One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

Calculating carefully in her heart, Kureha shook her head: "No, it's a bit too risky."

Then she raised her head, looked at Arudo who was blinking at her, and smiled immediately: "Hey, big man. How about helping me find out where they are?"

"...Can you confirm the location?"

"Yes, as long as I know their specific location, I'm sure to kill them in an instant!" Kuleha didn't know when a throwing knife appeared in his hand, flying up and down on his fingertips.

"Isn't it just a wall, do you really think you're safe?!"

"It's not one side, but many sides..." Arudo corrected, but still nodded: "Okay, I'll try."

Among the people present, only he had the strongest defense. Everyone knew what kind of mentality Picker had in letting them go out. If he wanted to attract firepower, no one was suitable except himself.

"Either you just tell me where they are, or let them talk, it doesn't matter." Kureha said behind Arudo, and at the same time more throwing knives slid from the cuff to the palm of the hand. The throwing knives are neatly arranged in the palm, and the distance between each two is as if measured by a precision instrument, and there is no difference.

"Understood!"

Tell her where everyone is, so before the other person speaks, she can only look with her eyes.

Boom!

The thick big feet stepped on the stone slabs of the street, stepping on the slates into a circle of cobweb-like lines. Arudo stood in the middle of the road, and shouted loudly at the position where Pickle and the others were: "Come on, you rats! You, Master Arudo, are standing here today, you have the ability to shoot!"

"idiot!"

Seeing Arudo's arrogant appearance, Picker was so angry that one Buddha went out of his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. I was worried that killing the admiral would cause trouble, but now I don't care so much. Immediately, Pickle pointed the pistol at Arudo's forehead and pulled the trigger.

Boom...clang!

Driven by the gunpowder, the iron ball hit Arudo's forehead like a black lightning bolt in the blink of an eye. However, what followed was not the sound of water after the head was smashed, but a knock similar to iron.

Arudo tilted his head back,

The next moment, in the ghost-like eyes of Pickle and others, they slowly retracted. A bullet was inlaid... No, it was stuck on his pitch-black forehead, and the front half was crushed!

Lifting up three fingers, Arudo flicked away the bullet on his forehead: "How dare you go against the navy with this ability? You really don't know how to write the word dead!"

"Open... open, shoot! Shoot me and kill this monster!"

Picker yelled nervously, making everyone point their guns at Arudo. In the first half of the great route, domineering things are rare. Combined with Arudon's inhuman figure, Pickle was really frightened.

"Just in time!"

Arudo roared like thunder, and for the first time the results of his cultivation in the past six months were unreservedly displayed in front of everyone.

"Iron shoe and iron wall!"

hum!

The dangerous arrogance climbed up suddenly, wrapping around Arudo's whole body. Only a muffled sound was heard, and Arudo was completely shrouded in darkness on one side.

Well, half in the dark.

Because of the use of this trick, only the front half of Arudo's frontal attack is wrapped with armed domineering, and the rear part, let alone hardened, is not fully covered.

At a glance, it looks like a chocolate milk biscuit, with one side black and the other white.

However, although the appearance is a bit funny, the defensive power of this move is beyond doubt. Arudo used his huge body as a base, and used his body as a shield, combined with the defense brought about by the hardening of iron blocks and armed colors, ordinary strong people would not even think about defeating him head-on, let alone those small bullets.

bang bang bang!

Jingle!

The dense rain of bullets scattered on Arudo's body, splashing sparks one after another. Pickle and his men were really scared, there were monsters that couldn't even pierce bullets! Immediately, the speed of changing the bullets in his hands was a little faster.

But even so, Arudo still stood there firmly, letting the bullet lean on him. It wasn't until he, with his head buried, saw the throwing knives in Kureha's hands start to change positions, looking for the most suitable angle for exerting force, that he paused step by step and strode forward.

Kureha, who understood Arudo's meaning, did not say a word, and rushed behind Arudo, covered by splashing snowflakes, and her movements were not noticed by Pickle and others.

"Keep firing! I don't believe this monster can't be killed! Hit him on the neck!"

On the front of the human body, when the opponent is protecting his head, the neck and crotch are undoubtedly the most vulnerable places, and Pickle's arrangement is no problem. Because he can't let him shoot at the opponent's underpants covered with iron chains with all his strength, can he?

but!

Hearing Pickle's yell, Brother Jerome, who was hiding in the corner, couldn't help but look at each other, and asked at the same time, "Does Arudo have a neck?"

Sure enough, just after Pickle finished speaking, Arudo's angry roar sounded outside: "Then tell me, where is my neck, bastard!"

As a giant with a height of four meters, Arudo's figure is not the kind of realistic coordination. On the contrary, he is more in line with the weirdness of Oda's later style of painting after he is determined. Although not as ridiculous as Edward Weibull's legs, he has no neck!

And it has always been the point of his inferiority complex.

Pickel's words undoubtedly touched Arudo's X point. The gunpowder barrel was detonated immediately, and his steps turned into running. Arudo searched for the direction of the sound, and suddenly launched a charge.

Arudo's collision!

However, he had forgotten that Kureha was still hiding behind him! His run directly exposed Kureha.

Seeing the bullets flying around, Kureha was stunned. But she didn't move too slowly, she fell down on the ground in an instant, then raised her hand and threw several throwing knives out.

Whoosh!

Rows of silver-white lightning split the air, bringing up a string of snowflakes, and flew towards the enemy's position in an arc. But, separated by a wall.

Kureha is not Simon, nor is Wesley in the League of Assassins. Naturally, the throwing knife cannot make a 90° arc turn and hit the enemy, and there is also a lack of props to make them bounce and turn. Therefore, this time, Kuleiha will take the path of overcoming cleverness with strength.

Just like the throwing knife she threw when she fled from Luo Ya's hand, it was enough to blow people into scum.

Boom!

Crash!

The flying knife went through the window and hit the wall. Then, the wall explodes open, revealing the enemy hiding behind. The next moment, the throwing knife that shattered the wall continued unabated, piercing straight into the enemy's throat.

"...7, 8, 9. One more!" Kuleha silently counted in her heart, and quickly recalled the direction where the bullet came from just now. Shoot the special straight flying knife to another corner.

Then......

"what!"

The person hiding next to Pickle was killed by a flying knife protruding from his body. In front of him, the wall was intact, but at this moment there was a horizontal cut on it, and the cut was extremely smooth. )!!