The sudden words made Mihawk's eyes flash with surprise. In that moment, the broad blade of the Zhanmadao was already in front of him.
"Slash!"
The black saber quickly rose and blocked in front of him, clashing with the Zhanmadao.
Sparks flew as a huge force erupted. Mihawk's feet dragged on the ground, and he couldn't help but take a big step back.
Agson laughed and swung his Zhanmadao, creating wreaths as he stepped forward.
His whole body's attack was majestic, and the wind blew as he moved. He was like a ferocious beast, shocking everyone.
The black saber met the Zhanmadao again in the blink of an eye. Every time they clashed, the wind would surge in all directions.
"Zhanmadao, Zhanmadao's Tail!"
Blue light flashed as Agson's aura was like a rainbow. His attacks were like a mountain torrent, erupting and attacking Mihawk again and again.
"Zhanmadao's Bone!"
"Zhanmadao's Beard!"
The continuous attacks forced Hawkeye to retreat quickly.
In about ten seconds, he had already retreated to the mouth of the coast. Layers of waves crashed on the ground, splashing up layers of water mist.
Just as he was about to step into the sea, Mihawk suddenly stopped, and a fierce light burst out of his eyes.
"Even the storm has its end!
"Behind the strong, there are times when weakness is exposed!"
His black saber turned and swept out a long black arc in the void. The saber cut through the night sky, leaving behind a distorted air.
In the night, a flash of light appeared and disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it reached Agson's neck.
The latter's laughter came to an abrupt end. His expression changed as he looked up and bent back, barely dodging the attack.
At the same time, his sharp senses allowed him to keep stepping on the ground and quickly retreat.
"You've used up all your strength. You can't take this breath.
"You're going to lose!"
Hawkeye Mihawk's voice came indifferently.
He bent his knees and waved his black saber again and again, stirring up the breeze in the air.
Agson took big steps back. The black lightning in front of him flashed quickly, and each time it was only a centimeter away from him, slashing continuously.
The Dragonslaying Saber in his hand was unable to be turned around in time, and he was still maintaining the same posture he had used to strike Mihawk.
Hawkeye's attack rhythm was quite tight, as if he was playing a game of chess, step by step, and at this time, it was time to close the chessboard.
As Agson retreated, his situation became more and more dangerous. It was like a duel on a high mountain, being forced to the edge of the cliff step by step. Just a little bit more and he would be smashed to pieces.
The black lightning continued to wantonly meander forward, getting closer and closer to Agson each time.
Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on Agson's forehead. He tried to use his Dragonslaying Saber to block the attack several times, but every time he tightened his grip on the hilt of the saber, his Qi would be scattered by Hawkeye's next attack, making it impossible for him to use it again.
Just like that, for dozens of seconds, Agson retreated three hundred meters, leaving a trail of footprints on the ground.
His aura was already in a mess, and the rhythm of the battle was a complete mess.
In the distance, the expressions of Lo Chen's group changed.
"Agson's swordsmanship has definitely reached a miraculous level, but he seems to be lacking something."
Jason was puzzled.
He had a vague feeling that on the surface, Agson and Hawkeye should be at the same level, but if one looked a little deeper, there would be a huge gap.
It was this gap that gave Jason this strange feeling.
Lo Chen's eyes flickered. He naturally knew where this feeling came from.
To be precise, Agson wasn't himself, but a clone he'd created after his death. Even though they were both powerful, there was still a gap between his strength and when he was alive.
Just as he'd said to Hawkeye, he was already dead.
Up ahead, the battle between the two continued.
At this point, Hawkeye had completely suppressed Agson. After retreating fifty steps, Agson forcibly stopped himself from retreating. He forced himself to take a deep breath and swung his Dragonslaying Saber.
"Profound Dragonslaying Technique, Dragonslaying God!"
"Roar!"
He gripped the Dragonslaying Saber tightly and swung it fiercely.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a dragon's soul roaring inside the Dragonslaying Saber. Behind Agson, an azure dragon that was hundreds of meters long and as thick as a bucket coiled its body. It roared at the sky, its red eyes ferociously staring at Hawkeye.
Sensing the momentum of this attack, Mihawk also gripped his saber with both hands. His eyes were sharp as he suddenly jumped up and attacked with both hands.
All of a sudden, the giant dragon stretched out its body and bit forward.
At the same time, Mihawk attacked.
"Whoosh!"
Like a gentle breeze, the dragon's roar was mixed in. The two quickly passed each other and then stood with their backs to each other.
"Drip!"
The sound of water dripping to the ground was heard. Mihawk slowly sheathed his saber, sheathed it on his back, and turned around.
Agson's body suddenly trembled. Large drops of blood fell from his body. He leaned the Dragonslaying Saber in front of him and turned around to face Hawkeye.
Hawkeye saw a deep cut made by the Dragonslaying Saber. The bloody wound from his chest to his abdomen was a shocking sight.
This was a cut that would have cut him open completely. Agson's blood quickly seeped out of his body, making one's scalp tingle.
"He lost!"
Terensu said regretfully.
"Haha, it's normal."
Lo Chen wasn't surprised.
"You lost, Agson!"
Hawkeye said in a deep voice.
"No, I didn't lose, Hawkeye."
Ageson suddenly laughed. His injuries were very serious, but he was still able to laugh at this moment.
Oh, no. To be precise, it was Lo Chen who was slowly walking over who was laughing.
His hand began to reach for the pitch-black sword on his back, but his hand trembled.
The Seven Star Sword seemed to have received some kind of summons. With a buzz, it automatically entered his palm and was grasped by him.
"Your battle was very exciting, but it wasn't my full strength, nor was it my Sword Dao.
You're very strong, Mihawk. You aroused my desire to fight. "
After a few steps, Lo Chen had already arrived in front of Mihawk.
At this moment, Mihawk's pupils contracted.
He was shocked to find that the two people in front of him had been speaking the same words since just now. Even the time, frequency, and speed of their words were the same.
It was as if they were spoken by the same person!
"Is that so?"
He didn't directly ask the answer to this question. Instead, he held the Dragonslaying Saber and stared at Lo Chen with sharp eyes.
"Hum!"
The Seven-Star Sword, which was not the slightest different from any of the swords in One Piece's world, jumped happily in Lo Chen's hand, vibrating and making a sword sound.
In the next second, the pitch-black longsword with the Big Dipper carved on it turned and pointed directly at Mihawk.
"Let's fight!"
"Hawkeye Mihawk!"
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