One Piece Thunder King Enel

The appearance of the flying squirrel was somewhat beyond Lan Lyon's expectations.

The figure in front of him, half of his body filled with machinery and full of weight, made another image appear in his mind involuntarily.

The previous Shichibukai, tyrant, Bartholomew Bear.

"Have you accepted the transformation of a robot and become a member of the pacifists? What a shame, flying squirrel."

Several flying swords with armed colors appeared around Lan Liang's body, humming softly, low and full of killing and sharpness.

Every flying sword is a sharp weapon after he has been tempered again and again, and it is even more unstoppable after carrying his armed color.

"I will repay you double the humiliation you have caused me, no... ten times or a hundred times."

The flying squirrel was very excited, his heavy arms waved, and there was a gust of wind. His palm was comparable to a famous knife, and he could easily tear open the deck of a warship, not much more difficult than tearing a piece of paper.

There was a real roar coming from his body, as if a huge engine was working crazily, pushing him forward.

At this moment, he no longer looked like a human being, but a machine that could be started at any time.

Tear!

The flying squirrel took action very quickly, leaving countless afterimages behind. Although his stature grew taller and his weight increased dramatically, his speed did not slow down much. When he sets off, he is like a wolf that is gaining momentum and pounces on its prey crazily.

The powerful gang wind turned into a terrifying wind blade, tearing apart Lan Leon's wind wall of thought power, causing it to shatter.

Clang clang clang!

The sound of the sword sounded, and flying swords shot out from around him, tearing apart the oncoming wind.

Divine Mind Sword!

Lan Liang was not in a hurry, his brows were agitated, the thought power that had been silent for a long time gushed out crazily, attached to the ups and downs of the flying sword, piercing through heaven, earth and nothingness in an instant.

His power of thought has not weakened much, and it is even much stronger than before.He may not be as perverted as Enilu and Shen Tu in terms of physical skills and domineering practice.

But he also has his own unique strength. His telepathy has been practicing and getting stronger. Even now, even he himself doesn't know how strong he is.

The flying sword's speed was so fast that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, only its sound could be heard, but its shadow could not be seen.The black light jumped in the void, unable to catch it.

Many times, speed equates to power.

Boo!

A flying sword pierced into the flying squirrel's chest. It was invincible except for speed. Even the flying squirrel recast into a vajra body could hardly resist such a flying sword.

But this kind of injury is not considered a serious injury to the mechanical flying squirrel.As long as his heart doesn't die and his brain doesn't break, nothing will matter.

He grinned grimly, did not restrain himself, did not retreat.Like a mechanical life that is not afraid of death or fear, it swings its sharp claws to harvest life.

"puff."

A splash of blood flew, and Lan Leon couldn't dodge it in time. There were five bloodstains left by sharp claws on his chest.

The speed of the flying squirrel was so fast that he was severely injured before he could wrap his armor around his body with his armed arrogance.

Lan Leon retreated resolutely, and at the same time several flying swords attacked at the same time, from all directions, without any stop, pointing directly at the vital points of the flying squirrel.

Dangdang!

The flying squirrel struck horizontally, and its arms were wrapped with armed domineering energy, blocking Lan Lyon's flying sword.

The flying swords collided one after another, and the huge impact made the flying squirrel back step by step, leaving a long trail under its feet.

Lan Leon rushed forward, raised his hand to hold a flying sword, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he followed the point of the sword.With a ding sound, the fingertips rang lightly, and the flying sword popped out at a faster speed.

The sword attached to the armed color landed on the center of the flying squirrel's eyebrows, spinning at a high speed, confronting the domineering armed color protecting the eyebrows, trying to penetrate it.

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you countless times." Lan Lyon shook his long hair lightly, his eyes were cold and stern, and said, "Don't think that I will feel guilty for your misery."

"That day, every one of my subjects who died in Attis was a hundred times more innocent and miserable than you."

Whoa!

Waves rose above the sea, and Lan Leon's thought power was unscrupulously and crazily released, rolling incomparably violent waves and hurricanes.

In the roaring waves, countless wind blades were rolled up, severely injuring all the naval forces trying to get closer, and blood splattered on the spot.

The flying squirrel stretched out its arms, slammed at the flying sword between its eyebrows, and pinched it tightly.However, the flying sword was so sharp, and it was spinning so fast that even his mechanical arm couldn't resist it.

In an instant, his arms were already shattered, mixed with blood, scattered all over the ground.

He gritted his teeth and said with a ferocious face: "I am a soldier, a soldier... It is my duty to obey orders."

"I am right!"

"Just like I want to kill you now, I'm still not wrong."

The flying squirrel was not afraid, and continued to charge forward, trying to tear Lan Lyon into pieces.

He is the most orthodox professional soldier, who does not need right and wrong, good and evil, and unnecessary decisions.Obeying orders is his first rule.

"Your right or wrong has nothing to do with me. All I have to do is send you to meet those civilians who died in vain. When you get there, let's talk about right and wrong."

There was a hint of disgust in Lan Lyon's eyes, what he hated most was the navy with this tone.

Orders, only know orders!

If you just follow orders, then what qualifications do you have to bear the word justice behind you!

Is order the same as justice?

no way!

"Does your justice come from those stupid orders? Obedience is justice?"

"That's a disgrace!"

Lan Leon roared angrily, stretched out his palm and squeezed it hard.The flying sword held by the flying squirrel vibrated crazily at an absolutely terrifying speed.

With a click, the swaying sword light smashed the flying squirrel's two palms into pieces, even crumbs.

The so-called metal body, the mechanical body, is completely vulnerable to the powerful armed black knife wrapped in domineering aura.

The flying squirrel was still crazily approaching, ignoring his injuries, and wanted to drag Lan Leon into hell.

But Lan Leon was still unmoved, and he didn't even retreat from his figure, and stood quietly on the spot.He pointed to the sword and pointed at the eyebrow of the flying squirrel.

The flying sword was blessed with even more powerful power, and it immediately broke through the armed shield and pierced the glider's head.

The flying sword advanced, accompanied by sparks flying and incomplete iron filings flying out. Finally, with a pop, it penetrated the flying squirrel's head. After shattering half of his head, it continued to penetrate the six or seven people behind the flying squirrel. The soldier's body sank into the wall of the warship.

On the wall, there was only a trail of blood, which slowly flowed down, like the six or seven slowly falling figures, silently.

pat!

The crippled arm of the flying squirrel finally landed on Lan Leon's shoulder. Although it was a bit heavy, it had no strength.

That tall body just leaned on Lan Lyon's body, with half of his face resting on his shoulders, breathing in and out.

Lan Lyon raised his hand, and a flying sword rose, pointing at the back of the flying squirrel from behind, intending to crush his heart completely.

Suddenly, the head with only half of its face moved its mouth and said a word.

"I'm sorry..."

When the words are exhausted, there is no sound.

Lan Lyon raised his hand, somewhat at a loss.