One Piece: Hundreds of Millions of Times the Experience Increase

214, want to die, fulfill you!

　　Purple scales cover the blade of the stone jade, like a natural scabbard.

　　The pulp remaining in the fish scales turns into a reddish gas in the next instant, which is absorbed by the leaves, adding silkiness to the lavender.

　　Scarlet blood.

　　The flying zone grabbed the scythe and swung it a few times.

　　The insanity in his eyes didn't go away.

　　The whole person seems to be swallowed by the darkness, and the figure becomes: blurred.

　　The whistling sound of the scythe as it was swung was as harsh as the roar of a ghost.

　　The Diaphragm is one of the seven legendary ninja swords circulated in the Mist Ninja Village.

　　It is considered the most terrifying of the seven knives and can "kill" while grabbing their chakra

　　opponent.

　　As the number of swallowing chakras increases, the mouth grows and grows to a certain extent.

　　Being able to show a certain level of emotion is a veritable "living knife"

　　It is because of feelings that the persimmon shark, which can only break free from Xia Ming's hands, has psychological and resistance through the restoration of the cypress tree. Even if the restoration of the cypress tree is put on hold, it will not work, and it will even backfire to restore Baitong and devour him. 's chakra.

　　Knowing this, there is no need to worry about the threat the long knife poses to him.

　　Even the... ghostly man took a lot of time to tame the knife after he grabbed it.

　　It is absolutely impossible to get through a cypress restoration in a few days.

　　Even though he knew that the blade in Xiu Bingtong's hand was related to the diaphragm, he had no fear at all.

　　When he first entered the Shaw organization, he was already working with the ghost, because the flesh was cursed and the diaphragm couldn't absorb it from him.

　　The chakra is not only the diaphragm, but the only survivor of the evil god for many years, the main body of the flying part ignores any special effect of the blade, so the grasshopper's sword only becomes when it encounters the blade: dull.

　　The scarlet three-leaf sickle fell violently, and under the pressure of Xiaoling, the rain continued to chant.

　　The fluttering face was red and seemed very excited.

　　He waved his hand almost aimlessly.

　　The scythe, the thin arm seems to hide infinite power, which can be easily repaired by suppressing. This is not to say that there is no power to fight back, it is just that the attack is completely ineffective.

　　No matter how many times the pulp was cut, he could only leave a shallow scar on his body.

　　As the number of hits increased, the traces became lighter and lighter, until at the end, with a full blow, Xiubo could only leave undetectable white microprints on his body, as if the flying body segment had been: Suffering such an attack will never forget, the automatic general resistance cannot stop the scythe.

　　Xia Ming tried his best to stop it, without using the one-minute unloading technique.

　　This has nothing to do with the strong arm strength of the flying part.

　　The scythe was constantly swung, causing a deadly storm that was unavoidable and could only be barely lifted.

　　The sword is parrying.

　　The repeated attacks have been on: keep slashing.

　　An unskilled attack method is like swinging a scythe with an axe, but inadvertently causes a "swallow back"

　　Attack effect.

　　Obviously, it belongs to absolute power and absolute skill, but at the moment they have something in common.

　　Xia Ming felt like he was back when he was studying Yan Fu. Facing the sword style of Kojiro Sasaki, he did not fight back against Tang Yin.

　　The village is a village known as the "Forgotten War Village"

　　The Little Tolerance Village.

　　Xia Ming was born in such a place.

　　This is a village rich in natural resources.

　　Without ninjas it becomes redundant, so a large number of ninjas become civilians again.

　　The ninja's flight section is very eager for war, because he can only experience the stimulating deep marrow feeling, quiet, calm, like a pool of stagnant water without any waves, and his inner anxiety is almost painful.

　　Day after day, year after year suicide The sane rope in my head was finally unable to withstand the increasing pressure.

　　On the day the sky fell, Fat Duan began to fight against the people in his village.

　　He has no mercy for anyone, he is ruthless, almost cruel.

　　Ultimately, this method of killing angered the retired Tang people, who fought back in the face of this seemingly crazy young generation.

　　However, Donnie, who has been tired of peaceful life for a long time, whose fighting skills are almost forgotten by the brain, how can they become the opponents of their opponents? Forget the pain.

　　In that moment of relaxation, the flying part brought unimaginable energy to the average person! Not an opponent, no, not even eligible to compete.

　　Zhongren, Shangren, and even the leader of Tang Yincun, an old man who taught flying ninjutsu, died easily at his hands, without leaving a drop of blood.

　　He laughed, smashed the old man's head into pieces, bleeding to the ground, and remained silent.

　　"It's too easy.

　　I think that would be more exciting.

　　It turned out to be boring.”

　　Kicked the sword in front of him and sat on the ground with his hips, feeling a little bored of himself.

　　The pungent smell of blood attracted many flies, and these ugly bugs also seemed to sense the danger of the person in front of them and avoided him.

　　"Who can talk to me"

　　Fatty raised his head and asked, his voice was a little hoarse, and the harsh voice echoed in the night sky.

　　No one answered him, because all the people in the village died at his hands, and no one escaped.

　　"Yes, it was killed by me"

　　Tangyin Village is not a strange little place.

　　The incident spread quickly, and the Flying Division became a class rebellion overnight, fleeing in pursuit of bounty hunters and exiled ninjas.

　　Although very powerful, the flying zone is an enduring stamina that has never been seen on the battlefield a few times.

　　Under these endless traps and tactics, he was badly wounded, clothed, and had slick short silver hair piled all the time.

　　Waiting silently for his death.

　　A middle-aged man with a black book approached the airfield.

　　He subconsciously wanted to attack, but after losing two-thirds of his body's blood, he couldn't even move.

　　"Is that Mr. Xia Ming?"

　　"This guy is so annoying.

　　If you want a bounty, go for it! I'm having a real headache.

　　"Are you interested in joining our denomination? You must be the best believer"

　　What is a sect believer, is it a monk? I don't want to be that kind of person "The core of the doctrine is killing!"

215, explosive power! ?

　　Surprisingly, this sect isn't a good thing, but it's really good for me.

　　"teach what"

　　"Golden religion, if you say evil god, you can."

　　"I joined, but I'm dying"

　　"Don't worry, we've developed a habit recently.

　　Don't worry about serious injury.

　　Mr. Fat End, you will be the first user."

　　"drink!"

　　Xia Ming worked hard and swept Xiaoling dozens of meters.

　　From the standpoint of combat alone, this move is undoubtedly a failure.

　　Xia Ming got rid of his own strong wind, defeated Xiu Baitong, and escaped.

　　After that constant tangle of trap air flow, the risk of repairs going through is greatly increased.

　　"You should have stronger action.

　　Use them and let me kill you."

　　I glanced at the edge of the scythe blade, but found no blood.

　　After the enemy has passed, there will be a pause, and then the ceremony can be held.

　　Xia Ming waved the poem gently, frowning even more.

　　This... scythe is made of unknown materials.

　　It hit Shi Yu without falling into the wind.

　　On the contrary, after cutting off the flies a few times, all ten leaves were weakened.

　　Extrapolating from the current combat intensity, the rain will be interrupted within a minute.

　　This time, there will be no ordinary damage.

　　The muscles sealed in the knife have not completely obeyed Xia Ming.

　　Seize this opportunity, although Xia Ming put more than ten seals on it is enough, but it still wants to escape.

　　Suppressed it, but not strong enough to repair the blade.

　　How long can Xia Ming, without a sword, hold the hock and the sickle is cut off, and the sharp blade cuts off the purple robe.

　　A little more can cut off Xiaoling's left arm Xia Ming holds the knife and looks at the flying part, but his eyes are a little loose, and the focus of his eyes does not fall on the flying part.