This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

He suddenly looked up.

The resolute side face slowly outlined an intoxicating and hearty smile, and the deep voice echoed in the wind and sand.

"According to the legend, the symbolic national flower of Wano Country, which inherits the unrivaled way of swordsmanship, is the cherry blossom."

The strong wind blew his fluttering black hair into disorder, and the days of fighting and fighting made his face vicissitudes, and the stubble on his chin was even more profound.

His eyes exuded a sharp light like a knife, hot and gorgeous!

"Under the beautiful cherry blossom trees, many souls belonging to Bushido are buried."

"But in the legend, the beautiful cherry blossoms were originally snow-white. Those warriors who failed to fulfill their ambitions chose to end their lives under their favorite cherry blossom trees..."

"The bright red blood seeped into the soil and dyed the petals of the cherry blossoms red."

"The redder the petals of the cherry blossoms, the more dead souls there are under the cherry blossom trees..."

Having said that, Alder smiled again.

"-Is he injured too badly and has become stupid... G!!" Rao G exclaimed exclaiming in a pompous pose.

"It's just a dying struggle." Delinger sneered.

"It's really pitiful..." The other two sneered.

At this time, Alder's voice sounded again, he acted like no one else, as if he didn't see the enemy in front of him, he was just talking to himself:

"However, the flowering period of cherry blossoms is really too long."

"I still prefer another kind of flower... A person's life is short, so as long as he is alive, he should bloom warmly and brilliantly!!"

A shocking bloodstain overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he slowly pulled out the knife at his waist.

It was a long-cherished knife.

Although it is not a priceless and famous knife, and it is not even close to the sequence of Liang Kuai knife, it is his favorite knife.

The blade dragged the scabbard, but there was a clanging sound.

The faces of the four Don Quixote family cadres, including Gladius, changed drastically, and their pupils contracted tightly, as if they had seen some terrifying scene.

In the reflection of their pupils, a crimson... fire light gradually jumped up!

That "Wind Swordsman" Alder, the knife drawn from the scabbard...is not a blade, but a flame! !

Like the flames that burn the city! !

how can that be! ?

And as Alder pulled out the burning knife, his face suddenly turned pale, and the blood on the corner of his mouth became deeper and more terrifying.

His body trembled again, crumbling, but the hand holding the knife was as steady as Mount Tai!

"Come on... you scum of Don Quixote..."

He laughed loudly, showing his blood-stained teeth.

"I am Lieutenant Colonel Alder of the Navy Headquarters!"

"In the name of Navy 'hero' Ron, you are under arrest!"

The exuberant flame burns hot on the blade,

His figure also seemed to be burning.

My burial place is up to me to choose!

At least, this desolate wilderness is not enough to bury "Gallery"!

He gripped the knife tightly.

Head on! !

Boom! !

The flames... soared into the sky!

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10 minute later.

Embers of flames were still lingering on the ground, and amidst the billowing gunpowder smoke, a bruised figure stood on the scorched ground like a dead branch.

In front of him was a huge scorched black sword mark, spreading hundreds of meters, hidden in the distant mountains.

The corpses of the four Don Quixote family cadres were lying around, and the inconceivable look and indescribable astonishment still lingered in their eyes.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and the knife in the lieutenant colonel's hand shattered inch by inch, turning into countless fragments and scattered on the ground.

Alder's sluggish body shook, as if his dissipated soul was awakened by the sound of a knife splitting.

He moved his bloody body with difficulty, walking on the ground like a mummy.

He never told anyone,

The knife I bought back when I became a lieutenant colonel in the headquarters actually has a name.

Ron asked himself the name of the knife, but he didn't tell him.

He looked at the handle of the knife in his hand, at the scorching sword mark in front of him, and suddenly laughed very happily.

You are really strong, Lieutenant General Huoshaoshan.

Sword name, Epiphyllum.

He walked slowly,

go all the way

go all the way

Blood made a path behind him.

He finally came to the sea.

His own boat has sunk.

He sat on the ground, facing the sea.

The blood-red sunset dyed the sea red.

With the sea breeze blowing, watching the ebb and flow of the tide on the coast, a gentle smile gradually overflowed on the blood-stained face.

It seems that this place is not bad as the burial place of my Gale Wind Swordsman, right?

He thought so.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help my father and mother wash the dishes one more time.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Swish!

Suddenly, the sea in front of him swelled suddenly.

A figure sprang out from the raging and exploding waves.

Alder froze for a moment and opened his eyes.

boom!

A fist hit his abdomen heavily, making his face pale, as if he had been hit hard.

The severe pain made his mouth open subconsciously.

Then something was stuffed into his mouth.

The entrance is a stench... the smell is like shit.

Just as he was about to make a move, a deep voice rang in his ear.

"Okay, I saw your knife, it's very handsome."

"Now, let me swallow it!"

"You can't die, your mother is waiting for you to go back and wash the dishes."

Alder was startled, and then the man pushed forward with his hand!

Gollum!

The shit-like thing was swallowed directly into the stomach.

next moment--

"Ron you bastard!! You feed me shit!?"

"I'm fighting with you!!!"

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Chapter 127

The coast of a deserted island.

Two men, also in military uniform, sat unpretentiously on the sand.

"Ahem..." Alder coughed violently, his face was flushed, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"You bastard...what the hell did you stuff in my mouth..."

He wanted to pick his throat, but he retched several times but couldn't vomit it out.

Ron sat beside him, and Alder's breath, which was as weak as a dead man, gradually stabilized in his domineering perception, and he felt a little at ease.

He let out a long breath of foul breath, touched the pocket of his military uniform, and took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from it.

Cigarettes have been soaked in seawater for a long time and rotted.