Chapter 478 Deserted Island Final Race!

"Let's go!"

After seeing all eight players on board, Akainu raised his arm, and the warship set sail and headed straight for the deserted island.

And not only him, but also Izambaron V. Nasujuro, one of the Five Elders, and Lucci, who had gauze wrapped around his butt and looked listless,

as well as Sengoku, Garp and other high-ranking naval officials were on board.

It was no small matter to fill the position of the admiral, so all the high-ranking officials who could take charge came one by one.

Two hours later,

the warship docked and the players disembarked, but not all of them, only the first pair of players.

Because the entire island was a battlefield, those who did not participate in the battle could only stay on the ship and watch the battle.

Leng Kong swept his eyes,

the first players to land on the island were a tall beauty with a proud figure and a spider tattoo on her thigh, and a supporting role with a strong upper body and a thin lower body.

"The small fish opened the show, and the strong ones came to the end?"

Based on the aura, Leng Kong roughly assessed the strength of the two people, and he immediately lost interest. Compared with watching the chickens fighting, he might as well continue to study his big iron rod.

Sitting cross-legged, holding the rod with both hands, palms facing up, in a standard meditation posture.

"Let me see if my previous guess is right!"

"Haha."

Close your eyes, and release all your fighting spirit and momentum at the same time,

Huhu

A strong wind suddenly blew around the ship, and the endless blood sea momentum leaked out from Leng Kong's body amid the roaring waves, and finally dyed the world scarlet.

Feel it up close, the impact is even greater!

Standing on the warship, except for a few people with the strength of generals, the weaker ones were rushed by the blood sea momentum, and they flew away from Leng Kong at the first time under the instinctive trend.

"Monster!"

"Pure momentum can be so terrifying, how did he practice it?"

Even Yisheng and Huangmu, who have the strength of generals, looked at Leng Kong's figure floating in the blood sea, and their eyelids jumped violently,

"Come, eat!"

"See how much you can eat!"

At this time, Leng Kong's mind was all on the big iron rod, and he didn't care about the evaluation of the two at all.

Driven by will, the sea of ​​blood in the sky formed a vortex, and then continued to flow down, and its end point was the knife-shaped iron rod held in the palm of the hand.

The blood essence absorbed by the iron rod before was activated, and the red light was hidden, and then it devoured the sea of ​​blood in the sky like a giant whale sucking water.

Rumble.

In an instant, the sea of ​​blood in the sky boiled, and the hurricane under the ship surged. The huge vortex of the sea of ​​blood turned faster and faster, just like finding a home, and poured into the iron rod frantically.

No, it’s not an iron rod, but a magic knife: Ghost Devour!

At this time, Leng Kong also felt a vague sense of flesh and blood connection on the magic knife, as if the magic knife was his own exogenous arm.

But it was not the case in the eyes of others.

Because the magic knife Ghost Devour frantically devoured the sea of ​​blood with momentum, it was equivalent to Leng Kong’s spiritual manifestation at this moment, and it was the most crazy and excited spiritual manifestation.

Dead air!

Endless death energy overflowed from the blade, extremely bloody, cruel, violent, hungry, killing, and the purest destructive breath, which greatly stimulated the nerves of everyone on the ship.

"So much blood!"

"It's so uncomfortable!"

Some crew members focused their eyes on the magic knife, and their minds were immediately drowned by the endless death energy it emitted.

"Death energy is like the sea, and killing is like the abyss!"

"Can't see, can't hear!"

With the mind of a great swordsman, he stood in the center of the sea of ​​blood, his body tense, his palms tightly grasped the hilt, his eyelids closed and trembling wildly, revealing a touch of death.

"Demon Blade!"

"This is a peerless demon sword!"

He actually felt a strong crisis on a blade that had not yet been sharpened!

Then he shouted to a group of ordinary crew members: "Everyone close your eyes, cover your ears, don't look, don't listen!"

"Yes!"

The crew who was feeling extremely uncomfortable immediately closed his eyes and covered his ears as he said.

Sure enough, after not seeing the magic sword and hearing the sound of the huge waves, the discomfort was immediately relieved.

"Hiss. So scary!"

Kizaru took two steps back and complained perfunctorily: "The newcomers nowadays are really scary!"

"What demon sword?"

The red cloud vortex completely sank into the blade, and Leng Kong stood up with a satisfied expression, "It's just a big iron rod with decent hardness, no need to make such a fuss!"

To be honest, the ghost bite fusion momentum, especially the ability to absorb negative energy, was beyond his expectations.

This time, it was more comfortable than meditating for hours.

In the future, I can use the sword to replace meditation.

He has always maintained the habit of meditation because the fused ghost body and the body of the horse are giving birth to bloodthirsty anger and destructive desires anytime and anywhere, and meditation is needed to cleanse the spirit and will.

Otherwise, the spirit and will will be covered by endless anger and destructive desires, and become a monster that only knows how to kill.

But now, the mysterious iron rod from outer space can actually absorb his "qi" and "momentum", and he doesn't have to spend a lot of time meditating every day.

And through continuous infusion, accumulation, and evolution, the ultimate sword intent finally nurtured, maybe

maybe even a bald man can be cut in half with one sword!

Haha, I'm looking forward to it!

"What happened?"

When Leng Kong was infusing his aura, the battle that was completely ignored had ended, and Taotu asked blankly after returning.

She also felt the blood sea aura just now, and thought something big happened. She quickly solved the opponent and ran back immediately.

"A new monster appeared, and I happened to run into him. It seems that I will suffer."

Chatun, who had confessed to Taotu more than 100 times, licked her at the first time: "Gion sister, hurry up and hug me with your love and comfort me."

That's right, the next match is between him and Lengkong!

"Get lost!"

Seeing Chatun's actions, Taotu also knew that she might have misunderstood, and kicked Chatun aside as usual.

"Stop playing tricks, it's our turn!"

Lengkong shouldered the magic knife, bent his legs and jumped off the bow.

"Then you should be gentle, brother, I can't stand your knife."

Chatun rubbed his waist that had been kicked countless times by the goddess, and bounced to the island on his clogs.

Beating is love, scolding is love!

He was beaten once he confessed, and he had long been used to it.

"Don't worry, this knife is not for you!"

Stuck the ghost in place, Lengkong walked into the island with bare hands.

Before the knife intent was accumulated and tempered to the extreme, he didn't plan to fight with a knife.

After all, this is the ultimate move reserved for Saitama's star-destroying power!

"You will suffer if you do this!"

Chatun adjusted his hat and drew out his samurai sword. Although the sword is not well-known, it is also a good and fast sword of fifty gong!

"No,"

Lengkong smiled and shook his head, "You are not qualified to be my prey!"

"Haha. You were underestimated by the newcomer?"

Chatun showed an ugly smile, his right hand on the hilt, his left hand hanging naturally, his body slightly squatted, and took a fighting stance.