Chapter 351
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With a flick of his wrist, his broadsword swept through the air like a terrifying whirlpool in the dark night. In an instant, the white light of the spear was extinguished, and the black fragments fell to the ground. Ya Erlin lightly lifted his foot and stepped into the air. The air beneath his feet cracked and shattered like a mirror. The sharp edges of the fragments spun and collided with the sharp fangs of the black blade with a crackling sound.
Mihawk stared unblinkingly at the cheek that was inches away from him. He tilted his head slightly, and the saber that was as tall as a man was as light as an embroidery needle. It flashed back like a butterfly and formed a cross in front of him. It was a strange contrast with the cross mark between Yarlin's eyebrows, dark and mysterious.
The cold murderous intent froze the air. Mihawk stepped on the black coffin. His feet spun and his entire body linked with the saber. A spot of black light pierced out like lightning. The windbreaker on his back seemed to be dancing with his steps. The round cloth was like a sharp blade that went straight for Yarlin's head.
"Snake Bone Stew!"
Yarlin's pupils constricted. His white cloak fluttered in the cold wind. His eyebrows seemed to have sunk inwards. However, there was a dangerous and strange look on his face. His chest suddenly flattened like a deflated air and swept backward like a piece of paper fluttering in the wind. The skin on his neck suddenly turned black. His entire head and face were covered in black fog. In an instant, it was as if the plump flesh and blood had transformed into a sketch of a human face drawn with a carbon pencil.
The texture of his flesh and blood turned into fine "lines" that elongated and extended. His neck seemed to have popped out from his neck cavity. Like a black snake, it bypassed the blade and went straight for Mihawk. The corners of his mouth opened and a sharp hissing sound came from his dark mouth. The black lines that spewed out were like a swarm of snakes that came out of their nest.
Covering Hawkeye's retina, the whole picture was full of horror and strange abstraction.
The black and white cloaks cut each other. The black blade wheel cut through the navy cloak, like a scorching mark, cutting the word "justice" in half. Then, together with the black blade, it cut through Yarlin's paper-thin chest, but it didn't cut a single piece of paper. On the contrary, the violent friction made a teeth-numbing sound, like someone was rubbing a blackboard with their fingernails. Sparks burst out from the chest and back of the same level.
"Have you used Marine's Rokushiki to this extent? As thin as paper, as hard as steel! " Mihawk raised his eyebrows slightly. The black blade that had slashed at Yarlin's chest made a half arc and slashed back horizontally. It swooped down from the back like an eagle's wings and chased after the hissing viper in front.
The blade turned back and even the sound was annihilated. Just as the snakes were about to stick to Mihawk's cheeks, the black light hit his face. Countless "black snakes" were cut in half. The black fluff drifted away and all the vitality was instantly killed. The soft black ash flowed down Mihawk's cheeks like water and fell on both sides of his collar.
Without the slightest pause, the blade in Mihawk's hand turned vertically 90 degrees and made a buzzing sound. The clouds in the sky quietly split into two, revealing a straight line.
Yarlin's head retracted. He shook his neck and made a crunching sound. His whole body tapped on the ground and took a few steps to open up the distance between him and Mihawk. At the same time, his right foot kicked the air like an iron whip. In an instant, the air seemed to collapse and split into nine parallel vacuum gaps.
The saber energy of the black saber collided with the vacuum that could shatter everything. Then, there was no sound at all. It was as if all sound was cut and crushed. The black and white energy slowly disappeared. At this moment, the surrounding air suddenly rippled with a circle of ripples. The broken clouds in the sky were cut into countless fragments. Only rain fell within a radius of this radius.
Mihawk stared coldly at Yarlin who was stepping on the air as if it was flat ground. At the same time, the blade stabbed at his back. A mirror that had solidified in the rain was pierced and exploded. The human shadow that had not yet solidified dissipated.
A figure on the merchant ship behind let out a muffled groan. Hot blood flowed down from the deep wound on his arm. The wound went from his wrist to his entire arm. The skin and flesh were as smooth as a mirror as it was cut open to both sides.
"Accelerated Healing!"
Another man dressed as a marine walked out of the cabin. His dark silver hair was like a lion's mane, hanging down to his heels. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the wound, and the flesh on the man's wound regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, it healed into a fresh red scar.
Mihawk's gaze swept past Arlen, and he noticed the inconspicuous merchant ship. His sharp eyes glanced at the shadow of the ship's cabin and retracted.
The exchange that seemed to have happened in an instant was actually extremely dangerous. The slightest bit of carelessness could have added a broken corpse to the surface of the sea. However, the two of them seemed to be completely unaware of it. Their gazes were still cold and emotionless. The air was deathly silent, and the sinister and sharp killing intent collided.
Yarlin's eyes narrowed slightly. His feet suddenly stepped back half a step. Hawkeye frowned. Sure enough, he heard Yarlin's strange laughter. "Oh, a black cross blade and a coffin ship. Is this one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Jorakol Mihawk? It's rude of me to recognize him. "
Mihawk was silent. He silently stared at Yarlin's hypocritical smile. He didn't answer, but he already understood Yarlin's meaning. He shook his wrist gently, shook off the blood on the tip of the blade, and then inserted it back into the scabbard.
"But it's not all my fault. Who would have thought that the Seven Warlords of the Sea would appear in the corner of the East China Sea entrance? I thought someone was impersonating him. Hahaha. " Yarlin said as he took off the broken cloak behind him and looked at it in his hand. He smiled and said, "Even the long arm of justice has been cut off. What a sharp black blade!"
Mihawk didn't say a word. He stared coldly at Arlen's shameless act of talking to himself. The broken cloak slipped from Arlen's hand and fell to the surface of the sea with a splash.
"It seems that another dangerous character has emerged in the Navy." Mihawk thought in his heart. He was not interested in continuing to watch Yarlin's performance. He didn't like this kind of hidden dialogue. The Navy opposite him exuded a cold and ruthless aura like a poisonous snake. He looked at Yarlin deeply for two seconds before the Black Coffin Ship backed away.
The smile on Yarlin's face disappeared. He watched the Black Coffin Ship disappear from sight. His body flashed and stood on the deck of the merchant ship again. He said faintly, "Seven Warlords of the Sea, it's a disgusting name. Presumably, Sakazuki should think so too. Hahaha ~"
In the laughter, the figure on the deck returned to the bottom cabin. The quiet merchant ship drifted inconspicuously in the sea, heading towards the established destination …
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