Clashed across the earth with sword marks, Hawkeye Mihawk knelt on the ground with a black knife in the middle of the night. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried up, and he was breathing violently.

The one on the chest was stained with blood, some of the blood had turned black and red, and some ferocious wounds kept oozing out, and a large pool of bright red blood flowed under the feet.

In addition to the scars on the front chest, there are more or few wounds on the back of the hands, palms, and legs, only the back is not wounded.

Although Miriyuki Yu was still standing, it was a struggle to defeat Hawkeye Mihawk, a close-kick.

Yu Zhiliu was also gasping for breath, with blood still remaining at the corners of her mouth, and there were also wounds on her chest, back of her hands, arms, and thighs, but the number of wounds was less than that of Hawkeye, and the wounds did not bleed again.

The two of them looked pale, and Yu Zhiji Xiliu also withdrew from the unity of human swords. They had reached their limits, and no one spoke.

After about half a cup of tea, Yuzhi Xiliu recovered some of her strength, slowly took out a cigar stained with blood from her pocket and ignited it. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth.

"You lost."

"Yes, I lost."

Yuzhi Xiliu was the first to speak, which means that his physical strength was the first to be restored. Whether it was relying on his own recovery or the Styx, Yuzhi Xiliu won.

The sword is also part of the sword master's strength. Just as luck is also part of the strength, this trace of recovery of physical strength is enough to kill Hawkeye.

Although Yuujiri and Hawkeye only fought for one day and one night, Akainu and Azuki fought for ten days and ten nights to compete for the marshal, which caused many factors to varying lengths.

Even if the sword hero can use sword energy, he is best at close combat. The close combat is fierce and dangerous, and the energy consumed is very intense, and his nerves are in a state of tight collapse every moment.

After hearing Hawkeye's open-minded confession that he had lost, Yuzhiqiliu groped in her arms for a while, took out a small blue bottle filled with emerald green solution, and threw it to Hawkeye without hesitation.

"This is a reward from the captain. I gave it to you. After drinking it, his wound will be healed soon."

Hawkeye took the bottle, and did not rush to drink it, and asked, "What about you?"

"This thing is called Healing Water, it's very precious, even if I only get two bottles."

"I still have a bottle, but I don't need it. It's enough to use the ability of Styx."

"You were cut by the Styx, and the wounds were not easy to heal. This healing water was just right."

Yu Zhiliu bit the cigar and showed a fierce smile on her face. A few bloodshots spread out from the hilt of the Styx on her right hand, piercing into Yu Zhiliu's wrist. The essence of life in the blood was transported into Yu Zhiliu's body through the blood.

The wounds on Yu Zhixiliu's body healed quickly as the essence of life was poured in. Although they were not as good as Nangong Yan's ability to heal fruits, their speed was also very fast.

It consumes countless precious materials, gathers the wisdom of dozens of craftsmen, integrates the strongest demon sword of the Seven-Star Sword, and is not blown. Nangong Yan believes that the power of the generation Gui Che is definitely not as good as the Styx!

Hawkeye Mihawk saw that the wound on Yuzhijiliu was healing. Without any worries, he drank the healed water without hesitation.

Although he was defeated, he also had his own pride. The winner was naturally more qualified to survive than the loser!

As for whether the bottle was poison, Hawkeye never doubted that he would die, so there was no need to be so troublesome in such a situation.

The healing water starts to the stomach, and the rich power of life spreads from Hawkeye's belly towards the limbs and bones. The wounds on Hawkeye's body heal quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your Excellency Demon King, you really have great magical powers!" Hawkeye Mihawk stood up from the ground and found that all the wounds on his body had healed, but his physical strength had not yet recovered.

"The captain is naturally powerful, and following him is the most correct decision in my life."

"It's time for you to change your name. Welcome to join the Demon King Pirates!" Yu Zhiliu inserted the Styx back into the scabbard, walked to Hawkeye Mihawk, and stretched out his right hand.

Hawkeye inserted Black Daoye back behind her, stretched out her right hand and held it with Yu Zhiliu's right hand, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's time for me to change my words and call the captain."

"But I want to remind you one thing: everyone has glory at the moment, don't use it as a permanent moment... Our battle has just begun!"

Yu Zhixiliu was slightly stunned, holding Hawkeye's hand tightened a little, then laughed and said, "Hahahaha... Yu Zhixiliu is waiting for your challenge at any time!"

"Let's go, come back to the Demon King Pirates with me. Your black knife needs to be repaired. I believe you have heard of the forging of the Demon King Pirates."

"I heard that it brings together half of the sword-making masters in the world. The swords produced are all fine products, and famous swords can also be created."

"But I can't go yet. The navy has not explained that the identity of the Seven Warriors Sea is still useful to the Demon King Pirates.

"I'm too impatient. The identity of the Seven Warriors Sea is naturally useful, otherwise Doph wouldn't have become the Seven Warriors Sea."

"When this storm is over, you can go into the New World, have a meal with us and replenish your energy, and then go back."

"Can."

...

After Hawkeye left, Yu Zhixiliu took out the phone bug and reported the news to Nangong Yan...

On the top of the Demon Emperor Island, the sun was shining brightly and the heat waves were rolling. Nangong Yan was lying on a chair basking in the sun, holding a phone bug in his hand, with wine, drinks, snacks, fruits and so on beside him. There were four beautiful maids who were sweating profusely and half-exposed in spring.

"What? You not only defeated Hawkeye, but also pulled him into the Demon King Pirates as a guest official?"

"Okay, Xiliu, you gave me a big surprise!" Nangong Yan was a little excited, changed his posture, and turned to squat.

"Captain, congratulations to you for becoming the world's number one swordsman. I'll let Morgens promote you later and make your name clear!"

"With the captain and two wives here, Xiliu can't be called the world's number one swordsman, but he just can't stand others' title of the world's number one swordsman."

"Okay, why have you learned to flatter? I, Huayuan, and Yue'er are not as good as you in terms of Jiandao's attainments and persistence in Jiandao."

"Although the fuji Vista is also the world's top swordsman, he is not your opponent. The fuji of the leader of the three disasters, and the samurai of Wano Kingdom are not your opponent."

"So, I say you are, you are, and my vision will not be wrong. Don't worry, boldly follow this name, just hope you will not insult this name in the future!"

"Hahahaha... Thank you for your guidance. Actually, I thought about it too. After defeating Hawkeye, who else can I be called me?"

Nangong Yan was slightly stunned and cursed with a smile: "Good boy, now you dare to even make a joke about your captain. It seems that you are really happy."

Yu Zhiliu naturally has some understanding of the strength of other swordsmen in the New World. Yu Zhiliu has been fighting for so many years, and there are few powerful sword-using masters in the New World who have rarely fought.

He was just a little joke with Nangong Yan, but he was just happy and couldn't help himself. He also knew that Nangong Yan wouldn't care.

How many people who use swordsmanship don’t care about the title of the world’s number one sword? I’m afraid there is a chance, so I don’t have this title in my hand.
Chapter completed!