The center of the royal city has been completely damaged, and there are traces left by the slash everywhere. The hard and solid house seems to be worse than a piece of tofu in front of the scattered sword energy.

Only two afterimages were seen moving rapidly in the center of the battlefield, colliding fierce sparks from time to time, and the flying sword lights tore into gullies on the ground, outlining the ground into crisscrossing chessboard shapes.

The war between the pirates and the fur tribe has ceased. It was not because they were shocked by the battle between the two, but because if they were not careful, they might be strangled by the aftermath of the battle at any time.

"Are you kidding? Are all newcomers so strong nowadays? I admit that Apophis is strong. At least he defeated the big pirate like the leader Qingjiao, but where did that man with a sharp look like an eagle come out, and he can compete with Apophis!"

"That guy is named Jorakel Mihawk, who is also a newcomer who has not long been in the new world, but he is not an unknown person. When he was on Mizushi Island, he defeated the fifth team captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, Fujian Bista!"

"It's really terrible. I never thought that swordsmanship could be so powerful. I regret not practicing swordsmanship back then. Otherwise, there might be an extra powerful swordsman on this sea!"

"Dream back and do it..."

Listening to the discussions of the crowd around him, even if he was reluctant, Kinemon had to admit that the sword skills of the two people in the battle were probably not too far away from the legendary sword saint of the Kingdom of Nobu!

"According to Wanda and the others, Apophis and the swordsman named Mihawk should have not fought for a long time, and both sides were seriously injured. They were completely desperate to fight!"

The cat viper's eyes could keep up with the battle trajectory of the two, so he could see the wounds on their bodies, and asked fearfully, "Does these two people have an endless hatred?"

Lei Zang shook his head, "We haven't been going to sea for a long time and don't know much about the outside world."

Kinemon took a deep breath and said, "It's obvious that Apophis can burst out such a terrible force. If I want to kill him, I can only betray the honor and belief of the samurai."

"After all, as a criminal minister, I have no right to talk about those things. Only by using the blood of the enemy and his own head can we cleanse the shame!"

"Kinemon, you are planning to..."

Kinemon's eyes were firm, "He was suffering heavy damage from his lower body. Only with one blow, can he suddenly start to kill the swordsman when he fights the swordsman to the point of exhaustion!"

"Even if the attack cannot work, the swordsman on the opposite side will not miss this opportunity. As long as he can avenge Lord Momonosuke, it doesn't matter who kills Apophis!"

...

At this moment, Apophis in the battle had forgotten everything around him, and only Mihawk's existence was in his eyes.

I have to say that although Hawkeye is not the strongest opponent he has met, he is the strongest swordsman he has met. In his early twenties, his swordsman has surpassed most people.

If he had full strength, he would have the confidence to suppress the other party, but with simple swordsmanship, he was still slightly weaker than Hawkeye.

Fortunately, Hawkeye has not yet obtained the world's strongest black sword. His weapon advantage has allowed Apophis to win a game back.

"What a strange weapon. Although the sharp blade is only above ordinary fast swords, the faint breath can confuse people's minds and is worthy of being the legendary demon sword!" Mihawk swung his sword and slashed across the road, and the huge slash wave cut all the buildings along the way into powder.

"It won't work for you!" Apophis said concisely, shattering the slash wave, then brought a stream of light under his feet, jumping up in the air and falling down quickly.

"Your sword is probably not much different than the most famous demon sword, Gui Ke, the first generation of the first generation of Gui Ke." Mihawk lifted the big sword that was crossing his chest and blocked the opponent's jumping. The terrifying power was transmitted to the ground, and the cracks quickly spread in all directions like spider webs.

With the sword on his way up, Mihawk aimed at Apophis who was picked up and slashed hard, and his sharp energy came roaring.

Apophis slashed out a red sword light, and gently stepped in the air, landing steadily on the ground.

Then, the moment they stepped on the ground, the two men disappeared again and quickly collided in the exploded dust mist.

If it were the saying about the game in that world, the swordsman had high attack, high agility, low defense. For example, Apophis and Mihawk's physique are not only not weak, but can be classified as monster level one. However, compared with their super attacks, the defense brought by the physique is not enough.

Every collision is like a dance on the tip of a knife. The crisis of death is always lingering, and physical exhaustion is second. The key is that the huge mental pressure will make people breathless.

Therefore, a battle like that that can fight for days and nights may be suitable for those who are capable and those who are physically powerful, but for top-level swordsmen, the winner can be decided in a few minutes.

"This is the first time since I went to sea that I have encountered a strong man like you!" Mihawk jumped out of the battle circle, slashed the sword downward, and actually divided the center of the royal city into two.

"So I." Apophis rushed up to the slash wave, like a stubborn stone in the river, dividing the solid slash wave directly.

"The strong should use the etiquette of the strong." Mihawk said, the armed domineering aura and the sword blade perfectly merged, as if he had transformed the broad sword in his hand into a black knife from the root.

The "Black Knife" does not look sharp and does not have a brilliant edge, but it is as thick and solid as the earth. When it comes to dance towards Apophis, there is a low roar of wind and thunder, as if even the atmosphere cannot bear the terrible pressure.

"Can all swords turn into black swords?" Apophis sighed in his heart as the other party's domineering application of armed eroticism, but his movements were not at all slow.

The blood-colored coat floated and condensed onto the blade, making the Seven-Star Sword look like forged in blood, and the armed domineering aura lingers on it, adding a hint of heavy weight to the evil spirit.

boom!

As the air waves flew, the soil fell like raindrops, and the blood blade and the black knife intertwine with the word "cross", and the stalemate could not be reached.

At this time, a few figures suddenly jumped into the dust and mud rain, each of them rushed towards Apophis with a decisive look on their faces.

The two of them were Kinemon who were raiding. It was a blow that burned their lives. Even if they could not cause any damage to Apophis, they could still break the balance between Apophis and Mihawk.

However, the scene they saw at the last moment of their lives was a blood blade and a black knife slashing towards them.

Kinemon couldn't believe it until the moment he died. Didn't you fight to the death before? Why did you help each other in a blink of an eye? Could this battle be a trap set against them?

Everyone in the distance was also a little stunned, as if they had not yet come back to their senses from the successive changes.

"Mihawk, you..." Cat Viper asked in shock and anger.

"This is a battle between me and him. Those who dare to intervene are all enemies." Mihawk explained concisely.

"Are you still fighting?" Apophis asked casually.

"Forget it, the interest in the competition has been destroyed by those guys. Let's talk about it next time!" Mihawk waved his hand in a leisurely manner and turned around and left with great ease.
Chapter completed!