"Damn it, damn pirate, kill me if you have the guts." Although his body was restrained by invisible power, Ereda could still speak.

"Well, I'm worthy of being a person who has practiced iron. My body is strong. Judging from your full energy, I feel relieved." Roy nodded with satisfaction.

Erida's scalp was a little numb when she heard this. This magic sword Roy wouldn't have any special hobbies. It's probably not without him.

"I will not surrender if you want to do anything. Even if you get my people, you can't even think of getting my heart." Erida screamed miserably like a helpless girl.

Looking at the strange gazes of his subordinates, Roy regretted not restraining his mentally retarded mouth. He exerted a little force under his feet and directly stepped on him fainted, and then threw it to his subordinates.

"Precaution me for this Navy, but there are other guests coming now." Roy knew that he had no time to read Arida's dream memory, so he took him first.

A large group of pirates rushed in outside the city, and an extremely strong smell of alcohol filled the air, so rich that it was a bit disgusting.

Not to mention anything else, the name of this Drunkard Pirates is really right. I guess a boat of people usually soak in wine.

The leader was a very huge monster, six or seven meters tall. It is said that Patches' physique is already oppressive enough, but in front of this monster, he can only reach his waist.

Compared to his body shape, his appearance is also eye-catching. He wears a clown-like hat, drunken face, and big sausage nose remind people of the great master Bucky.

When talking about the nickname of the big barrel before, Roy was still vaguely impressed, but now, seeing the other party's appearance, Roy instantly recalled it. This guy seemed to be a terrifying criminal who was detained on the sixth floor of the city five years later, and even joined the Blackbeard Pirates. No matter from any point of view, the other party would not be a simple person.

Fortunately, although he was not sure when he was imprisoned and entered the Propulsion City, judging from his current situation of wandering in the North Sea, his strength should not have reached its peak. After all, in the world of One Piece, the span of five years is enough to undergo a huge change.

"Hi, have I finished drinking again? Hih, why has Mr. Navy fallen? The little brother opposite, did you help us solve him?" Basque Jout said drunkenly, like a big tongue.

"Oh, yes, are you going to thank us?"

"Himmer, that's not OK. How can someone interfere in the battle of pirates? Since you have defeated the navy, I have to choose to defeat you." After that, he walked towards Roy with a clumsy pace, making people wonder whether he would fall directly on the ground and fall asleep.

A large number of pirates behind him also acted spontaneously. Roy could sense the domineering nature of his experiences and experiences. There were some very good characters, but compared to the big wine barrel, the gap was still too big. Roy believed that those pirates could not cause any trouble to his subordinates.

Patchis, who was a little dissatisfied with Yongzhi's first fight, learned his lesson this time. With a roar, his whole body expanded into a large circle and rushed into the opponent's formation, as if an out-of-control tank knocked the pirates along the way away.

"It's so satisfying." Although Patches is usually a Buddhist figure, he is as cruel as a demon when he enters the state of combat, especially after turning on the fruit ability, he is like a killing machine. Even if it's a normal practice, only Roy can barely suppress Patches in this state.

The Drunkard Pirates were extremely angry when they saw Patchis so arrogant. A fishman cadre couldn't help but rush towards Patchis.

"Mr. Patton, come on, don't let these bastards underestimate our Drunkard Pirates."

"Mr. Patton, use your ten times your wrist strength..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Patton being torn in half by Patches in a violent state. All the pirates were speechless. The cadres of the Drunkard Pirates knew that there was no chance of winning alone, so three people rushed out in a row.

"Damn bastard, don't be too arrogant. Let's see our three-person attack together..., damn, where is the human?" The cadre of the Changshou clan who had just rushed to the middle and was about to use his ultimate move found that the other two had not caught up at all. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. How could he be the opponent of the monster by himself?

"You bunch of gangsters... no, no, when is it?" He was thinking of turning back and scolding the two bastards who were dragging their legs, but found that they had fallen on the ground, and a bullet hole on their heads was clearly visible.

But in the distance, Jin blew away the heat from the muzzle and pointed the target at the others.

The Changshou cadre also found that he was surrounded by a huge black shadow on his back, and beads of sweat were rolling down. He turned around and looked at Patchis, who looked like a red monster with his eyes, and smiled and said with a wry voice: "Big, brother, if I say this is a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"

Bang!

The answer to him was Patches's iron fists.

A young man with always melancholy eyes walked lightly in the crowd, as if the swords and swords around him had nothing to do with it, and even bullets always traveled through him strangely.

Of course, many pirates noticed this (harmonious) convict. A group of pirates quietly changed their pace towards Kaiyou and then launched a sudden attack.

"Eight Demon-Breaking Formations!"

"It smells so good, what's so good."

"I'm so hungry. I want to eat, give me something."

"Ah! Give me a breakup, you bastard, why do you want to eat and bite my hand? Damn it, don't let it go, see if I kill you."

Kaiyou walked all the way, and wherever he went, the pirates would go crazy, making many pirates look at him like a devil.

"There is a newcomer on Lord Roy's boat. Although it was his first time going to sea to fight, his heart was as hot as flames." A middle-aged man dressed in a wandering swordsman walked straight to the opposite side.

The few remaining cadres of the Drunkard Pirates thought that this newcomer would not be as perverted as the previous ones. After all, their captain, Basque Jot, is a very cruel person. If they knew that they were passive and lazy in the battle, their fate would be very terrible.

So several cadres looked at each other and rushed towards the sword soul.

"Dragon Mason Flying!"

The sword soul jumped into the air and made a top-down slash. When it landed on the ground, tapped its toes and held the sword in both hands to make a stronger slash.

After a combo, several people were seriously injured. The lightest one was also cut off one hand. The eyes of Jianhun were filled with fear and anger. It was a scam. What kind of newcomer is pretending to be like this?
Chapter completed!