who seemed to have seen victory, the black sword Night drew a thrilling trajectory and slashed at Rosen's neck obliquely.

The Armament Haki and Conqueror Haki wrapped around the blade burst out together, turning into a lightning-like slashing wave, engulfing Rosen's body.

After the blow, he drew his sword and retreated, turning around to find his boat that was swept away to an unknown place when the battle was about to break out.

As for Rosen.

Djorakol Mihawk didn't look at him again.

Because when the Conqueror Haki slashing wave engulfed his whole body, the two slashing waves that had been attacking him from the front and back also burst out at the same time, squeezing him into a ball and drowning him in the sea.

Three slashing waves.

Each blow can split the earth, break the mountains, and cut the sea.

The power of the joint forces can cut through anything.

At this moment.

Djorakol Mihawk reacted just like he did in the past battles, when he successfully surpassed his opponent, reversed the outcome, and gave his enemy a defeat.

He no longer looked at the loser.

Just like ants, he could not remember them one by one.

He would no longer consider those who were defeated by his sword as opponents, let alone look at them more.

This is Djorakol Mihawk.

This is the world's most powerful swordsman.