One Piece My Son is White Beard

"Sword"

The eagle is deeply sorghum, and the heart is boiling, but his hands holding the sword is very stable.

I haven't had this feeling for a long time, that is, I see the excitement above the sword.

In this world, there is too long to have an enemy, and only when he is fighting with the redhead, he can really drip.

Unfortunately, the red-haired swordsman can not really be truly with him.

But in Mu Feng, he felt a long-lost pressure, even until now he still can't feel the breath of Mu Feng.

His intuition tells him that Mufeng is a pure sword.

Mu Feng looked at him and helplessly laughed.

"Sword, I have long, I have no need there."

He said, I want to turn his head, "Ece, help me find a long-distance thing, just anything."

"What does he meant?

"It seems to say that you don't need a sword, but he faces the world's first big sword, which is really good."

"The first time I saw such a big person, I will die, I will die."

The crowd attitude is different.

After a while, Alce came back, holding a branch who had just folded in his hand.

"Lao Master, can this?"

The branches are not long, only half of rice, can be seen that it has just been folded, and the leaves are also covered with two fingers.

"Almost use."

Mu Feng took over and let Alce returned.

Lake the leaves, Mu Feng smiled and smiled, "Come on."

The eagle eye is silent for a few seconds, slightly anger, "this battle, I gamble about all the honors of the swords, I hope you can seriously take the right, even if you don't have a sword, there is also a big fast knife in the hands of Soab. Eleven workers, you can use you for use. "

After his reminder, Sauon stunned, and quickly lifted the words in his hand, "Mu Feng predecessors, I can borrow the sword to you, he is a no big fast knife, only a branch is too reluctant. "

Mu Feng's face is calm, "I am very serious now, there is Mihok, why do you think that I am not a sword in my hands?"

The eagle is angered, "how the tree branch is sword"

When it comes to this, he is a whole person, and then gently shock, caught in contemplation.

"What are they talking about?

"I don't know, the white-haired guy said that the branches in his hand are really no problem with his mind."

"Don't say this, just he doesn't point to the green algae, he is a master that is unliked, and this must be deeply."

"Tree branches are swords" Sauub frown shrink, but in his realm, it is far from understanding the true meaning of this sentence, just a fog.

Silent for half a minute, the eagle is recaping, this time, his eyes resume calm, even the original sharp converges a bit.

"Being taught, but also be careful, the realm of the sword does not represent the actual strength. I used to fight in the new world and the swords than my strong battle, although he is very understanding of the sword, let the world are isolated Too long, the actual combat is finally killed. I can't get my hand with the master of this master. "

Mu Feng laughed, "The understanding is still good. About my strength, you don't have to worry, you will attack it."

The eagle is no longer talking, his eyes are vertical, and the momentum climbed into the top 1 peak in an instant.

The sword is clear, and it is, I have seen the sky, I don't know when I don't know when the clouds are covered.

Everyone onlookers spread through the body, and many people have dacked in this sword.

The top of the One Piece is rushing in domineering, and even the sky can tear the sky.

The domineering of the eagle is not a top, but his swords can do a similar effect.

Then, the black knife points to the horizon, and people who can insist on see that a sword is sufficient to cut off the sky, and then the Mu Feng is heading.

Black knife night

The fierce sword is crazy to the extreme, and it is terrible to get the ultimate. If it is shining, I am afraid that the entire island must be divided into two.

The face of Solaron is shameful in this moment. "This is the real strength. This is the world's first big sword."

"The old man" Ess also can't help but worry.

He has had confidence in Mu Feng, and he has been shaken after seeing the eagle eye.

The world's top strong, surpass his current cognition.

Only use a branch to fight, is it too big?

Mu Feng looked up, in front of this Sword, his body is so small, the clothes are stuck in the body, even the coast of the distance, due to the impact of this sword, the surge .

Then, Mu Feng moved.

He used the most common branches in his hand to grew it in this tear of the sky, it is the simplest thorn.

All people who saw this thorns seem to be jumped, and the branches collided with the swords, and then the thrilling swords were scored in the moment, and they did not pick up a little.

Solaron has widened eyes and cannot be confident.

Even if he has just learned this stab, this gap is too much.

This is still not finished. At the same time, while the sword is torn, the fancy of the eagle appears. He is killed by this sword, and the black knife is smashed, and the cold of death is.

His sword is anxious and fast, coupled with just that the sword is, there is no time to react at all.

But Mu Feng's expression has not changed, because he is thorny, in addition to torn the sword, the rest of the eye is going to the left heart of the eagle.

Looking far away, like Mufeng, a thorn, not only torn sword, and there is still a hiking eye.

Too nature, it is too kind.

The forehead of the eagle appears cold sweat, Mu Feng's tree branch, in his eyes, is in your eyes, and the appearance of the mind in the mind is worn out by a sword.

It will definitely, your knife can not be in the other side, will fall first.

He bite his teeth and strived against defense.

A brief and bright swager, the figure of the eagle brushed Mu Feng.

The onlookers have no one to see their actions.

Mu Feng turned and turned, and the branches were tidy down.

A drop of fresh blood.

"It's great, in the swordsman, I can block my thorns, this world is the second, and the last name is Miyamoto."

The hawk's pupil is miniature, and suddenly turned.

His left heart, a little blood overflow, a half-inch wound appeared, if you have a deep number, he will be worn by a sword.

But he didn't have time to keep these, but in your heart, he wandered.

Miyamoto Musashi has heard that it is more early, even more early, even more generations, and heard the world's first big sword.

He and the Palace of Mujie have passed his hand. Who is he?