The Arrogant And High-Profile History Of The Pirate’s Richest Man

"Damn it Damn it Damn it Damn it Damn it..."

Blenheim talked to himself as he attacked like crazy, his eyes crimson obviously collapsed.

He must stab this pervert to death!

But the other party didn't know what was going on, and avoided his attack time and time again, without even touching the root hair.

Coupled with the various verbal stimulation of this pervert, even if Blenheim is the captain of the ninth division of the famous Whitebeard Pirates, the strong man killed from the sea of ​​blood, the mentality has been blown up.

"The Murloc Karate·Forehand."

Namul rushed forward, joining the battle with murderous aura.

Whether it's him or Blenheim, the mood is the same.

"Hip-hop~"

"Good risk, good risk!"

A flash of red light flashed in Ivankov's eyes, predicting Muir's attack in advance, and leaning back on the spot with his hands on the ground, the proud weapon on his chest was swaying back and forth.

If this posture is changed to another woman, as long as it is normal, it will be pleasing to the eye.

Ivankov could be replaced by an invisible weapon, almost blinding Namur and Blenheim.

Huh!

Blenheim found a chance, his long knife was shining with cold light, and he jumped high and fell in one fell swoop, aiming at Ivankov's heart.

In the end it failed.

As Ivankov twisted his waist unbelievably, the long knife passed by just right.

Ivankov flipped several backflips in succession, standing on the ground looking at Namur and Blenheim, touching his forehead without cold sweat, and patted the swaying fleshy ball in his heart. It was completely lingering. .

"Good risk, good risk!"

Looking at Ivankov's pretentious posture, Blenheim and Namur gritted their teeth and grinned their faces, rushing to the heavenly cover with a mouthful of blood, wishing to destroy the world.

Flutter~

Puffs of steam began to surround Ivankov, rising continuously to raise his body temperature.

This is the return of entering life.

Namur and Blenheim are also the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates, and there is still a lot of pressure when they join forces.

Had it not foreseen the future, I would have knelt already.

"The battle has just begun now."

Ivankov grinned very pervert, his nails on his hands suddenly grew longer and shone cold.

"Death winks!"

His eyes widened and blinked suddenly, and the space was torn in an instant, and an explosive shock wave raged, tearing the surface of the ground and leaving the broad road to Blenheim and Namur.

The two are not ordinary people.

One after another, they rushed out of the smoke of the explosion, rushing from left to right, leaving the afterimages to kill towards Ivankov.

"Murloc Karate·Superimposed palm."

Namur roared and rushed to Ivankov first to launch an attack.

"Hip-hop!"

"Female hormones."

Ivankov's eyes flashed red, then he leaned forward to hide, and at the same time, his right hand pierced Namur's waist like lightning, even if the latter was covered by an armed color, it did not stop him.

A puff of liquid poured into his body, and Muir snorted.

After quickly separating from Namur, Ivankov faced the long knife swung by Blenheim. Fortunately, he predicted the trajectory of the attack in advance, so he supported the ground with one hand to control the rotation of his body. Mu's attack passed by.

The two sides fought each other in an instant.

"Death winks!"

The spiral explosion wave went infinitely, exploding again and again wherever it went.

After all the dust and smoke dissipated, a heart-piercing roar resounded across the sky.

"Shemale King, what did you do to me!"

Namur climbed up from the gravel and mud, looked at the meat ball that swelled rapidly on his chest, and broke the blue sleeves and white shirt. It was something females only had.

Subconsciously wiped to the crotch.

Something is shrinking rapidly, and finally disappears and sinks in.

The original garlic head has also gradually become feminine.

In just a few seconds, Namur changed from a male murloc to a female murloc.

The key is to be a little pretty.

But Namul's face turned green, and his teeth trembled while covering his crotch, tremblingly at Blenheim, who was gradually opening his mouth wide and dumbfounded.

The unknown premonition is getting deeper and deeper.

He didn't want to accept this reality.

"That... Namuel!"

Blenheim was really shocked.

He witnessed the transformation of his companions who had lived together for many years from a man to a woman.

Do not.

It should be a male murloc who transformed into a female murloc.

Suddenly.

He thought of the three sisters Marine.

Once the three Marine sisters were also men, but because of the evil hand of the Ladyboy King, they said goodbye to all men.

Eight Trigrams have been spread word of mouth to this day.

But Namur, who became a female murloc, has a special sense of surprise.

At this moment, Blenheim's heart beat.

"Shemale King, die for me!"

Namur was hysterical, shaking the pair of dangling weapons, and smashed towards Ivankov, completely losing his mind.

"I'm so embarrassed."

Ivankov looked scared and winked.

Perhaps because of anger, Namur's attack was extremely terrifying.

But~

puff! ! !

Blood squirted from his mouth and nose, and Namur kept his punching position, but Ivankov bent down to avoid it and hit Namur with a punch on the abdomen. The internal damage caused by Emission Haki made Namur retching on the spot. More than that, the body immediately lost control.

Kneeling on the ground with a bang, Muir fell in a pool of blood and couldn't breathe.

The irrational Namur was full of flaws.

What's more, Ivankov is also a master of predicting the future.

"Namuel."

Blenheim arrived at this time, but it was too late.

Attack immediately.

"Death winks."

Rumble!

The explosion hit the audience, and Namur rolled out like a ball, leaving Madara Madara Bloodline lying in the ruins along the way, unable to get up for a while.

As for Blenheim, he was lifted out to control his body, and after two traces of his feet were sunken in the ground, he was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and his face turned pale and he looked at Ivankov, who was full of steam.

This ladyboy pervert belongs to pervert, but the strength is extremely powerful.

He joined forces with Namuel, and he has always been at a disadvantage.

It can only be said that it is worthy of the responsibility of the richest group!

But now it is a mortal enemy.

Either you die or I live.

"kill!"

Blenheim's mouth is full of blood, murderousness spread all over his body, brave and invincible with the belief that he will win.

"Hip-hop~"

"Six Styles·Facial Afterimage·Death Finger Pistol!"

Facing the rushing Blenheim, Ivankov spread a lot of steam, disappeared suddenly and surrounded Blenheim, forming a large amount of afterimages, and then his nails grew like swords with cold light, and in an instant, he was densely poking towards Blenheim. go.

Ding Ding! !

Puff~

All the afterimages seemed to be real people, Blenheim's two fists were hard to beat four hands, and slowly blood holes began to appear on his body, and some of them could see the scenery behind him.

The pungent and bloody smell filled the air.

When the dust cleared, all the afterimages of Ivankov merged into one, and eventually became one person.

Tick!

The sound of water droplets came from the center, Blenheim was standing on the ground dripping with blood, and the surrounding ground was pitted, and Qiqiao stared at Ivankov bloody.

His body has been pierced through thousands of holes.

The vitality is fading fast.

Are you going to die?

The sight is gradually blurred.

As if his body was hollowed out, Blenheim eventually fell into a pool of blood until his breath gradually disappeared.

"Blenham."

The hysterical female voice was so full, Namul slowed down and looked at Blenheim in a pool of blood in disbelief.

He can feel it.

Blenheim has...

"I am going to kill you."

Namur was mad, unable to suffer such a blow when he lost his mind.

Even if he was turned into a female murloc, he had never been so angry.

"Hip hop!!!"

Ivankov turned around with one foot on the spot, looking at that Muir who charged up, his eyes widened suddenly, and he blinked vigorously.

"Death winks."

"Death winks!"

"Death winks!"

"..."

A series of explosions impacted and rendered the entire sky, and the surrounding ground collapsed and cocked, and billowing smoke and dust covered the audience for a long time.

Namur endured attacks from time to time, and looked at Ivankov unwillingly covered in blood.

"I'm waiting for you in hell."

"Hip-hop~ this is love!"

Ivankov was still dancing ballet, spinning, jumping and slowly leaving the battlefield.

And Namuel, falling in a pool of blood, gradually lost his breath. .

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