"The World Government's spy agency, Cp9." With a low and strange laugh, a transparent sword shadow stabbed towards Sabot's back.
Shiliew revealed himself and casually said a fabricated name. It was not a fabrication, after all, the Cp9 was indeed a secret agency, but at this moment, few members were still alive.
Wouch!
The giant hand that was clenched had a terrifying aura, and the entire air was shaking violently. The sword that had pierced through the back was soundless, like the sinister fangs of a venomous snake, carrying with it a deadly venom.
"Dragon's Breath!"
Sabot's pupils shrank, his arms wrapped with Armament Haki, his whole body turned upside down in the air, his heel kicked heavily towards Shiliew's chin, his fists swung down like lightning, the surging heavy pressure was like a dragon roaring, smashing into the huge palm of Shiliew.
Bang Bang!
Cracks spread along the lines of the palm, and dozens of hideous bloody wounds opened up as if there was an earthquake. San Juan · Wolf, who had half of its enormous body, roared angrily as it waved its bloody palm and smashed the ants in the air.
The wind from the palm made a circle of ripples in the air, Sabot's body swayed in the air, and Shiliew's chin was kicked, the heel of his shoe fiercely scraped out a piece of flesh, revealing the bloody white bone stubble.
But it was only a low, bloodthirsty laugh. Shiliew tilted his head back, but his sinister eyes were fixed on Sabot's back. His longsword instantly pierced through Sabot's back and came out from his chest.
Spurting blood from his mouth, Sabot clenched his teeth and broke the blade that came out of his body, the blood on his face suddenly faded and became pale.
"Cp9, are you kidding me?"
Monchi · D-Dragon's face was gloomy, he didn't know the details of the Cp9. He was stabbed by the sword, leaving the attack range of the Red Earl, his whole body instantly appeared beside Sabot, a violent momentum broke out, and a terrible hurricane rotated in the center.
The black hurricane swayed its body enchantingly. It twisted and spun like a spiral spike rising from the ground. It ferociously broke through everything and blasted the ceiling of the palace away.
Along with the charge of the black spikes was an invisible and terrifying shockwave. The layers of walls of the palace were as fragile as glass. They were shattered into a large number of broken pieces and fell down with a clatter, forming a layer of dust curtain that blocked the view.
"Trying to escape?"
A few prisoners snorted coldly and moved at the same time, breaking through the dust curtain. San Juan Vicious Wolf's huge body drilled out of the ground, his arms bulging and bulging. His hard and rough skin texture was like two huge hammers closing together, squeezing the storm in the center. He actually wanted to use brute force to forcefully crush the storm.
A sinister smile appeared on Katarina Daipeng's face. Intense flames appeared around her body and wrapped around the black storm. It looked as if the storm was covered in a layer of scarlet flames. It was a beautiful sight.
The Red Earl circled around the storm, his fast-moving body formed a series of afterimages that couldn't be distinguished. The shadow of the umbrella sword covered the entire black wind, and the piercing sword light eroded the storm.
"Courting death!"
Monchi · D-Dragon looked at the group of "CP9" that surrounded him, his face suddenly became gloomy to the extreme. His fierce pupils were like the gaze of a dragon, and his whole body exuded an aura of choosing people to devour.
Sabot, who was in his arms, was coughing blood, and the bloody hole in his chest seemed to have pierced through his lung sac. The hissing sound of leaking air was like the final sonata of death, and the ending sound was getting deeper and dimmer.
The dark green robe danced in the center of the storm, and the whistling rotating wind pulled the surrounding air, forming a terrible vacuum collapse. Even the sound was drowned out and turned into a dead silence.
Hoo …
A gust of wind blew, and San Juan Vicious Wolf's tightly wrapped arms began to collapse, scattering into countless fine black ashes, and a little bit, they were blown away by the wind.
"Wind Dragon's Withering!"
A low murmur entered San Juan Vicious Wolf's ears. He lowered his head and was shocked to see that his entire body was wrapped in a black hurricane. His huge body was like a weathered mountain range, silently disintegrating and withering.
San Juan Vicious Wolf's body dissipated in the air, the black hurricane rolled and tore the palace, and the crow above his head disappeared into the sky with the hurricane.
The black debris scattered all over the ground buried the remains of the palace, and the huge hole in the ground quickly closed. Suddenly, a slanting figure fell down from the black wind. He held up an umbrella in the air and landed like a bat with its wings spread out. The long sword in his hand was dripping with blood.
Red Earl Balorik lowered his head and looked at the dissipating black smoke. San Juan · Wolf's body had already dissipated in the air, leaving only floating black residue. He licked his wet lips and said in a gloomy voice, "Being too big is already a hindrance. It's not a loss to exchange for the death of a revolutionary army leader!"
Under the cover of the mask, the expressions of the others could not be seen. Only a few cold laughter could be heard, and a circle of flame emerged and burned the remaining black ashes, and the figures of the eight prisoners quickly disappeared.
On the other side.
In the center of the silent storm, Monchi D. Dragon looked at Sabot in his arms. There was a black bite mark on his neck, and the insidious tooth hole penetrated his aorta. The blood inside seemed to have been sucked clean, and Sabot's vitality and lifespan were also sucked away.
At this moment, Sabot's face was full of dry wrinkles, and his skin was covered with age spots. There was a muffled cough in his mouth, and his yellow teeth were loose. It was as if he had aged seventy or eighty years in an instant, and half of his foot was in the coffin.
Even if his punctured lungs were sewn up, with this decaying body, he would probably die at any time.
Sabot's consciousness had fallen into a coma, and his body's functions were rapidly aging and declining. After ten minutes, the black wind suddenly stopped suspended in mid-air.
A half-burnt black hat fell from the air, and the crows circling around made a sorrowful cry, and flew away with the black hat …
At this point, the revolutionary army's chief of staff, Sabot, quietly fell here. However, the world was still moving forward in an orderly manner according to some invisible trajectory.
The Revolutionary Army later cremated and buried Sabot's body, and then began to investigate the true details of the "CP9" who killed Sabot. However, they couldn't find the true identity of these guys wearing black suits and animal masks, and in a short time, no one could associate them with Impel Down!
The gears of history were slowly moving forward, and a few stragglers were not enough to stop the huge tsunami that was about to set off in the sea. They were at best the prelude to the funeral song …
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