Chapter 617： God-like man, the white of the sword emperor! (1/2)

The island of swordsmen, low in the sky.

A shining thunder pillar descended from the sky and went straight to the steamed bun.

But the steamed bun was still unhurried and disappeared into the distance. The lightning pillar smashed down and knocked a hole into the ground.

When I look at the steamed bun, it has moved to another position.

Is the speed faster than lightning?

”Is the joke a bit overdone?”

Although Huang Yuan's tone was as slow as usual, a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

This was the second time in his life that he had such a look. The first time was when he was fighting Thunder in the Chambord Islands. This was the second time.

He would never believe that there are people in this world who can be faster than lightning and light.

”Young boy, have you been kicked by the speed of light?”

While speaking, Huang Yuan had moved to the front of the bun, his right leg turned into a beam of light, and fell down towards the bun.

But Mantou didn't move this time, and the sword behind him didn't know when it appeared in his hands. It lay horizontally on the top of his head, easily blocking Huang Yuan's kick.

When Huang Yuan saw Mantou's calm eyes, an emotion called ”fear” rose in his heart.

He is light, but he is not as fast as the person in front of him; his own light waves can flatten an island, but he can't help the person in front of him.

Kaido and Bigumam are not his opponents.

Huang Yuan himself, as one of the three great generals, has never seen or even heard of such an existence for forty to fifty years.

This man--

”No knife flow, wind pressure!”

Just as the yellow ape was hesitating, a hurricane broke away from the steamed bun and directly blew the yellow ape out.

It seems that Mantou didn't mean to kill Huang Yuan.

”This guy, is it a **** or a monster?” Even Karp couldn't help but murmur like that.

Does this exist in the world?

At this time, the navy and the pirates had a complete truce, watching the steamed buns floating in the low air.

Compared to the three big generals, the four emperors, and the seven martial arts, seemingly talented people in the air are the most dangerous.

Lei Yin suddenly remembered something, and said to Hankong, ”Hey! Bai, are you Mr. Bai?”

Bai, born in New World Jianhao Island, master of ”Wandering Sword King” Gris, titled Sword Emperor.

He is a legend, known as the White of the Sword Emperor.

”The White of the Sword Emperor?”

”Isn't that just a story?”

”Are you kidding?”

”It must be nonsense. If he lives to the present, he will be close to two hundred years old.”

”Hey, you have seen it just now, isn't it a dream? If you have such strength, this age is not strange, right?”

”Are you sure we are not dreaming?”

The navy and the pirates below were talking about it, and some people even doubted whether they were illusions.

When Lei Yin mentioned Gris, Hawkeye's brows frowned slightly.

He remembered the battle a few years ago.

One day, Gris came to Krai Kana Island to find Hawkeye to challenge.

The two fought for two days and two nights, regardless of victory or defeat.

That battle is also known as the legendary battle.

Because of his superb swordsmanship, Gris wandered around and did not fight for his name, he was dubbed the ”Wandering Sword King”.

So is the master of the swordsman who fights against the world's best swordsman?

”Under Jorakl Mihawk, see Lord Bai, please advise.”

Seeing the strength that Mantou showed just now, Hawkeye also believed that this person was white, and stepped on [Yue Step] into the air.

Hei Knife·Ye slashed a green light, and it approached the front door of Mantou.

”The strength is okay, but the speed is a bit worse.”

Mantou vomited such a comment, and the three-foot straight-edged sword swung down.

When the two swords collided, Hawkeye felt a tingle in his mouth, and his whole figure flew out like a paper kite with a broken thread.

The world's strongest swordsman, ”Eagle Eye” Jorakl Mihawk, lost!

Maybe he is no longer the number one in the world.

”Hahaha, something interesting!”

The white beard drank boldly, raised his fist, the air was broken like a mirror, and the force of shock spread.